The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something else—something metallic, almost electric. Scully adjusted the strap of her holster, her fingers brushing against the smooth, unfamiliar texture of her glove. Wait, she thought, since when was I wearing latex? She glanced down, her breath catching in her throat. The glossy black material clung to her like a second skin, hugging every curve, every dip of her body. Her breasts were accentuated, the latex pulling tight across her chest, and her thighs—she could feel the way it stretched over them, slick and shimmering under the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned strip mall.“Mulder,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of confusion she couldn’t quite mask. “Do you notice anything… unusual?”Mulder turned to her, his eyes widening as they swept over her form. “Unusual? Scully, you’re—uh…” He trailed off, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. She noticed he was dressed similarly, his usual suit replaced by a sleek, tight-fitting latex outfit that left little to the imagination. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were on full display, the material gleaming under the faint light. He shifted uncomfortably, the material rubbing in places that made his cheeks flush.“I think we’ve been compromised,” Scully said, her voice taking on a sharper edge. She reached for her gun, but her hand brushed against something else—something firm and protruding from her hip. She looked down, her breath hitching as she saw the massive strap-on harness secured around her waist. The dildo was obscenely large, and the sight of it sent a strange, electric thrill through her body. What the hell is happening?Mulder’s eyes followed her gaze, and he froze. “Scully, that’s—uh—”“Don’t,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. She wasn’t sure where the authority in her tone came from, but it felt right. Like she was meant to be in control. Her thighs pressed together, the latex sliding against her skin, and she felt a warmth spreading through her core. Focus, she told herself. This isn’t the time.Before she could say anything else, Mulder’s body jerked forward, almost as if something was pulling him. He stumbled, his boots squeaking against the polished floor, and then he was bending over, his hands reaching out instinctively to steady himself. Scully’s eyes widened as she saw the stocks in the center of the room—an ancient, weathered contraption that looked like it belonged in a museum. The top bar creaked open, and before either of them could react, Mulder’s wrists and neck were locked into place, his ass thrust out lewdly, the latex straining over his firm cheeks.“Scully!” he protested, his voice muffled by the position. He wriggled, trying to free himself, but the stocks held him firm. His ass jiggled slightly with his movements, and Scully felt a strange, possessive heat flare in her chest.“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice low and commanding. She stepped closer, the sound of her boots echoing in the empty space. Her hips swayed with each step, the strap-on bouncing slightly against her pelvis. She could feel the weight of it, the way it reminded her of the power she held in this moment. Mulder’s ass was right there, vulnerable and waiting, and she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her at the sight.“Scully, what are you—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp smack to his ass. The sound reverberated through the room, and Mulder gasped, his body jolting forward. The latex stretched tightly over his skin, and she could see the faint red mark her hand had left.“You’ve been a very bad boy, Mulder,” she said, her voice dripping with a sultry menace she didn’t recognize. “Always running off, always chasing your little conspiracies. It’s time someone taught you a lesson.”Mulder groaned, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or something else. His ass twitched, and she could see the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. She reached out, running her gloved fingers over the curve of his ass, feeling the way the latex warmed under her touch. He shuddered, and she felt a surge of satisfaction.“You need to be punished,” she whispered, leaning in closer. Her breath ghosted over his skin, and she felt him shiver. “But maybe… if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”Mulder’s breath hitched, and she could hear the desperation in his voice. “Scully, please—”“Hush,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. She straightened, her hand rubbing soothingly over the spot she’d smacked. Then, without warning, her knee came up, driving into his balls with just enough force to make him cry out. His body convulsed, and she felt a strange, dark pleasure at the way he writhed in the stocks.“That’s one,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “Now, let’s see how many more you can take before you learn your lesson.”Mulder groaned, his head hanging low. “Scully, I—”“Don’t talk,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. She stepped back, admiring the view of him bent over, vulnerable and entirely at her mercy. The strap-on pressed against her pelvis, and she felt herself growing wet, the heat between her thighs impossible to ignore. “Just take your punishment like a good boy.”She raised her knee again, aiming for his balls, and this time she put a little more force behind it. Mulder’s cry echoed through the room, and Scully felt a dark, satisfied smile stretch across her lips. This is power, she thought, and it feels so damn good.

The air was thick with the scent of mildew and something else—something metallic, almost electric. Scully adjusted the strap of her holster, her fingers brushing against the smooth, unfamiliar texture of her glove. _Wait_, she thought, _since when was I wearing latex?_ She glanced down, her breath catching in her throat. The glossy black material clung to her like a second skin, hugging every curve, every dip of her body. Her breasts were accentuated, the latex pulling tight across her chest, and her thighs—she could feel the way it stretched over them, slick and shimmering under the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned strip mall.

“Mulder,” she said, her voice steady but with a hint of confusion she couldn’t quite mask. “Do you notice anything… unusual?”

Mulder turned to her, his eyes widening as they swept over her form. “Unusual? Scully, you’re—uh…” He trailed off, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. She noticed he was dressed similarly, his usual suit replaced by a sleek, tight-fitting latex outfit that left little to the imagination. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were on full display, the material gleaming under the faint light. He shifted uncomfortably, the material rubbing in places that made his cheeks flush.

“I think we’ve been compromised,” Scully said, her voice taking on a sharper edge. She reached for her gun, but her hand brushed against something else—something firm and protruding from her hip. She looked down, her breath hitching as she saw the massive strap-on harness secured around her waist. The dildo was obscenely large, and the sight of it sent a strange, electric thrill through her body. _What the hell is happening?_

Mulder’s eyes followed her gaze, and he froze. “Scully, that’s—uh—”

“Don’t,” she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a whip. She wasn’t sure where the authority in her tone came from, but it felt _right_. Like she was meant to be in control. Her thighs pressed together, the latex sliding against her skin, and she felt a warmth spreading through her core. _Focus_, she told herself. _This isn’t the time._

Before she could say anything else, Mulder’s body jerked forward, almost as if something was pulling him. He stumbled, his boots squeaking against the polished floor, and then he was bending over, his hands reaching out instinctively to steady himself. Scully’s eyes widened as she saw the stocks in the center of the room—an ancient, weathered contraption that looked like it belonged in a museum. The top bar creaked open, and before either of them could react, Mulder’s wrists and neck were locked into place, his ass thrust out lewdly, the latex straining over his firm cheeks.

“Scully!” he protested, his voice muffled by the position. He wriggled, trying to free himself, but the stocks held him firm. His ass jiggled slightly with his movements, and Scully felt a strange, possessive heat flare in her chest.

“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice low and commanding. She stepped closer, the sound of her boots echoing in the empty space. Her hips swayed with each step, the strap-on bouncing slightly against her pelvis. She could feel the weight of it, the way it reminded her of the power she held in this moment. Mulder’s ass was right there, vulnerable and waiting, and she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her at the sight.

“Scully, what are you—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp smack to his ass. The sound reverberated through the room, and Mulder gasped, his body jolting forward. The latex stretched tightly over his skin, and she could see the faint red mark her hand had left.

“You’ve been a very bad boy, Mulder,” she said, her voice dripping with a sultry menace she didn’t recognize. “Always running off, always chasing your little conspiracies. It’s time someone taught you a lesson.”

Mulder groaned, and she wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or something else. His ass twitched, and she could see the way his muscles tensed and relaxed. She reached out, running her gloved fingers over the curve of his ass, feeling the way the latex warmed under her touch. He shuddered, and she felt a surge of satisfaction.

“You need to be punished,” she whispered, leaning in closer. Her breath ghosted over his skin, and she felt him shiver. “But maybe… if you’re good, I’ll let you cum.”

Mulder’s breath hitched, and she could hear the desperation in his voice. “Scully, please—”

“Hush,” she said, her voice firm but not unkind. She straightened, her hand rubbing soothingly over the spot she’d smacked. Then, without warning, her knee came up, driving into his balls with just enough force to make him cry out. His body convulsed, and she felt a strange, dark pleasure at the way he writhed in the stocks.

“That’s one,” she said, her voice calm and measured. “Now, let’s see how many more you can take before you learn your lesson.”

Mulder groaned, his head hanging low. “Scully, I—”

“Don’t talk,” she interrupted, her tone leaving no room for argument. She stepped back, admiring the view of him bent over, vulnerable and entirely at her mercy. The strap-on pressed against her pelvis, and she felt herself growing wet, the heat between her thighs impossible to ignore. “Just take your punishment like a good boy.”

She raised her knee again, aiming for his balls, and this time she put a little more force behind it. Mulder’s cry echoed through the room, and Scully felt a dark, satisfied smile stretch across her lips. _This is power_, she thought, _and it feels so damn good._

In the abandoned strip mall, FBI agents Dana Scully and Fox Mulder find themselves inexplicably drawn into a world of latex and BDSM rituals. Unbeknownst to them, they are entranced and manipulated into a femdom punishment scenario, with Scully taking on the dominant role, wielding a massive strap-on dildo and administering painful yet pleasurable punishments to a restrained and submissive Mulder.

X-Files: the case of the horny ghost pervs; or how Fox got his balls smashed

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