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Warning and disclaimer: The following story contains sexual acts and tickling.
No one
under 18 admitted without parent or some one with somebody like that. The
characters,
most of them anyway, are creations of Chris Carter, but are owned by Twentieth
Century
Fox. Go figure that one. Basically I don't mean to step on any toes, I just
wanted to
write a fun story with some great characters. The character of Rusalka is all
mine as are
everyone else in the story.
Warning: This is a tickling story, but it is an X-Files story first. The main
tickling
"action" does not come in until the end. Still I hope you all enjoy it. Also
this is a very
dark story and may not even be for all tickle-philes out there. Please let me know what you think.
I did this one a while back and thought I'd post it here.
and now Part One:
"Your laughter gives me life. For you, it bestows the exhilaration of being
truly alive . . .
even as you die in my arms."
Rusalka
by Jerrik
Her name was Rusalka an ancient Queen from the Slavic lands. She sipped a
glass of wine as she stepped out onto the balcony. Her long ebony hair
intertwined with
the wind when she looked out over the city, the City of Angels. Her soft green
eyes
stared at the lights, but she saw nothing, except what was in her mind, her
memory. She
saw the land where she grew up, her castle, her death . . . and rebirth. She
saw those that
she had loved and those she had consumed. Some were one and the same. Then a
groan
from behind her transported the statuesque Queen back to the present day. She
turned
around and affected an evil grin.
"Ready for more?" Rusalka taunted.
"No Please. I can't take it. Please, no more." The girl, bound to a giant
canopy
bed, pleaded for her torture to stop.
"I've heard better pleas from peasants. You'll have to do better than that."
Rusalka sat down next to the writhing blond. "I intend to continue all night
long, until
my thirst is quenched."
The alabaster queen brought her lips to the blonde's soft neck and began to
nibble. Then she dove her long red nails into the poor girl's ribs for the
fifth and final
time. The laughter lasted only another hour.
****
Agent Scully arrived on the scene first. Mulder was only two minutes behind
her.
"Looking at dirty pictures again, Mulder?" She said slyly.
"No, but there was an interesting article on sarcasm this month."
Both agents turned their attentions toward the victim. The girl was tied
spread
eagle to the canopy bed. Her hair was still sticking to her body from the
perspiration, but
the really weird thing was . . . .
"Her face. It's contorted in pain." Mulder said.
Scully bent down to the nude girl's body and examined it. "Except for her
rather
peculiar expression I can't tell much." Scully examined the ropes around the
girl's
wrists. "However this girl did struggle a lot. Someone was doing something to
her she
didn't like."
"Maybe they were making her watch MSNBC." Mulder quipped.
Scully looked at the girl's face again. It had changed. It was HER face now.
The agent was shaken. She turned back to the girl again and saw the victim's
face this time.
"Mulder, this girl was probably tortured all night." Scully took a heavy
swallow.
"There are instruments of torture that can cause serious pain and not leave any
noticeable
marks on the body. There's no telling what hell she went through."
Mulder backed down on this one. Scully was shaken up and he wondered why.
There was so much she had been through, so why was this case having an effect
on her.
"An autopsy will tell us what happened. I'll go get ready."
Mulder started to take Scully aside.
"What?" Dana asked.
Fox Mulder looked at his friend and began to speak, but hesitated.
"I'm alright. I'm fine. I'll see you later at the lab." Scully then walked
swiftly
down the hall and into the ladies room. She splashed water on her face. She
looked in
the mirror. She didn't want Mulder to know what she had seen. She didn't want
Mulder
to know that she may be the next victim.
****
Dr. Dana Scully switched on the microphone. "The victim's name is Catherine
Schellette, 5 foot and 7 inches, weight - 128 pounds, blonde hair (shoulder
length), brown
eyes. Cause of death, unknown. I am now beginning the external examinations.
I'm
looking closely at the skin and I'm seeing tiny marks all over her body. The
marks are
roughly 3 mm in diameter. More than likely they were made by human . . .
fingernails?
Wait, what's this?" Dr. Scully found a fiber under the blonde's armpit. She
immediately
placed it under the microscope.
"This fiber seems to have come from a feather. What the hell?"
Scully carefully traced the girl's entire body in search for more fibers, or
any
thing else that might lead to solving the puzzle of her death. She found scant
shreds of
feathers all over the girl. Her feet, especially between her toes, her
armpits, and vagina
yielded the most abundance of feather fiber. Scully worked well into the night
examining and testing everything, trying to detect a cause of death. She found
it.
The phone rang. It was Mulder with information on the dead girl.
"Listen. I found out something about our girl. I talked with her husband and
it
seems that she has been unfaithful to him, or so he suspected."
"Go on." Scully said.
"Anyway, he, Mr. Paul Schellette, had hired a private detective to tail her
when
she went out at nights."
"Was she being unfaithful?" Scully ignored Mulder's obvious pun.
"Oh yeah, but not in the typical heterosexual way."
"Are you saying she was seeing another woman?"
"Yes. She was seen with, and I quote the private dick's report, a strikingly
beautiful, leggy, brunette. The kind men kill for. I mean that's the only
description he
gave of the woman, and of course no name. To go on, they both met at The
Raven, a
lesbian night club in West LA. They came out and headed for the Asin Hotel,
where we
found her this morning. According to the PI's report the two women followed
this same
routine for two nights in a row then stopped. That was a week ago."
"Apparently they made it another night. Um, Mulder. . I found the cause of
death. I think you need to come over here."
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to be looking through a microscope in
about
15 minutes. I'm on my way."
Dana grinned at her partners little joke. As she began putting away her
equipment she heard something strange. She heard what sounded like laughter
and
lapping water. She turned to the woman's body she had just autopsied. The
woman was
laughing, giggling uncontrollably. Then the corpse turned toward Scully and
spoke
through her laughter. "She's waiting for you Dana. Hahahahahaha."
****
Pam Hallfield looked deep into the tall brunette's eyes. She was amazed that
such a feminine and elegant looking woman would be interested in her. Pam, a
short
hairied tomboy type, had just come out of the closet to her parents. It did
not go well and
the 23 year old was seeking comfort. Pam smiled. She had been raised Baptist
and had
come from the farm lands of the Midwest. She loved the land there, but the
people were
cruel to her. They shunned her. She was even beat up and raped by a gang of
boys. No
one believed her though. No one, except Rusalka. Only she understood.
Rusalka took in every nuance of the short girl's being. She drowned herself in
the
nymph's globe shaped eyes. Rusalka gently pressed her cheek unto Pam's and
whispered
in her ear.
"We are one now. You will give me life, and I will show you what it is to be
alive."
Rusalka took Pam by the hand and lead her outside of the club, outside of the
Raven.
****
Mulder came into the room with his usual flair. This case was indeed a murder,
but it did not have the deep disturbing qualities he had been used to. He was
also
extremely turned from thinking about their blonde making love to another woman,
someone he knew well.
"What's up Scully?" Mulder knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
Dana was sitting in a chair, her head in her hands.
"Dana! What's wrong!"
"I'm going crazy, Mulder, I think." Scully told Mulder about what had just
happened and about seeing her face on the victim the day before.
"Am I crazy?"
"No. I don't think so. In fact I think you should resign from the case."
"What?"
"I mean it. You know I don't exactly share your faith, but just a few weeks
ago
you told me how you saw Emily and perhaps even God. You went through a very
traumatic and emotional episode. You had visions Scully, and for what ever
reason I
believe that you are still having them. You have retained that ability to see
the future or
warn yourself of danger. You should be frightened. I don't want you to go
through what
that poor girl had to. I don't want you to be tortured to death."
Scully wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you Mulder, but Catherine wasn't
tortured to death, at least not in the conventional meaning."
"What?" Mulder looked puzzled.
"We were wrong to assume that her face was contorted in pain. It wasn't. She
had been laughing. The cause of death was lack of oxygen to the brain, she
suffocated,
but basically. . . she was tickled to death."
****
The tall Slavic Queen looked deep into Pam's brown eyes. They were tortured
eyes, innocent and sad. She had only known eyes like this just once before,
roughly 3000
years ago. A blonde nave who was so pure and innocent, a traveler, an
adventurer . . . but
that's another story. Rusalka took Pam by the hand and escorted her to the
room. She
knew the waif would not last long, being so frail, but she would be sweet. Her
laughter
would be like fresh honey. Rusalka motioned for Pam to lie on the bed. She
did. The
tall brunette began to undress the naive girl, kissing her all the while.
Their tongues
played with each other, embracing like lovers themselves. Rusalka knew there
would be
no need for restraints. Pam felt the first tickle on her left upper rib. She
squealed and
jerked away. Both women were completely naked by now which made Pam feel even
more vulnerable. Rusalka took Pam's wrists by one hand and then dug her long
red nails
into the girl's side. The struggling girl screamed and laughed, but the Tickle
Queen
would not let up. She exchanged hands and then tickled the girl's other ribs.
For an hour
Rusalka tickled the screaming girl like this. Pam was exhausted and her
strength was
leaving her. She felt weak and drained. Rusalka then went down to the girl's
feet. Pam
screamed! "Noooooo! Please d-don't tickle me any more. let me go!"
Rusalka grinned an evil grin. Her eyes burned into Pam's eyes. Then her nails
dug into Pam's feet. Pam shrieked. Rusalka started nibbling on the hysterical
girls toes,
then licked the girl's ankles. She was moving her way up, tickling her all the
while. The
Tickle Queen finally rested her face right above Pam's mound.
"Sing for me, my little bird."
Rusalka plunged her tongue deep into the waif's vagina sending shock waves of
pleasure throughout the girl's small frame. The tickling continued until the
girl thought
she would go mad from the sensations. Another hour passed and the tickling
still
continued as did the oral pleasure. Pam was weak, very weak. All she could do
was
laugh and moan. Finally, like a bolt of lightening Pam received her long
awaited orgasm.
Rusalka got up off of the girl. Pam was convulsing though her orgasm. It was
the most
intense she had ever had.
"Why? W-why did you. . . do this to me?" the shattered girl said.
"Did? What makes you think I'm through?"
Pam began to sob as Rusalka took her by the ribs again. She lasted only
another
hour.
****
The next morning Mulder got the call. He rushed over to the hotel, the Asin.
Only three floors down from where the first girl was found Pam laid on the bed,
her face
still frozen in laughter.
"I heard another woman did this" said the investigating officer.
"Maybe. Did anyone see anything, hear anything?"
"Nope. Not a thing." the lieutenant looked at the dead girl. "A woman, huh?
I
hope I never meet up with her."
"Don't worry, I doubt you are her type." Mulder's phone rang. It was Scully.
"I heard you got another one."
"Yeah, only three floors down in the same hotel. You're not in your car are
you?"
"Damn straight! Mulder why didn't you tell me?"
"You heard what I said. I don't want you on this case."
"If I do have some sort of insight to what's going on, then I need to be on
this
case. I may be the only way of solving it."
Mulder knew his partner was right. He wanted to come up with some excuse to
prove his point, but he couldn't. "Okay Scully. You get over here and go with
these guys
to the morgue. I'm going to go see how the other half lives."
"What?"
"I'm playing a hunch. I'm going to the Raven."
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 and gave a faint, but knowing grin.
No one
under 18 admitted without parent or some one with somebody like that. The
characters,
most of them anyway, are creations of Chris Carter, but are owned by Twentieth
Century
Fox. Go figure that one. Basically I don't mean to step on any toes, I just
wanted to
write a fun story with some great characters. The character of Rusalka is all
mine as are
everyone else in the story.
Warning: This is a tickling story, but it is an X-Files story first. The main
tickling
"action" does not come in until the end. Still I hope you all enjoy it. Also
this is a very
dark story and may not even be for all tickle-philes out there. Please let me know what you think.
I did this one a while back and thought I'd post it here.
and now Part One:
"Your laughter gives me life. For you, it bestows the exhilaration of being
truly alive . . .
even as you die in my arms."
Rusalka
by Jerrik
Her name was Rusalka an ancient Queen from the Slavic lands. She sipped a
glass of wine as she stepped out onto the balcony. Her long ebony hair
intertwined with
the wind when she looked out over the city, the City of Angels. Her soft green
eyes
stared at the lights, but she saw nothing, except what was in her mind, her
memory. She
saw the land where she grew up, her castle, her death . . . and rebirth. She
saw those that
she had loved and those she had consumed. Some were one and the same. Then a
groan
from behind her transported the statuesque Queen back to the present day. She
turned
around and affected an evil grin.
"Ready for more?" Rusalka taunted.
"No Please. I can't take it. Please, no more." The girl, bound to a giant
canopy
bed, pleaded for her torture to stop.
"I've heard better pleas from peasants. You'll have to do better than that."
Rusalka sat down next to the writhing blond. "I intend to continue all night
long, until
my thirst is quenched."
The alabaster queen brought her lips to the blonde's soft neck and began to
nibble. Then she dove her long red nails into the poor girl's ribs for the
fifth and final
time. The laughter lasted only another hour.
****
Agent Scully arrived on the scene first. Mulder was only two minutes behind
her.
"Looking at dirty pictures again, Mulder?" She said slyly.
"No, but there was an interesting article on sarcasm this month."
Both agents turned their attentions toward the victim. The girl was tied
spread
eagle to the canopy bed. Her hair was still sticking to her body from the
perspiration, but
the really weird thing was . . . .
"Her face. It's contorted in pain." Mulder said.
Scully bent down to the nude girl's body and examined it. "Except for her
rather
peculiar expression I can't tell much." Scully examined the ropes around the
girl's
wrists. "However this girl did struggle a lot. Someone was doing something to
her she
didn't like."
"Maybe they were making her watch MSNBC." Mulder quipped.
Scully looked at the girl's face again. It had changed. It was HER face now.
The agent was shaken. She turned back to the girl again and saw the victim's
face this time.
"Mulder, this girl was probably tortured all night." Scully took a heavy
swallow.
"There are instruments of torture that can cause serious pain and not leave any
noticeable
marks on the body. There's no telling what hell she went through."
Mulder backed down on this one. Scully was shaken up and he wondered why.
There was so much she had been through, so why was this case having an effect
on her.
"An autopsy will tell us what happened. I'll go get ready."
Mulder started to take Scully aside.
"What?" Dana asked.
Fox Mulder looked at his friend and began to speak, but hesitated.
"I'm alright. I'm fine. I'll see you later at the lab." Scully then walked
swiftly
down the hall and into the ladies room. She splashed water on her face. She
looked in
the mirror. She didn't want Mulder to know what she had seen. She didn't want
Mulder
to know that she may be the next victim.
****
Dr. Dana Scully switched on the microphone. "The victim's name is Catherine
Schellette, 5 foot and 7 inches, weight - 128 pounds, blonde hair (shoulder
length), brown
eyes. Cause of death, unknown. I am now beginning the external examinations.
I'm
looking closely at the skin and I'm seeing tiny marks all over her body. The
marks are
roughly 3 mm in diameter. More than likely they were made by human . . .
fingernails?
Wait, what's this?" Dr. Scully found a fiber under the blonde's armpit. She
immediately
placed it under the microscope.
"This fiber seems to have come from a feather. What the hell?"
Scully carefully traced the girl's entire body in search for more fibers, or
any
thing else that might lead to solving the puzzle of her death. She found scant
shreds of
feathers all over the girl. Her feet, especially between her toes, her
armpits, and vagina
yielded the most abundance of feather fiber. Scully worked well into the night
examining and testing everything, trying to detect a cause of death. She found
it.
The phone rang. It was Mulder with information on the dead girl.
"Listen. I found out something about our girl. I talked with her husband and
it
seems that she has been unfaithful to him, or so he suspected."
"Go on." Scully said.
"Anyway, he, Mr. Paul Schellette, had hired a private detective to tail her
when
she went out at nights."
"Was she being unfaithful?" Scully ignored Mulder's obvious pun.
"Oh yeah, but not in the typical heterosexual way."
"Are you saying she was seeing another woman?"
"Yes. She was seen with, and I quote the private dick's report, a strikingly
beautiful, leggy, brunette. The kind men kill for. I mean that's the only
description he
gave of the woman, and of course no name. To go on, they both met at The
Raven, a
lesbian night club in West LA. They came out and headed for the Asin Hotel,
where we
found her this morning. According to the PI's report the two women followed
this same
routine for two nights in a row then stopped. That was a week ago."
"Apparently they made it another night. Um, Mulder. . I found the cause of
death. I think you need to come over here."
"Why do I have the feeling I'm going to be looking through a microscope in
about
15 minutes. I'm on my way."
Dana grinned at her partners little joke. As she began putting away her
equipment she heard something strange. She heard what sounded like laughter
and
lapping water. She turned to the woman's body she had just autopsied. The
woman was
laughing, giggling uncontrollably. Then the corpse turned toward Scully and
spoke
through her laughter. "She's waiting for you Dana. Hahahahahaha."
****
Pam Hallfield looked deep into the tall brunette's eyes. She was amazed that
such a feminine and elegant looking woman would be interested in her. Pam, a
short
hairied tomboy type, had just come out of the closet to her parents. It did
not go well and
the 23 year old was seeking comfort. Pam smiled. She had been raised Baptist
and had
come from the farm lands of the Midwest. She loved the land there, but the
people were
cruel to her. They shunned her. She was even beat up and raped by a gang of
boys. No
one believed her though. No one, except Rusalka. Only she understood.
Rusalka took in every nuance of the short girl's being. She drowned herself in
the
nymph's globe shaped eyes. Rusalka gently pressed her cheek unto Pam's and
whispered
in her ear.
"We are one now. You will give me life, and I will show you what it is to be
alive."
Rusalka took Pam by the hand and lead her outside of the club, outside of the
Raven.
****
Mulder came into the room with his usual flair. This case was indeed a murder,
but it did not have the deep disturbing qualities he had been used to. He was
also
extremely turned from thinking about their blonde making love to another woman,
someone he knew well.
"What's up Scully?" Mulder knocked on the door, but there was no answer.
Dana was sitting in a chair, her head in her hands.
"Dana! What's wrong!"
"I'm going crazy, Mulder, I think." Scully told Mulder about what had just
happened and about seeing her face on the victim the day before.
"Am I crazy?"
"No. I don't think so. In fact I think you should resign from the case."
"What?"
"I mean it. You know I don't exactly share your faith, but just a few weeks
ago
you told me how you saw Emily and perhaps even God. You went through a very
traumatic and emotional episode. You had visions Scully, and for what ever
reason I
believe that you are still having them. You have retained that ability to see
the future or
warn yourself of danger. You should be frightened. I don't want you to go
through what
that poor girl had to. I don't want you to be tortured to death."
Scully wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you Mulder, but Catherine wasn't
tortured to death, at least not in the conventional meaning."
"What?" Mulder looked puzzled.
"We were wrong to assume that her face was contorted in pain. It wasn't. She
had been laughing. The cause of death was lack of oxygen to the brain, she
suffocated,
but basically. . . she was tickled to death."
****
The tall Slavic Queen looked deep into Pam's brown eyes. They were tortured
eyes, innocent and sad. She had only known eyes like this just once before,
roughly 3000
years ago. A blonde nave who was so pure and innocent, a traveler, an
adventurer . . . but
that's another story. Rusalka took Pam by the hand and escorted her to the
room. She
knew the waif would not last long, being so frail, but she would be sweet. Her
laughter
would be like fresh honey. Rusalka motioned for Pam to lie on the bed. She
did. The
tall brunette began to undress the naive girl, kissing her all the while.
Their tongues
played with each other, embracing like lovers themselves. Rusalka knew there
would be
no need for restraints. Pam felt the first tickle on her left upper rib. She
squealed and
jerked away. Both women were completely naked by now which made Pam feel even
more vulnerable. Rusalka took Pam's wrists by one hand and then dug her long
red nails
into the girl's side. The struggling girl screamed and laughed, but the Tickle
Queen
would not let up. She exchanged hands and then tickled the girl's other ribs.
For an hour
Rusalka tickled the screaming girl like this. Pam was exhausted and her
strength was
leaving her. She felt weak and drained. Rusalka then went down to the girl's
feet. Pam
screamed! "Noooooo! Please d-don't tickle me any more. let me go!"
Rusalka grinned an evil grin. Her eyes burned into Pam's eyes. Then her nails
dug into Pam's feet. Pam shrieked. Rusalka started nibbling on the hysterical
girls toes,
then licked the girl's ankles. She was moving her way up, tickling her all the
while. The
Tickle Queen finally rested her face right above Pam's mound.
"Sing for me, my little bird."
Rusalka plunged her tongue deep into the waif's vagina sending shock waves of
pleasure throughout the girl's small frame. The tickling continued until the
girl thought
she would go mad from the sensations. Another hour passed and the tickling
still
continued as did the oral pleasure. Pam was weak, very weak. All she could do
was
laugh and moan. Finally, like a bolt of lightening Pam received her long
awaited orgasm.
Rusalka got up off of the girl. Pam was convulsing though her orgasm. It was
the most
intense she had ever had.
"Why? W-why did you. . . do this to me?" the shattered girl said.
"Did? What makes you think I'm through?"
Pam began to sob as Rusalka took her by the ribs again. She lasted only
another
hour.
****
The next morning Mulder got the call. He rushed over to the hotel, the Asin.
Only three floors down from where the first girl was found Pam laid on the bed,
her face
still frozen in laughter.
"I heard another woman did this" said the investigating officer.
"Maybe. Did anyone see anything, hear anything?"
"Nope. Not a thing." the lieutenant looked at the dead girl. "A woman, huh?
I
hope I never meet up with her."
"Don't worry, I doubt you are her type." Mulder's phone rang. It was Scully.
"I heard you got another one."
"Yeah, only three floors down in the same hotel. You're not in your car are
you?"
"Damn straight! Mulder why didn't you tell me?"
"You heard what I said. I don't want you on this case."
"If I do have some sort of insight to what's going on, then I need to be on
this
case. I may be the only way of solving it."
Mulder knew his partner was right. He wanted to come up with some excuse to
prove his point, but he couldn't. "Okay Scully. You get over here and go with
these guys
to the morgue. I'm going to go see how the other half lives."
"What?"
"I'm playing a hunch. I'm going to the Raven."
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 and gave a faint, but knowing grin.
, and agent Scully makes a good subject.
