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Title: Ordeal
Author: Elisa
Classification: S
Spoilers: Terma/Tunguska
Rating: NC17
Keywords: Rape
Summary: Mulder imprisoned in Russia finds the Commander of the camp to
be different from what he expected....



Disclaimer: All characters belong to 1013 Productions, CC, and Fox
Broadcasting. No copyright infringement meant.

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Fox Mulder sat in his prison cell in the Russian gulag of Tunguska.
He was thinking hard, having been left alone for about a day, given
food but not interrogated. He was certain that they would have killed
him. Suddenly the door of the cell opened, and a guard brutally made him
stand. Mulder hardly had time to react. He had been battered and
all his muscles still ached. The guard handcuffed his wrists behind
his back and unceremoniously pushed him out of the cell. Mulder walked
down the hallway, looking for a way to escape from the guard's control,
but there was little space to maneuver. He was escorted to an office,
and not to a lab or the mining site, and this surprised him.
Additionally, the guard left him inside the office with nobody else to
watch him.

Mulder sank in an armchair and looked around. The office had
an ordily, clean aspect. A large desk, shelves, cabinets, even a
couch gave to the office the look of a lived-in room. He stood up and
walked to the window, that was sealed with metal bars. No way out from
there. He heard the door opening behind him and turned...to see a young
woman standing in the doorway. Mulder almost smiled. What was a woman
doing in a place like this? The woman looked barely 30 years old, with
long wavy brown hair fading into blonde, and big brown expressive eyes.
She was wearing green trousers, clearly coming from a military set and a
green tee-shirt that did not leave her femininity to the
imagination....but all the rest of her body and poise spoke of military
training.

The way she moved, her confidence with the place...it was obvious that
the office belonged to her. Mulder looked at her in amazement and as she
spoke, her voice sounded warm and firm.

"I am the Commander of the camp, American..."

Mulder couldn't restrain from an expression of disbelief.

"A *woman* commands here?"

"In Russia men and women are exactly identical. I am the Commander."

Nothing changes, Mulder thought. Where's the difference? The woman held
his gaze then spoke again.

"What were you looking for in coming to spy us?"

"I wasn't spying. I was looking for a stone."

The woman took a step closer to him, not caring about the fact that he
was about two inches taller than her.

"You were spying. We caught you while you were trying to contact the
prisoners..."

Mulder's rage started to mount.

"I. .we...had no idea of what was going on. I was trying to understand."

The woman started to circle around him.
"Do you know what we do to spies, American?"

Mulder didn't answer; the woman was once again in front of him. She
looked straight into his eyes.

"Get down on your knees."

Mulder didn't move. The woman looked at him, a sarcastic smile on her
lips.

"Fine. You're stubborn. You want to know something? I like men who do
not obey at once..." She put a hand on his cheek and ran a finger down
to his throat.

"Handsome. You are very handsome. Very attractive. Beautifully built
body.."

Mulder was furious.

"Take your hands off me!" He backed off, to subtract himself from that
vicious touch. But he had nowhere to go.

"Oh...You're much more than just handsome, Agent Mulder..."

He opened eyes wide in disbelief

"You...you know who I am?"

"Sure. I do know also about the X-Files, and your partner. Dana Scully."
She put a hand on his chest "But this is not important now. I have other
things to tell you..."

"If you know who I am, you'll know also why I'm here...and that I'm not
a spy..." Mulder tried desperately to turn her own words against her.

"You ARE a spy. And as this reason for punishment.." She looked at him
coldly. She wasn't touching him anymore.

"By no international law you can't accuse me of spying..."

"Law? I am the only law in this camp; I decide who lives and who dies. I
could kill you this very moment, if I just wanted to." She moved
to the desk, opened a drawer and took out a gun.

Mulder thought he was facing his own death.

"You see? One shot and you're done."

Mulder watched her. The woman put back the gun into the drawer.

"Not today anyway. I have decided for another...kind of punishment for
you."

She came back to face him.

"I'm not afraid torture," Mulder replied.

The woman laughed "Torture...Nothing could break you, I know it. Your
quest, your search for the Truth, gives you an immense strength. You're
not scared by physical pain, but you fear psychological pain, don't
you?"

Mulder looked away. He did. All the pain and sufferance he had gone
through during the long search for Samantha and the Truth had left him
vulnerable to psychological wounds.

"You do. And this is what's going to happen to you...Get down on your
knees."

Once more, he didn't move. If he had to go through an ordeal, he was
gonna make it hard for his captor too....

The woman slapped him hard.

"I told you to kneel. I'm not joking anymore.."

Unwillingly, but understanding there was no way out but trying to buy
time, Mulder kneeled. The woman had a brief, satisfied smile. She raised
a hand to his hair and stroke it. Mulder didn't react. Abruptly, the
woman took his head back by grabbing his hair and pulling him back.
Mulder couldn't avoid it. Now his face was upward, watching the
ceiling...and the woman's face above him. He gasped at the pain from his
head....The woman's mouth was on his before he realized it. Wildly, he
started to shake his head, struggling to get free of the wild kiss she
was administrating him. Her tongue penetrated in his mouth,
providing a wet contact that Mulder rejected as best as he could. But
the woman's grip on his head was powerful and he couldn't get away from
her. She kissed him for long minutes, eagerly, her lips tracing his with
all the passion of a long-time lover. Mulder felt his rage grow, but it
was to no avail.

When she finally released him, he looked at her like a wild animal.

"You're a bitch." he hissed, trying to breath normally. The woman gave
him a sarcastic look.

"Oh, really? Go ahead, tell me whatever you want...I like the sound of
your voice.."

Mulder didn't add another word. She took his face in her hands.

"Good. Don't speak then. I have something else for you..." With a push,
she threw him to lie on the floor on his back. Surprised and with his
hands imprisoned, he didn't react. He was going to try to stand up when
the woman climbed over him. She sat on his hips and he was unable to
move. Mulder closed his eyes. He had a vague feeling of what was going
to happen next...

"Listen to me. This won’t be painful for you. Why are you resisting?
You know what I want..."

"Go to hell" Mulder seethed, opening his eyes to face hers "I'll never
do that with you..."

"Really? Do you believe you can prevent your body from reacting? I have
drugs that would make you want me like you never wanted a woman in your
life before..., but I won't use them. I want you to be fully conscious
of what's happening to you."

In saying this, she had moved slowly down on his legs...and her hands
were stroking his manhood through his jeans. Mulder concentrated on
keeping his face straight. He didn't want her to see that she was slowly
arousing him. But the woman knew better than that.

"You can't avoid your natural reactions. You know that.." The strokes
became more intense and faster. Mulder was starting to feel dizzy by the
effort of avoiding showing the inevitable pleasure he felt. He kept his
eyes tight shut and bit his lips for not groaning...The woman, conscious
of his effort, opened his jeans and her fingers reached for his bare
skin. He was already partially erected, and the direct touch on the skin
made him shiver. He lost control when the woman leaned down to kiss him.

She traced his penis with her lips, small, darting kisses that despite
his efforts, were exciting and arousing him to no end. His body was
moving at the rhythm given by her, out of his control. He tried to focus
his thoughts on the fact that she was the enemy, but resistance was
futile. When she took him in her mouth, he groaned openly, numbed, all
his will concentrated on the need to cum that burnt inside of him. The
woman didn't let him go even after the first orgasm that exploded in
him, making him struggle helplessly and almost cry for the unbearable
satisfaction. She kept him under pressure, his groans growing louder,
when he got the second and then the third orgasm. She let him go from
her mouth, only to take off her own trousers, and sit again on him.

Mulder was exhausted, drenched in sweat, and unable to utter a word. The
woman pushed herself closer to his penis, and gently stroked it again.
Incredibly, he went erect in a few seconds. Disjointedly,
he wondered where all that energy came from. But there was no space for
thinking.

The woman had driven him inside of her, dictating the rhythm of his
pumps, faster and faster. Mulder opened his mouth to catch oxygen and to
say something, and he felt himself being pushed on the limit of his
capacity of getting pleasure from a woman. He watched the woman who was
raping him. Her eyes had lost focus, but Mulder was not in the condition
of taking advantage of her distraction. His body went into a fanatical
wave of orgasms, each one letting him on the verge of collapse. Finally,
the woman let him go and leaned on his chest for a moment.

Mulder was breathing heavily, trying to regain control as fast as he
could.

The Commander got it first, however. She stood up while he was still
trying to wipe away the numbs from his mind...She took the gun off the
desk again and keeping him under aim, picked up the phone and dialed a
number. She spoke a few words in Russian, and in a few seconds two
guards appeared at the door. One of them helped Mulder with his
trousers, then helped him to his feet. Mulder was now boiling with fury
and shame. He didn't look at the woman when she spoke "This is only your
first day here, Agent Mulder. This will happen every single
day of your stay here...And we will make sure your lovely partner knows
*every* detail of what you're going through..."

Mulder froze. Not her. Not Dana. He didn't allow his desperation to
surface. In the back of his mind, a voice was telling him that Dana
would have tried everything she could to take him out of there...putting
herself in enormous danger. He had to do something to prevent that.....

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Two weeks later, in the basement office of the FBI Headquarters,
Washington DC.

Dana Scully sat quietly, listening to the whole story of Mulder’s
escape.

"...and in St. Petersburg I went to the US ambassador...You know the
rest."

Mulder smiled softly, leaning back in his chair. Scully didn't leave his
eyes.

"Mulder...I got some...news about your gulag experience.." She was
gently trying to make him talk about it. Mulder knew she would have
listened to everything, and even accepted rage and tears...He didn't
want to hurt her more with the details.

"Oh, and why did I tell you? Did I behave bravely?" His smile was
ironic, trying to lure Dana into a lighter mood.

"If you feel like you want to talk about it..." she added, leaning on
the desk to cover his hand with hers. He looked at their hands then rose
his eyes to her.

"I'm not....sure I will ever be willing to talk about it."

"It's okay, Mulder. Just to let you know.."

"I already know, Scully..."

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