Scully pulled up the long drive to the deserted looking house. This hadn't better be one of Mulders wild goose chases again, Skinner was still on their hides from the last one. But Mulder sounded sure of himself on the phone when he rang her. Normally there was a note of doubt in even in his bizarre belief system, but this time he seemed convinced.
There were no lights on in the house as she pulled up outside. Mulders car was parked on one side, she parked next to it. Getting out she went to the door and tugged on the old-fashioned bell pull. She could hear a faint jangling from inside the dusty looking house, but after a few minutes there still wasn’t a reply. She automatically pushed back her mane of red hair in an unconscious display of frustration.
"Here we go again!" she thought in despair.
Concerned for the welfare of her flaky partner, Scully tried the door handle. It turned and the door opened inward to darkness. She strained hard for any sounds, but all she could hear was the loud beating of her heart.
"Hello, FBI Agent, please show yourselves," she called out but still there was no response.
"Mulder are you in there?" she tried a second time. Silence.
Gun in hand she slowly entered the hallway, but before she had made two steps a strong pair of arms grabbed her. She felt pressure against her arm and a small hiss, then everything dissolved into darkness.
* * *
Scully was in some sort of odd chair when she awoke, it reminded her of her last visit to her gynaecologist. Although her hands were free, her legs were fixed at the ankles and spread wide, and a band of thick material held her firmly across her midriff. She was stark naked except for several small white patches stuck on her forehead and chest. She struggled to free herself but couldn’t move enough reach any catches or get out from the chair, she wasn’t even able to remove the little white patches.
"I am FBI, FBI am I, I am FBI," she started to chant her stress reduction mantras in her head. The room was plain but clean, lit only at the end she was sitting with the far side in darkness. A workbench nearby held odd looking hi-tech tools which Scully didn't recognise. When her pulse had slowed she started to note an odd sensation in her body, a sort of tingling. She felt the odd impulse to touch herself, in fact she felt incredible randy all of a sudden. She resisted the urge to touch her pussy, but was squirming in the chair from the effort.
"Mulder is this another one of your pranks?" she called in response to the sound of movement from the other end of the room.
A pale skinned stranger walked forward, his skin had an odd green tinge, while his dark hair was cut short and his eyes were an odd indescribable colour. He was wearing an odd ochre coloured tunic and tight black pants. His movements seemed oddly fluid almost choreographed.
"Good morning, my dear," the man addressed Scully in a strangely melodic voice very even in tone. He stared down impassively at Scully's gorgeous body. Her red hair was flared out against the headrest and contrasted with the paleness of her skin. Her breasts were heavy but not too large and the rest of her was ideal in proportion with curves in all the right places.
"I am Dana Scully, FBI agent. My superiors know where I am and if you do not release me immediately, this building will be swarming with a squad of agents within minutes." Scully tried to bluff her way out of this captivity, knowing at the same time nobody knew where she was except Mulder, and he was probably tied up somewhere like her.
"I compute a likelihood of 98.2156% against you telling your superiors where you were going, and therefore I do not consider the risk of disturbance as high," the man replied in the same even tones.
