"Rusalka" (NC-17) Part Two

[Jpgr33]

Again. . .

Disclaimer: The X-Files characters were created by Chris Carter, but they are
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someone who should know better.

This is an X-Files fanfic story. It is also a Scully/F story with bondage and
tickling as its
main subject, however it is an X-Files story first. This means that it has a
plot and the
“action” does not start for a while. Please let me know what you think.
Enjoy!

JPG...@aol.com

Rusalka Part II

by Jerrik

Fox Mulder made it to the night club. Visions of beautiful women making out
filled his
head as he sauntered up to the bar.
“Bet you don’t get many of my type in here” Mulder said coyly.
“We’re closed” the girl behind the bar said in a stern voice.
“That was a joke, y’know, me being a man. . . .uh, anyway. . . ” Mulder pulled
out his
badge before he damaged his pride even further. “I’m special agent Fox Mulder.
I’m
with the FBI and I need to speak with someone who was here last night.”
“Angela!!” the girl shouted toward the back. “She’ll be with you in a
minute.”
Just then the door opened and in walked a statuesque brunette. A beautiful
woman, the
kind men kill for. She looked impeccable, business-like, professional, and
astonishing.
Mulder felt his heart skip a beat. He swallowed. She came over.
The woman addressed the girl behind the bar first. “Margaret. I want you to
call in that
order after all. We may need the extra wine later this month,” The woman
turned to
Mulder and said “Hello” in a way that would make your teeth sweat. It was one
of those
teasing “I know you want me and I could truly change your very existence, but
forget it”
type of hellos.
“H-hi” was all Mulder could respond with. The woman then left through the back
door
and didn’t look back.
“Who was that?!” agent Mulder asked.
“That was the owner of this night club, and you are. . . ?” Angela Webster, a
striking
young black woman came out from the back. Mulder introduced himself and
explained
his reasons for wanting to speak to her. He pulled out a Polaroid of Pam, the
last victim,
and told her what had happened. Angela drew a breath.
“You know this woman?”
“Pam. Pam Hallfield” Angela’s businesslike demeanor dissolved as she sank
down into
a chair. With tears beginning to swell in her eyes, the girl spoke. “We all
knew Pam.
She had been a regular ever since she came to LA. She was like everyone’s
little girl.
We all watched out for her because she was so naive about the city, about
people.”
“Was she here last night?”
“She was here every night, including last night.”
“Did she meet with anyone, leave with anyone?”
“She met with lots of people, most of the regulars. I didn’t see her leave
with anyone.
Come to think of it I didn’t see her leave at all. It was like she just . . .
disappeared.”
“What about Vampirella back there. Was she here last night?”
“You mean Sevina? She’s here every night.”
“Did you happen to notice if she and Miss Hallfield were together at any time?”
“Oh no. Sevina doesn’t mix with us underlings. She comes in, orders a Bloody
Mary,
nurses it for three or four hours and then leaves. It’s her way of torturing
us, making sure
we are on our toes, I guess.”
Mulder talked with the girl for another hour concerning Pam Hallfield,
Catherine
Schellette and the mystery woman. He found out that the woman’s name was
Sevina
Rusk, a wealthy business woman from Europe. The Raven was just one of several
clubs
that she owned. Mulder’s curiosity intensified. He had to know more about
this
mysterious woman.

****

Agent Scully pulled the cover off of Pam Hallfield’s body. She started the
autopsy
recorder and began the examination. Scully looked closely at the young woman’s
skin.
She could see the same little scratch marks that were on the other victim.
Suddenly the
corpse’s arm bolted upward. Scully jumped back. It was just a reflex, she
told herself.
She had seen it a hundred times. She continued her examination and damned
herself for
being so skittish. Scully poked and prodded on the dead girl’s body, as she
looked for
any evidence she could find. She stroked the girl’s armpit, feeling the little
marks that
had been made there, when suddenly she heard the ripple of water and a giggle.
Scully
backed away from the body. She did not know where the sound of the water was
coming
from, but the giggling was coming from the dead girl.
Scully continued to back away. The corpse continued to giggle, until the sound
turned
into laughter. It’s body was raising off of the examination table as the
laughter
intensified. Then, slowly, the laughter died down. Scully stepped forward.
She grabbed
a scalpel. She stepped forward again. The body had stopped moving completely.
Scully
clenched the scalpel in her had. She moved over the body. It’s eyes opened
wide.

Scully fell back onto the floor, nearly stabbing herself with the scalpel. The
corpse rose
up from the table. It swung it’s leg’s across and stepped unto the floor.
It’s eyes were
wild, like a rapid animal. It moved stiffly and unruly. It moved toward Dana
and
laughed.
“Daaaana, oh Daaaaana. Now it’s your turn to play.” The cadaver leaped unto
Scully
and dove it’s fingers into the agent’s ribs. Scully let out a sound that was
something
between a laugh and a cry for help.
“Oh God. No Hee hee hee.” She closed her eyes shut tight and began to cry.
The thing
continued to tickle and taunt the agent.
“You think this is bad, just wait until she gets a hold of you.”
Dana kicked and screamed and laughed. Suddenly the door to the lab burst open
and the
light came on.
“Agent Scully? Are you alright?” a voice asked her.
Dana looked around. Everything was as it was before. Pam Hallfield’s body was
still on
the examination table with only her head uncovered.
“Are you alright Agent Scully?” A policeman holding a gun asked her again.
The agent
composed herself and got up from the cold floor. “I heard you screaming and. .
.”
“I’m fine”, Dana said. “I was just. . . I’m . . . I’m fine.”
The policeman went back outside just as Agent Mulder walked in the door.

“Scully?”
Dana looked at Fox. He embraced her as she broke down into tears.

Agent Mulder listened as his partner recanted her horrifying tale. “I’ll
continue the
autopsy.” Mulder began to interject. “No. I’ve got to. I have to face it,
whatever is
coming. I can’t run away.” Mulder reluctantly agreed.
“Would you believe I struck out finding a date at the lesbian night club?”
Dana smiled.
“However I didn’t strike out in the information retrieval department. I
managed to woo
some answers out of a couple of ladies. Pam Hallfield was a regular at the
Raven and she
was there last night. Yet no one inside the club remembers her leaving.
Catherine
Schellette, on the other hand, was not a regular. She was a one timer and
according to
the hostess, Catherine came in and sat at the bar, ordered a glass of wine and
sat there
for two hours all alone.”
“But according to the PI’s records, Catherine was seen. . . “
“With a strikingly beautiful, leggy, brunette. The kind men kill for. In all
probability a
woman by the name of Sevina Rusk, the owner of the Raven and several other
alternative
night clubs across our politically correct nation, was there that night as
well. Again,
according to the hostess, Ms. Rusk came in about the same time Catherine
Schellette did,
but Rusk sat at the opposite end of the bar, ordered a Bloody Mary, as usual,
and sat there
for two hours all alone. No one saw either of the two women leave. Now we
have to ask
a question here. Why would two women who were secretly seeing each other go to
a
lesbian night club to be together and not be together.”
“I don’t know. Why?”
“Maybe they were together. Maybe this Sevina Rusk was with our other girl
too.”
“Are you saying. . . what are you saying?” Scully was befuddled.
“You told me that you heard laughter and rippling water right before the corpse
attacked
you and the same with the other autopsy.”
“Yes”
“You said that these women were . . . tickled to death, in essence.” Mulder
pulled out a
piece of paper. “Sevina Rusk not only owns the Raven, but the Asin Hotel, were
the
murders took place. I did some checking. An Asin is a girl who carries off
children. Her
laughter is an omen of imminent death. There is also a Slavic legend about a
Rusalka, a
female demon who lures men, usually, to the water and kills them with her
laughter.”
“Are you suggesting that this Sevina Rusk is a . . . a what did you say it
was?”
“A Rusalka, a form of succubae, a creature that feeds off the energy of humans.
Most
succubae feed off of the blood of humans or the energy of their souls. Perhaps
this one
feeds off of laughter.”
“Or maybe she just has a tickling fetish.” Mulder smiled at Scully’s remark.
“Succubae can sometimes mask reality. You see what they want you to see. In
folklore
many succubae came to men as beautiful young maidens, when in actuality they
were
ugly old hags. Perhaps Sevina Rusk was with both women, but everyone saw what
she
wanted them to see.”
“But why would the private investigator see Rusk, if that’s who it was, and
Catherine
Schellette together?”
Mulder muddled over the question. “I’m working on that one.”
“Okay Mulder. While you work on that one, I am going down to the Raven tonight
and
see what I can find out, but not until I finish this autopsy. Now go. I need
peace.” Dana
smiled.
Mulder would not back down this time. “I don’t want you going down there
alone. It’s
too dangerous.” Fox took Dana by the hand and smirked. “I mean, you don’t
want to be
tickled to death do you?”
“Thank you for your concern, but as I told you, I have to face this. Besides,
I’m really
not that ticklish.”
“I’m going to call you on that one day.” Mulder said with a devilish
grin.

****

Agent Mulder opened his laptop. He knew there was a deeper connection between
Sevina Rusk and the Rusalka legend. He just hoped that an Internet search
would point
him in some sort of direction. Mulder did find an entry, but it was not what
he expected.
Live XXX Dana Scully/ Sevina Rusk Action. See it now for free! No adult
check! No
credit cards! Just good old fashioned blinding smut! Agent Mulder was
intrigued. He
hit the entry and immediately saw his partner and the amazon engaged in heavy
sexual
activity. Mulder's pulse quickened. He had long fantasized about Scully,
sexually. This
was overwhelming. The two women seemed to merge into one, their limbs moved
like
silken snakes all over each other. Mulder tried to back off. He knew it was
all an
illusion, but he couldn't tear himself away from the screen. The sight of
Scully kissing
the other woman mesmerized him. He drew closer to the screen, closer and
closer.
Suddenly he was no longer just an observer. He was with them. He was tasting
them.
Mulder looked deep into Scully's eyes as she gave an inviting smile to him. He
kissed
her hard. The rest of his world vanished from then on.

****

It was a sultry evening when Dana started walking to the Raven. She had
decided to
walk the seven blocks to the night club. She had to think. The streets were
unusually
bare. Only a scant two or three persons walked by her. She was nervous. Was
Mulder
right? Was she walking into a trap? Everything that she knew as an FBI agent,
as a
scientist told her that she had to face this by herself, even if it meant her
death. It,
whatever it was, wanted her and she had to find out why. Dana stopped just
half a block
from the club. She heard the sound of water, like a lapping stream, and then a
giggle.
She turned around expecting to see some bloody horror before her, but she saw
nothing.
The noises stopped as abruptly as they started, then it began to turn cold.
She could see
her breath. Dana pulled her coat closer to her.
“Peculiar weather, isn’t it?”
Dana turned back around to see who the voice belonged to. Before her was a
woman, a
remarkable woman of incredible stature. She was at least six foot seven, but
well
proportioned. Her face was almost pure white, like light and contrasted her
dark red lips
beautifully. Her long raven hair curled and framed her picturesque face.
Scully was in
awe of the female before her. She stood gazing at the woman for a full minute
before
speaking.
“It is odd. The weather I mean, and so. . . suddenly?” Scully said that last
word as if
asking a question. A question she already knew the answer to.
The Woman stretched out her hand. “Come with me Dana.”
“How?”
“We have no need for masks here. No need for alibis. Come with me Dana.”
Scully stretched out her hand slowly. The woman, Sevina, . . . . Rusalka,
grasped it and
they were gone.

Dana Scully awoke to the feeling of someone fondling her right arm. She
smiled. A soft
feeling caressed her limb with gentle strokes. It felt good and she melted in
the silky
texture that was wrapping around her wrist. Then Pain. She opened her eyes to
see the
woman, the Rusalka, tying her wrist tightly to a post. She tried to stop the
female, but
discovered she was completely bound already. Then to her horror she became
aware of
the fact that she was totally nude and each limb was outstretched, tight.
Scully looked at her surroundings. She was in a gigantic canopy bed. The silk
scarves
that bound her stretched for a good three feet from her limbs to the posts.
The entire
room, what she could see of it was a dark burgundy. The bed was crimson and
soft.
“The mattress is filled with down feathers if you are wondering.”
“Let me go! I am a federal officer! Do you know what the penalty is for
kidnapping an
FBI agent is?”
“Not as much as the kidnapping, torture and death of one is I bet.” Rusalka
smiled, but it
wasn’t an evil smile. It was a loving one. Dana was puzzled by this.
“Your partner found me out, just as I had hoped. He is rather smart isn’t he?
I’ve been
waiting for you Dana.”
“Why me?!” Dana cried.
“Why? You have seen things, experienced things few humans have. You have seen
angels and devils both and you have great energy in you and around you. You
have a vast
soul Dana Scully, and I need it.”
Rusalka caressed Dana’s face with her hand.
“I am going to drink all of your laughter, and all of your pleasure thought the
entire night.
I am going to devour you” That said, Rusalka let her black silk night gown
fall to the
floor. Scully witnessed the females magnificent body and she was becoming
aroused by
it. She tried to shrug the feeling off. Scully had never thought of sex with
another
woman, but here she was yearning for it. Rusalka rested her lips onto Dana’s
neck and
began to plant gentle kisses there. Then Pain!
Rusalka had dug her nails into Dana’s sides. Dana bulked upward as far as she
could go.
Her head thrashed from side to side as she as she laughed and screamed in
laughter.
Scully could not believe how ticklish she was. Many times in the past her
older sister
had pinned her down and tried to tickle her, but to no avail. Dana would turn
the tables
and torture her poor sister, who was incredibly ticklish. She now knew how her
sister
felt. The tall woman’s long nails stroked Dana’s ribs gently and Dana
squealed. She dug
into Dana ribs and Dana screamed.
“Sing for me, my little bird. Sing the song of laughter!” Rusalka cooed.
“No! P-please stop! I can’t stand it! Haaa haa heeheeheehehehehehehe!”
The succubus trailed her red nails from the laughing girl’s hard ribs to her
soft, firm
tummy. Rusalka traced Dana’s tummy, from just under her ribcage to her auburn
pubic
hair. Her abdomen was soft and delicate and her belly button was so inviting.
Rusalka
circled Dana’s belly button slowly. Each time she delved deeper and deeper
into the
agent’s flesh. Closer and closer, Rusalka’s finger nail came to Scully’s belly
button. She
shut her eyes tight, readying herself for the sensation of hard fingernails to
penetrate her
delicate belly button. Then Heat! Wet heat burst into Dana’s belly button as
the
Amazonian woman had thrust her tongue into it! Her tongue lapped and lapped
Dana’s
flesh. Dana squealed again and again. Her face cringed as Rusalka’s tongue
descended
deeper and deeper. Then the Tickle Queen dug her nails into Dana’s sides
again. Dana’s
head shot back as she exploded in laughter. Rusalka, liked the reaction she
got from her
captive and continued this brand of torture for quite some time. Finally the
tickling
stopped, but only so Rusalka could reposition herself closer to Scully’s
armpits!
“You sing well little bird, my little red bird. Now sing louder.”
The Tickle Bitch brought her lips to Dana’s long neck and began to kiss it.
Dana was
beginning to feel weak and fragile. Rusalka nibbled and sucked on Scully’s
neck. That
in itself tickled slightly, but not like the next thing. The sensation started
like a whisper
of a feeling, like the wind against your neck. That’s what Dana felt under her
exquisitely
sensitive arm pits. The sensations grew, like a storm brewing off shore.
Eventually the
storm of fingers became like a hurricane! Dana twisted and contorted her body
as best as
she could to avoid the attack, but she was tied too tight. Dana’s head once
again thrust
backwards as her laughter and screaming grew to new heights. Ten fingers, ten
snakes
twisted wickedly deep into Scully’s armpits. It was like pain, only worse.
Rusalka
continued her armpit attack, but her lips descended gently downward from
Scully’s neck.
The demon’s hot tongue examined the agent’s chest plate until it found its
prize, Scully’s
breasts. The succubus pushed her face deep into Scully’s breast flesh, licking
and biting
it all the while. The armpit torture did not let up a second. Rusalka’s eyes
burned with
passion. Her on sex was on fire, but relief would have to wait. Scully’s
nipples had to be
ravaged first. Rusalka finally broke free of Scully’s armpits, but only to
rediscover her
ribs again. The tickling would continue, even as the Queen bit hard into
Dana’s left
nipple. Scully screamed at the pain, but began to moan as the other woman’s
tongue
enslaved Scully’s left nipple. Another sensation entered into the picture now,
pleasure.
Raw sexual pleasure took control of Scully’s breasts and Rusalka devoured her
nipples.
Scully’s nipple’s were hard little knobs, on fire from Rusalka’s burning
tongue. The
intense pleasure overcame her like a silken mist. This “woman” was
intoxicating. Her
lips, her tongue, her body which was pressed hard against Dana felt delicious.
Scully was
longing for this woman. The tickling never stopped. Scully’s brain was
overloaded with
sensation. She was not aloud one second of a break as the nipple and tickle
torture
continued. Scully thought that maybe she would have gotten used to the
tickling by now.
The effect should not be this intense after two hours straight. Her flesh
should have
gotten used to it, but no such luck. If anything it was getting worse. And
where the hell
was Mulder!
“Your significant other is. . . occupied at the moment. He is in a world of
his own now,
enjoying himself as much as I.”
“You bitch! *sob* P-please stop! P-pleeeese heeheeheeheeeeeeeee!!! G-goddamn
you!”
Rusalka bent over to Scully’s ear. “If you can’t tell by now, he already has!”
Rusalka
moved down to Scully’s feet. If Scully ever was ticklish, it was on the
bottoms of her
soles. Rusalka was not kind.
The Tickle Demon raked her long red nails over Scully’s bare feet. shock
waves, not
unlike electricity, bolted through Dana’s flesh. She screamed louder than ever
before.
Why didn’t someone hear her? Why didn’t someone save her. Then as Rusalka’s
nails
traced the wrinkled soles of her foot, Dana began to weep through her laughter.
She
realized that she was going to die. She was going to be tickled to death.
Scully had been desperately trying to hang on to any shred of sanity she had
throughout
the non-stop tickle torture. That shred was beginning to slip through Dana’s
fingers.
Rusalka nibbled on the toes of Scully’s left foot, while she slid her
fingernails in-between
the toes of her right. Scully shrieked. She tried desperately to hold on. It
would be so
easy to slip into madness, give in to the torment and resign herself to the
Tickle Beast.
Dana Scully never took the easy route. If anything, she defied.
Rusalka followed the creases of the wiggling woman’s bare sole. The soft pink
flesh
yielded orgasm’s of delight from the demon. She had truly found a bounty of
intensity in
Scully’s ticklish feet. The FBI agent twitched her toes, trying to avoid the
ticklish
sensations. She clenched the sheets, ground her teeth (when she wasn’t
laughing), and
shouted obscenities toward the Tickle Mistress. She did anything to try to
take her mind
off of the tickling. Nothing worked. She was slipping. She was also growing
weaker
and colder. Dana then heard the sounds of rippling water again. Was the end
near? She
almost prayed for it. Finally the foot tickling stopped and Rusalka stood up
to admire her
exhausted prey. Scully looked at the woman. Her body was magnificent, but
there was a
touch of sadness about her. It was then that she saw into the she-beast’s
mind. She saw
water, and woman drowning, Rusalka. Dana saw the tortured soul as she truly
was, a
victim of evil. She heard an evil shrill-like laughter and then a woman rising
out of the
water. The vision ceased. The She-Beast licked her lips.
“It is time.”
“Time? F-for, for what?” Scully could barely keep her head up. She was so
exhausted.
The tickling had broken her down, but there was something else. Scully
shivered. She
felt as if her soul were slipping away. Rusalka climbed back unto the bed.
She crept up
toward Dana like a cat stalking its prey. Her lips glided up Scully’s leg,
kissing her inner
thighs. Her mouth came to rest on Scully’s mound. She pulled on the captive
woman’s
pubic hair with her teeth. The Temptress glazed her tongue all around Scully’s
drenched
vagina. The heat dazzled Dana. Rusalka’s tongue toyed with her clit, never
really
applying enough pressure for any relief. This was another form of torture that
accompanied the onslaught of fingernails. The clit torture continued, as did
the tickling
for well over an hour. Then . . . Light!
Rusalka plunged her tongue deep into Scully’s sex. Scully’s orgasm came in
sun-like
blinding light. She screamed in a rapture of pleasure/ pain intensity, the
likes she had
never experienced before. The tickling never stopped.

Finally, Dana’s senses were beginning to dull. This was it. Death would be
almost
welcome. Scully’s laughter was growing weaker too. She could no longer
resist, no
longer fight the sensations. She knew what Catherine Schellette and Pam
Hallfield must
have felt at this point. She had to give in. She had to give up. Rusalka had
won her soul
too. If only Mulder had been right about her and her visions. If only she had
some
psychic ability to contact him, but that was absurd. There was no such thing
as psychic
ability, but then she was being tickled to death by a She-Demon, what did she
have to
loose.

Meanwhile, Mulder was still in his psycho-sexual fantasy world, engaging in the
most
fulfilling sex he had had in his life. The illusionary Scully nibbled on his
ear. Then she
whispered softly
"Help me Mulder. I'm at the Asin. Please help me."
Mulder came out of his trance. He grabbed his gun and bolted out the door. He
ran
down the seven blocks to the hotel. He ran faster than he ever had in his
whole life. His
heart pounded. If she died because of his irresponsibility, he would never be
able to live
with himself. Mulder reached the Asin, but tall 12 story building looked
ominous and
foreboding. How would he ever find Dana in time. How?

Dana began to gasp for air. The demon was still tickling her, but Scully was
too far gone
to sing any more. Tears began to swell in her eyes. It would not be long.
“I take you to another level of being. I release you, my little bird into the
arms of the
night. I love you.”
Rusalka pressed her lips to Dana’s. Her tongue forced its way into Scully’s
mouth. Their
tongues embraced, the wetness took over Dana’s mind. Rusalka took Scully’s
breath into
her lungs and Scully’s world began to fade. Then . . .

Salvation!

Mulder kicked the door in with one swift blow. He leaped onto the Amazonian
and
punched her dead in the face. There was no effect. Rusalka reared back and
backhanded
Mulder into the wall. She growled fiercely and vaulted with the skill of a
great beast
toward Mulder. She intended to kill him quickly. Agent Mulder shot three
times before
the she demon reached him. The bullets plunged into the She Demon’s chest.
Rusalka’s
body fell to the floor with a thud, but she wasn’t down. The succubus slowly
got up.
Mulder shot twice more. Rusalka’s frame twisted with each bullet. She grinned
and
started toward the FBI agent.
“You surprise me Agent Mulder. You are a man of restraint.” The thing laughed
as she
gripped Fox by the throat and hoisted him up the wall. “You want to know “what
is out
there”, if the supernatural truly exists. You will find out, Fox Mulder, when
I rip your
heart and eat it before your eyes!”
Rusalka drew her arm back and readied a strike. Mulder tried to loosen the
demon’s
grip. Was this it? Was Mulder going to be murdered by a tickling she demon?
Mulder
closed his eyes, then. . . . Rusalka screamed.
The succubus fell to the floor. Her eyes wide with surprise. She turned
around to see
Agent Scully standing before her. She gestured to the agent, her eyes filled
with
astonishment, betrayal.
“I . . .I loved you.”
The Rusalka collapsed, her body faded into smoke and vanished.

“What happened?” Mulder asked. Scully walked over to the bed and wrapped
herself in
a sheet, then sat down. She look to the side and a glaze came over her face.
She sighed
heavily.
“What happened?” Scully turned to her bewildered partner and grinned. “I
poked her in
the ribs.”

****

Agent Scully woke up the nest day, slightly refreshed. The memory of her
ordeal still
loomed within her. She still felt as if her very soul had been drained, but
she had won.
She had not given in and that made Scully feel happy. She laughed at her
victory.
Mulder knocked on the door and came in. He had brought a couple of bagels for
the tired
agent.
“I thought you could use something to eat, get your strength back.”
“Mulder. I could eat a horse. Thank you for the bagel, but let’s go get a
real breakfast
with lots of eggs and bacon and toast.”
Mulder was befuddled. “I thought you would be exhausted, drained?”
“I am, but I’m alive, Mulder. I beat that . . .”
“Bitch? Whore? She Demon from a Rotting Hell?”
“All of the above.” Scully approached Fox and took him by the hand. “You
saved me
and you helped me to save myself. You were right about my abilities. The
events of the
recent past have changed me. I summoned you last night to help me, and when
you were
fighting that *thing* I untied the scarves in my mind and I was set free.”
Mulder smiled. He was exuberant and he embraced Scully. “You believe now.”
“I accept the possibility that . . .”
Mulder rolled his eyes.
“Yes, I believe, Mulder.” said Dana. “I believe.”