I wrote this story a lonnnnnnnnnnng time ago, and just found it on an old Google newsgroup. I hope it still holds up...if I recall, this was done for someone who requested an X-files story.
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Special Agent Dana Scully sat alone in a booth at a busy downtown diner.
She had spent nearly a week in this boring little New Jersey town, and she
couldn't wait to leave. She quietly sighed as she waited for service. She was
following an X-File lead, and so far that lead had gone nowhere. A report had
come in that several acts of telekinesis had occurred in seperate downtown
locations, including this diner. Objects floating through space, falling off of
walls, items being lost, and then found in strange places. It was mostly
haunted house stuff, only these acts took place in public, including a pet
store, a laundromat, and this diner.
Scully had not found anything solid to go on. No one wanted to talk to
her about it. She wasn't sure if they were afraid of sounding nuts, or if she
intimidated them. She stood out in this blue collar town, always dressed in her
dark blazer and skirt, tan stockings, and matching heels. She made a mental
note to try to dress down on her next interview, which would be tomorrow
morning, just before she left town.
Dana crossed her legs, and absently dangled her shoe off of her right
foot, still waiting for service. Suddenly, her shoe slipped off of her foot.
She rooted under the table with her stockinged foot, trying to feel for it.
"Odd"..she thought..."how could it..."
"EEEK!" she squealed. "I must have run my foot over a fork," she thought.
"Whew, that really tickled."
Scully started to look under the table for her shoe when the waitress came.
"Hi. Sorry to keep you waitng. We're busier than normal. Are you ready to
order?"
"Yes, I'll..."
Just then, Dana's right leg was slowly forced up, her knee and lower leg pinned
to the bottom of the table. It felt as if there was a strong man underneath the
table, holding her calf and ankle. Her eyes widened as she tried to look
underneath the table. The waitress couldn't see her trapped foot, and had no
idea waht was going on. Skully then opened her eyes even wider, as she felt the
fork again, this time slowly dragging up her exposed stockinged sole...
"WhaaaahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHEEHEEHEEHEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Scully broke out in a scream of laughter. The waitress, half in shock, took a
step back. Everyone else in the diner turned to look. Dana kicked and
squirmed, as she tried to pull away from whatever was tickling her foot.
"STOOAAAAHHHHPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEHEEHEEHEHEEHELLLLPPHHHAHAHAHA"
The feeling of the fork runnig up and down her foot continued. She couldn't
move her leg. Her blouse came undone. Tears formed on her cheeks. Her other
shoe came off as she squirmed, and suddenly, both feet were pinned to the
table, this time being tickled by unseen finger tips. Scully bucked harder, and
laughed louder.
"HOOOWWWLLHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAAAHHAHAAAAA"
All eyes in the diner were on her. Suddenly, and without warning, her legs were
released. Scully fell back in a heep, gasping for air, trying to look under the
table.
Nothing. She took a sip of water, and then realized that the waitress and
everyone else was staring at her. She sat up and composed herself.
"I don't know what happened here, but I'm going to find out."
The waitress didn't say a word. Scully flashed her badge.
"I'm a federal agent. Do not let anyone else sit here until I return. I'll need
you to take a few moments and write down everything that you just witnessed, in
your own words. Understood?"
The waitress nodded. Scully looked for her shoes, and found them both on the
opposite seat, sitting perfectly together, like in a shoe store. She started to
put them on, but then realized that they would need to be tested. She walked
out of the diner in her stockinged feet, all eyes watching, especially a green
pair of eyes from the far corner....
THE NEXT DAY
Dana Scully is packing and getting dressed all at the same time. It's 8am. She
has an interview at 10am, and then a long drive home. She shuffles around her
motel room in her long white bathrobe, throwing clothes into her suitcase. She
puts on her matching black bra and panties. She rips open a new pair of sheer
tan pantyhose and sits on the bed to put them on. She gets goosebumps as she pulls
the nylon over her foot: a sudden flashback to yesterday's strange attack. She
starts to run the scientific possibilites through her mind when she hears a
knock on her door. She puts her white robe back on over her underwear and tan stockings and goes to the door.
"Yes?"
"Agent Scully? It's me, Eva. We have an appointment this morning."
Scully looks through the door peephole to see a middle-aged woman dressed like
a librarian - with a tight bun and glasses to match. Scully opens the door.
"I thought we were to meet downtown at 10."
"I know," the woman said sheepishly, "but this is a small town, and I heard
what happened in the diner...I thought it would be better to talk in private."
Scully sized up the woman, and felt no threat. "OK, just let me finish getting
dressed, and packing..."
"Could you do that later. I have alot to tell you."
Scully led Eva to the small motel room table, and they sat across from each
other.
Eva, in her sheepish voice, told Scully that she was a psychiatrist, and a
professor
at local university. During her studies, she found a way to stimulate a part
of her brain that allowed her to move things without touching them. This
"power" started out small, but grew stronger as she learned to "exercize" it.
Eva had come to ask Scully to keep her research a secret until her studies were
complete. Scully asked for a demonstration, and Eva complied. Eva explained
that using her "power" exhausted her, and that she could only do a little at a
time. Scully stared into Eva's green eyes, searching for the truth.
"Why did you....why did you do what you did to me yesterday?"
"I wanted to get your attention. I knew that we would be having this
conversation, and I wanted you to believe me. In terms of strength, that was
the absolute limit of my "power", at this point.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"No. No one. All of my research notes are coded, and hidden."
"I'm sorry Eva, but this is a very important discovery. If your research ever
fell into the wrong hands..."
"It won't, if you will let me complete my research."
"Eva, I'm sorry..."
Scully stood, and started to turn away. Suddenly, her bathrobe tightened around
her, pulling her arms to her sides, and her legs together. It was as if her
bathrobe were a Boa Constrictor. She stood still as a statue, in her white robe
and tan stockinged feet.
Eva stood. She removed her glasses, and changed her sheepish tone of voice.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't listen."
Scully stood wide eyed, and started to yell for help. Eva pushed her, and she
landed face down on the bed.
"Scream as loud as you want. I took the liberty of renting the entire wing of
the motel, with orders to the staff not to set foot here today. Now, I had two
reasons for my little demonstration yesterday. One was to get your attention.
The other was to probe for a weakness that I could take advantage of..."
Scully squirmed in her "bounds", trying to turn and face her captor. No use.
"My powers may be a little stronger than I let on. I can hold that grip for a
few hours or so. That should be enough time to convince you..."
Scully was still face down. Her stockinged feet hung just off of the bed. Eva
grabbed one leg, and sat on Scully's right ankle.
"No! Please! You know how tickish I am. Not my feet!
PleaeeesssSSEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH"
Eva traced her long fingernails up and down Dana Scully's stockinged sole.
Dana's free (below the knee) leg kicked as the immobilized foot took the
tickling. Eva stretched out Dana's toes as she tickled her arch.
"My, for a small woman, you have pretty big feet..."
"NOOOOOAAAAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOOOAAAAPPPHAHAHAHAHA"
Eva did stop: on the left foot. She got up, and then sat down on the right. She
held the right ankle firm with one hand an she tickled the stockinged foot with
the other.
"aaaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHSTTOOOAAAAHHPPPAAA'
Eva tickled Dana for over 30 Minutes (years to Scully) before giving her a
break. She rolled Scully over on her back and looked down at her. Tears ran
down Scully's cheeks as her chest heaved.
"I don't want to hurt anybody. I just want privacy."
Eva went to her purse, and pulled out a small knife. She cut several small
slits in the comforter that Scully laid on, and then pulled Scully's calves
through, securing her now from head to toe.
"But, but Eva..."
"Ohhh...wrong answer"
Eva reached for each of Scully's bound stockinged feet, and tickled both of
them with her long nails. Scully erupted with laughter.
"NoooOOOOOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Eva kept up for another 30 minutes, all the while Scully bucking and pulling
but going no where as her nyloned feet were raked by the fingernails....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAPLEEEEZZZZZAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA"
Eva stopped when she thought she had made her point. Scully was a crying,
heaving mess. Eva looked down at her.
"I'm going to go now. I would hope that you remeber this meeting. If you report
me, I will deny everything. You have no proof. If I find you investigating me,
well, we'll have to have some fun like this again, or perhaps like at the
diner. Imagine what fun we could have as my power increases.I could assault you
without even being in the same building. I'll leave the rest up to your
imagination..."
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Special Agent Dana Scully sat alone in a booth at a busy downtown diner.
She had spent nearly a week in this boring little New Jersey town, and she
couldn't wait to leave. She quietly sighed as she waited for service. She was
following an X-File lead, and so far that lead had gone nowhere. A report had
come in that several acts of telekinesis had occurred in seperate downtown
locations, including this diner. Objects floating through space, falling off of
walls, items being lost, and then found in strange places. It was mostly
haunted house stuff, only these acts took place in public, including a pet
store, a laundromat, and this diner.
Scully had not found anything solid to go on. No one wanted to talk to
her about it. She wasn't sure if they were afraid of sounding nuts, or if she
intimidated them. She stood out in this blue collar town, always dressed in her
dark blazer and skirt, tan stockings, and matching heels. She made a mental
note to try to dress down on her next interview, which would be tomorrow
morning, just before she left town.
Dana crossed her legs, and absently dangled her shoe off of her right
foot, still waiting for service. Suddenly, her shoe slipped off of her foot.
She rooted under the table with her stockinged foot, trying to feel for it.
"Odd"..she thought..."how could it..."
"EEEK!" she squealed. "I must have run my foot over a fork," she thought.
"Whew, that really tickled."
Scully started to look under the table for her shoe when the waitress came.
"Hi. Sorry to keep you waitng. We're busier than normal. Are you ready to
order?"
"Yes, I'll..."
Just then, Dana's right leg was slowly forced up, her knee and lower leg pinned
to the bottom of the table. It felt as if there was a strong man underneath the
table, holding her calf and ankle. Her eyes widened as she tried to look
underneath the table. The waitress couldn't see her trapped foot, and had no
idea waht was going on. Skully then opened her eyes even wider, as she felt the
fork again, this time slowly dragging up her exposed stockinged sole...
"WhaaaahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHEEHEEHEEHEEEEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Scully broke out in a scream of laughter. The waitress, half in shock, took a
step back. Everyone else in the diner turned to look. Dana kicked and
squirmed, as she tried to pull away from whatever was tickling her foot.
"STOOAAAAHHHHPPHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAEEHEEHEEHEHEEHELLLLPPHHHAHAHAHA"
The feeling of the fork runnig up and down her foot continued. She couldn't
move her leg. Her blouse came undone. Tears formed on her cheeks. Her other
shoe came off as she squirmed, and suddenly, both feet were pinned to the
table, this time being tickled by unseen finger tips. Scully bucked harder, and
laughed louder.
"HOOOWWWLLHAAHAAHAHAHAAHAAAHAHAAAAHHAHAAAAA"
All eyes in the diner were on her. Suddenly, and without warning, her legs were
released. Scully fell back in a heep, gasping for air, trying to look under the
table.
Nothing. She took a sip of water, and then realized that the waitress and
everyone else was staring at her. She sat up and composed herself.
"I don't know what happened here, but I'm going to find out."
The waitress didn't say a word. Scully flashed her badge.
"I'm a federal agent. Do not let anyone else sit here until I return. I'll need
you to take a few moments and write down everything that you just witnessed, in
your own words. Understood?"
The waitress nodded. Scully looked for her shoes, and found them both on the
opposite seat, sitting perfectly together, like in a shoe store. She started to
put them on, but then realized that they would need to be tested. She walked
out of the diner in her stockinged feet, all eyes watching, especially a green
pair of eyes from the far corner....
THE NEXT DAY
Dana Scully is packing and getting dressed all at the same time. It's 8am. She
has an interview at 10am, and then a long drive home. She shuffles around her
motel room in her long white bathrobe, throwing clothes into her suitcase. She
puts on her matching black bra and panties. She rips open a new pair of sheer
tan pantyhose and sits on the bed to put them on. She gets goosebumps as she pulls
the nylon over her foot: a sudden flashback to yesterday's strange attack. She
starts to run the scientific possibilites through her mind when she hears a
knock on her door. She puts her white robe back on over her underwear and tan stockings and goes to the door.
"Yes?"
"Agent Scully? It's me, Eva. We have an appointment this morning."
Scully looks through the door peephole to see a middle-aged woman dressed like
a librarian - with a tight bun and glasses to match. Scully opens the door.
"I thought we were to meet downtown at 10."
"I know," the woman said sheepishly, "but this is a small town, and I heard
what happened in the diner...I thought it would be better to talk in private."
Scully sized up the woman, and felt no threat. "OK, just let me finish getting
dressed, and packing..."
"Could you do that later. I have alot to tell you."
Scully led Eva to the small motel room table, and they sat across from each
other.
Eva, in her sheepish voice, told Scully that she was a psychiatrist, and a
professor
at local university. During her studies, she found a way to stimulate a part
of her brain that allowed her to move things without touching them. This
"power" started out small, but grew stronger as she learned to "exercize" it.
Eva had come to ask Scully to keep her research a secret until her studies were
complete. Scully asked for a demonstration, and Eva complied. Eva explained
that using her "power" exhausted her, and that she could only do a little at a
time. Scully stared into Eva's green eyes, searching for the truth.
"Why did you....why did you do what you did to me yesterday?"
"I wanted to get your attention. I knew that we would be having this
conversation, and I wanted you to believe me. In terms of strength, that was
the absolute limit of my "power", at this point.
"Does anyone else know about this?"
"No. No one. All of my research notes are coded, and hidden."
"I'm sorry Eva, but this is a very important discovery. If your research ever
fell into the wrong hands..."
"It won't, if you will let me complete my research."
"Eva, I'm sorry..."
Scully stood, and started to turn away. Suddenly, her bathrobe tightened around
her, pulling her arms to her sides, and her legs together. It was as if her
bathrobe were a Boa Constrictor. She stood still as a statue, in her white robe
and tan stockinged feet.
Eva stood. She removed her glasses, and changed her sheepish tone of voice.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't listen."
Scully stood wide eyed, and started to yell for help. Eva pushed her, and she
landed face down on the bed.
"Scream as loud as you want. I took the liberty of renting the entire wing of
the motel, with orders to the staff not to set foot here today. Now, I had two
reasons for my little demonstration yesterday. One was to get your attention.
The other was to probe for a weakness that I could take advantage of..."
Scully squirmed in her "bounds", trying to turn and face her captor. No use.
"My powers may be a little stronger than I let on. I can hold that grip for a
few hours or so. That should be enough time to convince you..."
Scully was still face down. Her stockinged feet hung just off of the bed. Eva
grabbed one leg, and sat on Scully's right ankle.
"No! Please! You know how tickish I am. Not my feet!
PleaeeesssSSEEAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAH"
Eva traced her long fingernails up and down Dana Scully's stockinged sole.
Dana's free (below the knee) leg kicked as the immobilized foot took the
tickling. Eva stretched out Dana's toes as she tickled her arch.
"My, for a small woman, you have pretty big feet..."
"NOOOOOAAAAhAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHSTOOOAAAAPPPHAHAHAHAHA"
Eva did stop: on the left foot. She got up, and then sat down on the right. She
held the right ankle firm with one hand an she tickled the stockinged foot with
the other.
"aaaaAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHSTTOOOAAAAHHPPPAAA'
Eva tickled Dana for over 30 Minutes (years to Scully) before giving her a
break. She rolled Scully over on her back and looked down at her. Tears ran
down Scully's cheeks as her chest heaved.
"I don't want to hurt anybody. I just want privacy."
Eva went to her purse, and pulled out a small knife. She cut several small
slits in the comforter that Scully laid on, and then pulled Scully's calves
through, securing her now from head to toe.
"But, but Eva..."
"Ohhh...wrong answer"
Eva reached for each of Scully's bound stockinged feet, and tickled both of
them with her long nails. Scully erupted with laughter.
"NoooOOOOOAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Eva kept up for another 30 minutes, all the while Scully bucking and pulling
but going no where as her nyloned feet were raked by the fingernails....
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAPLEEEEZZZZZAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA"
Eva stopped when she thought she had made her point. Scully was a crying,
heaving mess. Eva looked down at her.
"I'm going to go now. I would hope that you remeber this meeting. If you report
me, I will deny everything. You have no proof. If I find you investigating me,
well, we'll have to have some fun like this again, or perhaps like at the
diner. Imagine what fun we could have as my power increases.I could assault you
without even being in the same building. I'll leave the rest up to your
imagination..."
