Life from the Ashes Book 2 - Hope and Faith
Chapter 7
Hopelessby Jo B.
purplefox@usfamily.net***
Airborne
Monday, February 22
4:05 p.m.Mulder looked at the elderly man sitting across from him, sucking endlessly on a Morley cigarette. The old man hadn't spoken since the plane took off twenty minutes ago. He just sat there staring at him, making him feel self-conscious and nervous.
The agent glanced away, looking out the window of the plane. He would not give the bastard the satisfaction of knowing how truly afraid he was. Mulder had tried to telepathically contact Skinner before the plane took off, but the Clairvoyant on the plane had prevented him.
"Fox, it really is good to see you again. I've thought of you often over the past year," the smoking man said, taking a deep drag on his cigarette, then blowing the smoke across the aisle. "I was concerned about you."
"Concerned? You have a really great way of showing it," Mulder scoffed, looking down at the restraints that held him fastened to his seat. "What did you do with Alex?" he asked, looking the old man in the eye.
"Alex is currently sleeping . . . his continued wellbeing is in your hands, Fox."
"Don't call me that!"
"Why not . . . it's your name after all. A name that fits you to a tee." The old man looked admiringly at the agent, taking in his enhanced features. "You truly are a sensuous creature . . . it must be hard on you being an object of lust. My men can't take their eyes off you."
Mulder was uncomfortably aware of the other men on the plane and the ogling looks they gave him. In his present situation it had him extremely worried.
The smoking man noticed the look of fear that flashed briefly across the agent's beautiful face. "Don't worry, Fox, you're safe here with me . . . I won't let anyone touch you."
"What about you? Does not touching include you, too?" the agent shot back more bravely than he felt.
"Fox, I've no desire to have sex with my own son . . . no matter how beautiful you are."
"What do you mean . . . son?" Mulder felt ill, he had suspected deep down that this man might be his real father.
"You know what I mean . . . you've suspected as much yourself . . . that's why you confronted your mother. Teena wouldn't tell you, she was afraid of how you would react. She called me after you left, were you aware of that?" He watched Mulder shake his head no.
"Why are you telling me this?" Mulder asked in a hush voice.
"I promised your mother that while she was alive I'd never tell you that I was your father," he said, staring lovingly at his son. "I want to ease some of your fears. I've protected you all of your life, Fox, I'm not about to stop now." The smoker snubbed out his cigarette, he reached across the aisle and gently caressed the side of Mulder's face.
"If that is the case then land this plane and let me and Alex go," he replied sharply, pulling his head away from the old man's callused fingers.
"I would if I could, Fox, but you're needed by the consortium. I promise you that I won't let anyone touch or molest you."
Mulder looked sadly away, Cancerman's promise of protection wouldn't save him from the experiments, which he knew were waiting for him in the consortium's labs.
***
Foxfire Glenn Estate
Monday, February 22
7:05 p.m.
Skinner had just arrived home; he rushed to pick up the ringing telephone in the kitchen. "Skinner," he answered gruffly.
"Walter, we have a situation."
Skinner recognized the Director's voice and a wave of fear hit him. He sat on one of the tall counter stools. "Sir, what is it?"
"General William Pierce at Northridge called, Agent Mulder's plane never arrived. It's being checked into, but I think you should get back to the Bureau and head up the investigation." The Director knew that Bureau policy would forbid Skinner from being involved in this case, but he also knew the A.D. would become involved one way or another. So, he decided to save everyone a lot of grief and handed the case Skinner.
"I'll be there within the hour," Skinner said hanging up.
Yori rushed into the room feeling Skinner's distress. He had read the thoughts of the Director over the telephone line and knew what was wrong. "Can I help in anyway, Walter?"
"Yeah, Yori, can you call the gunmen and have them start checking into this, unofficially. I can use all the help I can get right now. Have Melvin call me at the office if he uncovers anything, no matter how small." Skinner hastily grabbed his keys and headed back out the door.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Monday, February 22
9:05 p.m.
Krycek regained consciousness just before the plane landed on the small, secret airstrip. They were ushered off the plane and into the back of a waiting truck. Mulder was allowed to sit next to Krycek, and the smoking man sat on the other side of the agent. Across the aisle were two sorcerers, a clairvoyant, and a n'thral.
"Alex, are you all right?" Mulder asked his lover, noticing him swaying unsteadily in his seat.
"It's the drug they gave me, it still has me a little off balance, and this fucking ankle cuff is only making it worse." Krycek closed his eyes; the movement of the truck only made him feel dizzy. He felt Mulder's hand grasping his, squeezing his fingers reassuringly.
The truck dropped them a quarter mile from the airfield at an underground base.
Several men in white lab coats met them at the entrance, walking around Mulder and looking him over. "Oh yes, he is extremely lovely. I'd say he's even more beautiful than our other immortals," gushed the man Mulder had just nicknamed pizza-man due to his oily and pockmarked complexion.
The clairvoyant snickered, enjoying Mulder's silent appraisal of the Consortium doctors. *He does resemble Jaba the Hut, Agent Mulder.* The man telepathically communicated, reading the agent's thoughts after he laid his eyes on the extremely obese doctor.
*Stay out of my head!* Mulder shouted back.
*Sorry, gorgeous, but I get paid to be inside your beautiful head,* the clairvoyant answered back.
"Doctor Byrd, take Agent Mulder into the examination room and get him ready. Mook, take this man and collect a semen sample, then lock him in their new quarters."
"Take your fucking hands off me, you goddamned n'thral," Krycek snarled as the large n'thral named Mook grabbed his arm. He twisted and struck the man hard, but it had no affect.
"Stop, let him go you bastards!" Mulder broke away, punching the doctor closest to him and breaking the man's nose. Before the agent could do anymore damage, the sorcerers present restrained him using mind-control.
Cancerman stepped forward, seeing the look of concern on Mulder's face over having a n'thral collecting a semen sample from Krycek. "Doctor Callaway, let's get one thing straight! These men are under my personal protection; you will have Doctor Malone collect the semen sample from Mr. Krycek. Seeing that Doctor Campbell is currently indisposed," he said, looking at the man holding his broken nose, trying to stop the flow of blood.
"Mr. Foxx, I'm the director of this project . . . I will not be ordered around," Callaway huffed.
Mulder stared over at the old man, hearing his real name for the first time. Another mystery solved, he had always wonder why his parents named him Fox. They never could give him a satisfactory answer.
"Doctor, I've assassinated generals, world leaders, and even an American President . . . I can easily eliminate you, too. Don't push me," the smoking man replied in a deceptively soft voice, the cold steel look he leveled on the doctor -- froze the man in his tracks.
"Now, you are only to collect a semen and a blood sample from my son. Any other tests will wait until after the initial experiment. Shall we get on with it?"
"Yes, sir," the doctor answered meekly. He hadn't been informed that Agent Mulder was Mr. Foxx's son.
Callaway had a sorcerer guide Mulder into the examination room. He stopped and looked at the old man following. "You're coming with us?" the Doctor asked, annoyed.
"Callaway, I don't trust you alone with my son," he replied, stepping into the room.
"Agent Mulder, please remove your clothes," Doctor Callaway ordered, spreading a clean white cloth over the examination table and then adjusting the stirrups at the foot of the table. Mulder stared in fear as the doctor pulled out an extremely thick, long dildo, it had raised bumps running down its length. The doctor flicked on the switch at the base and the thing started vibrating, he turned it off, satisfied that the batteries were working.
"Doctor, that won't be necessary." The old man glared at him in disgust.
"Mr. Foxx, we require a semen sample from Mr. Mulder and we've found that this method is the most effective way of acquiring it."
"Mr. Nathan will assist you in collecting a semen sample from Fox." The smoking man turned to the muscular sorcerer who had been standing silently in the corner. "Mr. Nathan can use his powers to make Fox ejaculate without anyone touching him. Isn't that right, Mr. Nathan?"
"Yes, sir," he answered disappointedly. He was looking forward to watching the doctor fuck the beautiful immortal with the dildo.
Mulder was relieved and for once in his life grateful that the smoker was with him. The whole procedure lasted an hour; he was then shown to his quarters.
Krycek was already in the room lying on the small bed, he stood up gingerly and rushed over to Mulder when he entered, hugging him tightly. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, Alex. They only took some blood and a semen sample," he replied.
"Only! My asshole is still sore, it felt like they shoved a fucking missile up it," the younger man complained rubbing his sore butt.
"Sorry, Alex, Cancerman prevented the doctor from using that thing on me. Want me to kiss it and make it better?" he smirked.
"Would you?" Alex rested his head on Mulder's shoulder and the older man gently massaged his lover's ass, his hand soothing his discomfort.
The red light flashed on the hidden video cameras as it recorded them.
***
Three days later
Secret Consortium Base
Thursday, February 25
10:00 a.m.Mulder was cradled in Krycek's arms, contemplating their current situation. For the most part, they had been left alone. They were allowed out of their room to shower, eat, and exercise -- all of their activities were closely monitored.
They were allowed to meet the other two prisoners. Mulder had been fascinated by the other two immortals. He was used to seeing his own image in the mirror every morning. However, to see other men who were similarly mutated and completely different in appearance, was strange.
Shinji Takeda was Japanese. He had been a student at Tokyo University in Tokyo before the alien virus struck him. Mulder found out that the young student had lost his entire family to the virus -- his mother and three sisters, Shin's father had died when he was still a boy.
Shinji was slender, five feet, six inches tall. Shin's thick, silky hair was black and halloed his face, he had dark brown eyes. His honey-tinted skin was as smooth as silk -- Mulder felt a desire to run his hands over the younger man's body.
Mulder was surprised that he actually knew the other man: Cory Greene -- he was Phoebe Greene's older brother. He looked a lot younger than when Mulder last saw him -- Cory's hair had already gone gray, now it was a vibrant brown. His face was smooth and youthful, he no longer had wrinkles around his eyes.
Like him and Alex, both men were dressed in white cotton shorts and tank tops with white sandals on their feet. He speculated that the outfits were designed to reveal as much flesh as possible. Mulder realized when he met the doctors that they were all twisted and perverse. After hearing how Shinji and Cory had been raped repeatedly by them it didn't surprise him. Maybe he should send Cancerman a Father's Day card when they got out of here.
Mulder heard the door being unlocked, they quickly climbed off the bed and stood facing it. The cigarette smoking man entered, smiling happily. "Congratulations, boys, you have successfully conceived a female embryo."
Krycek sat hard on the bed. "What . . . Fox and I?" he stammered.
"Yes, Alex, you and Fox. A baby girl . . . my granddaughter," the old man smiled, showing nicotine stained teeth.
Mulder showed more self-control than Krycek, the younger man sat on the bed in shock. "What are they going to do with her?" Mulder was deeply concerned for her welfare.
"Fox, I'll see that she's given to you to raise after she's born. We'll be moving you and Alex to a larger more secure location in the near future. Right now, they want to monitor the embryo's progress before taking any additional steps with either of you," Cancerman stated, heading for the door. "Good day, gentlemen."
Mulder sat next to Krycek on the bed. He looked at the younger man puzzled, there were tears running down his beautiful face. He hardly ever saw Krycek crying. "Alex, what's wrong?"
"I . . . I don't know . . . if I'm happy or sad . . . shit, I'm going to be a father. Fox, we have to get our daughter out of here. I don't want her born in this place!" Krycek got up and started pacing the small room.
"Alex, have faith . . . Walter will find us. Then you, me, and our daughter will go home."
"Faith! What if he doesn't? How can you calmly sit there and rely on faith to get us out of here!"
"Alex, please, calm down." Mulder got up and wrapped his arms around his distraught lover. He realized by Krycek's reaction that this baby meant a lot to him.
***
Three weeks later
Hoover Building
Thursday, March 17
1:00 p.m.Kimberly walked into the A.D.'s office carrying a tray of food -- her boss wasn't looking well. It had been over three weeks since Mulder and Krycek had disappeared and they still did not have any leads. "Sir, I brought you lunch," she said, setting the tray down on the coffee table.
"Thanks, Kim," Skinner replied absently, not looking up from his papers. He looked like he had lost several pounds. Kim knew he hadn't been sleeping because of the dark circles around his eyes. It was a good thing Yori was at the house, attending to the small day-to-day things.
"Sir, you need to eat . . . you'll need your strength when you locate them. It wouldn't do for you to pass out during the rescue . . . Mulder would never let you hear the end of it if you did."
Skinner sighed, putting down his pen, he got up and walked over to the sofa and sat. He started eating, but didn't taste the food.
"We released the story to the press today," Skinner informed her between bites. They had wanted to keep it out of the papers. The public was still outraged by the conspiracy, and they didn't want it to be known that the consortium was still active. The government feared how angry its citizens would be over the news.
"Sir, it might help. Maybe someone will come forward with information." Kimberly hovered over him, making sure he finished everything on the tray.
He finished eating and went back to his desk. As Kimberly took the tray out, his telephone rang. "Skinner," he answered.
"Sir, its Dana Scully . . . I saw the news about Mulder and Alex a few minutes ago. I'm sorry . . . please, I'd like to help," she said, speaking so fast that she was breathless.
"There's really nothing you can do, Scully," Skinner replied tiredly.
"Sir, please, let me do something to help."
"If it will make you feel better, Scully, go work with the gunmen, they could probably use your expertise." He hung up, not waiting for an answer. The A.D. was too tired to deal with anyone at the moment.
It angered him that the only progress he'd made on the case was tracking down that bureaucrat that arranged for Mulder's and Krycek's flight. The man was a deep undercover mole with the consortium, he was also a clairvoyant, and Skinner wasn't able to read his thoughts. They had planned to use another clairvoyant on him to get the location of where Fox and Alex were being held, but the man was found hanging in his cell. He couldn't believe he had been that stupid as to allow the man to be alone and unprotected.
Skinner hoped someone would come forward with some information soon. He was getting near the end of his rope. He had a meeting scheduled with some detectives from Scotland Yard. The UK had been conducting their own investigation into the abduction of Cory Greene their immortal, he hoped they had something he could use.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Thursday, March 17
1:00 p.m."We've had success, gentlemen, we have found the key for producing a surviving female!" Doctor Caraway exclaimed before the distinguished men seated around the conference table.
The well-manicured man sat at the head of the table, to his right sat the cigarette smoking man, and around the table were several more high-level consortium members. All were in exile from their homes and were living in third world countries. Most of the consortium had been arrested, and there were weekly televised executions of its former members.
"Doctor Caraway, please, enlighten us. What was the key?" Mr. Jones asked.
"Two elements are needed for an immortal's sperm to enable a female embryo to survive, sex and a sorcerer. The immortals body chemistry changes after having sex with a sorcerer. The chemistry effects their sperm, making them compatible with that sorcerer. It is only the Immortal and Sorcerer combination that produces a viable female." Caraway walked excitedly around the room as he talked.
"It's this change in the immortal's body chemistry that produces the withdrawal symptoms we've seen in Fox Mulder. Our immortals weren't experiencing any of these symptoms until they had anal intercourse with our sorcerers . . . now they are suffering the same withdrawal pains.
"So, Doctor, what you're saying is if we want to produce female babies, each new sorcerer would have to first have anal intercourse with the immortal?" Mr. Jones asked, staring at the doctor, waiting for his response.
"Precisely, we've already had two of our sorcerers have sex with both Shinji Takeda and Cory Greene, and we now have four healthy female embryos. We would like permission for our sorcerers to have anal intercourse with Fox Mulder," the doctor requested, staring nervously at Mr. Foxx.
"Absolutely not! They are not allowed to touch my son, I forbid it!" Cancerman snarled.
Mr. Jones looked over at him; this wasn't the time for a confrontation with Mr. Foxx. He would arrange for the smoker to be absent at the time the sorcerers had sex with Agent Mulder.
"Doctor, at this time Fox Mulder is not to be touched," Mr. Jones answered. He would speak to the doctor privately after the meeting and arrange Mulder's disposition with him.
***
Secret Consortium Base
Friday, March 18
1:00 p.m.Alex Krycek had been granted permission to see his baby daughter. Doctor Malone led him into the lab; they were followed by one of the sorcerers. The man stood by the door as the doctor led Krycek over to the counter on the far side of the large lab. There were five round containers sitting on it, a small fetus floated in the center of one. The other four containers appeared empty.
"That's your child, Mr. Krycek," Doctor Malone stated, showing Alex the container with the small fetus in it. The obese doctor waddled to the other side of the lab, leaving him alone with the fetus.
Alex bent down and stared in awe at his and Mulder's child. She was so small -- about the size of his palm -- she looked totally helpless. He wanted desperately to get her away from this place. Mulder's words came back to him about having faith. "Faith, we'll get you out of here."
The doctor waddled back over and wrote down the reading from the four seemingly empty containers.
"Is there anything in those containers?" Krycek asked curiously.
"Four more female embryos -- Shinji Takeda's and Cory Greene's offspring," he answered dryly.
"Then you've discovered the secret?" Krycek felt nervous, he knew that whatever the secret was for producing a surviving females he wasn't going to like it.
"Oh yes, your boyfriend is in for the time of his life," the obese doctor leered. The large, muscular sorcerer walked over taking an interest in their conversation.
"What do you mean?"
"Only sex between an immortal and a sorcerer can produce a surviving female. In order for Foxy to produce little girl babies by other sorcerers, he'd have to have his cute little ass fucked by them first," Malone smirked.
Krycek angrily went for the man's throat, but the sorcerer quickly subdued him using mind-control. "I'm really looking forward to fucking that beautiful boyfriend of yours. The doctors all like to watch, don't you, Malone?" the sorcerer leered.
"Nathan, you know we like doing more than just watching. Unfortunately, we can't allow our semen to contaminate yours. We'll just have to test drive the lovely Fox ahead of time . . . then clean him out for you."
"Touch him and I'll kill you . . . you fat tub of lard!" Krycek snarled unable to move a muscle.
"Now, that wasn't a very nice thing to say. Just for that we'll be moving the lovely Fox to a new room on the opposite side of the base from you."
"You can't do that . . . he needs me. I want to speak to Mr. Foxx!" Krycek hated the idea of going to the smoking bastard for help. However, the man had always protected Mulder.
"You can't, Mr. Foxx had to go to Rio for a few days. Nathan, please escort Alex back to his room. I want Foxy brought to the examination room. I need a fresh semen sample from him before you have the pleasure of his company." Malone was going to have the pleasure of the agent's company first, after he collected his semen sample.
Krycek was red with rage, he felt totally helpless, not being able to protect Mulder. He would give anything to be able to gut that fat doctor. He walked in front of Nathan back to his and Mulder's room. The sorcerer unlocked the door and shoved Krycek inside, causing him to sprawl out on the floor.
Mulder ran over to Krycek to help him. Before he could bend and assist his lover, his arm was grabbed and he was pulled back against Nathan's broad chest. "C'mon, Foxy, the doctor wants to see you."
"Let me go . . . you goddamned son of a bitch!" Mulder snarled, kicking back with his leg, catching the sorcerer by surprise as his foot connected with the man's knee. Nathan lost his balance and cried out in pain, he held onto Mulder as both men crashed to the floor.
"You, fucking little shit! I'm really looking forward to reaming your cute little ass!" the man growled as he stood painfully back up and hauled Mulder to his feet. The agent hissed in pain as his weight settled on his right foot, he had twisted his ankle going down.
Krycek attempted to intervene, but Nathan reasserted his control over the younger man's mind, keeping him motionless on the floor.
He dragged Mulder to the door, noticing the agent was having difficulty walking. "It serves you right," he sneered, then bent down and hefted the agent over his broad shoulder.
"Put me down!" Mulder shouted angrily, his sandals fell off his feet as he wiggled trying to break the larger man's hold on him.
After the door to their room slammed shut and locked, Krycek found he was able to move again and he threw himself at the door, pounding and screaming loudly. He was enraged over his inability to protect his lover. After several minutes of useless banging, he slid down the door and sat on the floor trying desperately to get the power-dampening cuff off his ankle. By the time he gave up, his fingers were bloody and all of his nails were broken. Alex lowered his head and prayed for the first time in his life -- tears were streaming down his beautiful face.
Mulder was carried struggling into the examination room, he peered upside-down around Nathan's body and saw the obese doctor, next to him was the pizza-faced doctor whose nose he had broken four weeks ago.
Nathan flipped him down onto the examination table, he frantically tried to roll off, but the large man easily subdued him. The sorcerer ripped the scant clothing from his body, securing his arms in the restraints at the sides of the table. The larger man then pulled each of his legs up and attached them to the stirrups, exposing his private regions. He felt the cool air against his exposed ass; it hung partly over the edge of the table.
The obese doctor waddled over, looking lecherously at the bound man, licking his lips in anticipation. "Foxy, it's so good of you to join us here today. We have a fun afternoon of activities planned just for you," he cajoled, caressing the agent's long, smooth leg. Mulder winced when the hand touched his sprained ankle. The agent gagged at the foul smelling body-odor coming from the obese man, the other doctor smelled just as bad.
Mulder glared angrily at the doctor. "Fuck off!"
"All in good time . . . work before pleasure. Campbell, do you want the honor of collecting the semen sample?"
"Of course, you know how much I've been looking forward to it," the ugly doctor said, bringing over the large dildo with raised bumps running down its length. He glared evilly at Mulder, there was still a bandage on his nose from when the agent broke it.
Campbell placed the specimen container on a small table next to the agent's legs. He caressed the dildo thoughtfully, standing between Mulder's legs admiring the view. He wanted to punish this beautiful man for hitting him. Mulder gasped as the wide, round tip of dildo was placed against his anus.
Fear made him clench his rectal muscles against the object, which only made it more painful when the doctor, using both hands, thrust the dildo in hard and fast, forcing its entire length in until it was painfully embedded into the agent's body. Mulder screamed in pain, twisting his arms in the restrains and arching his back. He felt like he was being ripped in two, his ass throbbed painfully around the hard object.
"Now that wasn't so bad," Campbell murmured sweetly. Picking up the container, he softly stroked Mulder's limp penis. He reached his hand down and switched on the power to the dildo.
Mulder shrieked as the bumpy dildo vibrated against his prostate, his cock became instantly erect. He writhed on table, and the white cloth underneath him became soaked with his sweat. He pulled harder on the restraints, bruising and scraping his flesh raw. Tears streamed down his face, running into his ears, he couldn't stand the pain and the humiliation. This was ten times worse than anything he'd ever experienced before -- the pain was so intense it felt like his insides had been shredded.
The doctor grabbed the agent's erection and inserted the head into the container, he held it firmly in place as Mulder's orgasm was forced out of him and he pumped the container full of his milky semen.
Mulder went limp against the binding holding him to the table -- he felt consciousness slipping away from him. The obese doctor slapped him hard across the face, cutting his lip. "Foxy, don't fall asleep, we're not done with you, yet."
The agent stared listlessly into the doctor's squinty eyes, gasping as the dildo was roughly pulled out of his body. The raised bumps scraped against his insides, rubbing painfully against torn flesh. Mulder glanced down at the ugly doctor as he held the dildo up, there was blood covering its entire length. He felt the dampness of his blood leaking out of his abused anus.
"We're starting to have fun now, Foxy," the ugly doctor purred, rubbing the inside of the agent's thigh while looking into Mulder's tear streaked face.
Nathan stood watching from his position in front of the door. He felt a ping of sympathy for the beautiful immortal -- but he wasn't about to interfere. He watched as both doctors started removing their clothing. The sorcerer took in the fearful expression on the agent's beautiful face, he knew what was about to happen.
"Please, don't," Mulder whimpered softly, his voice too sore from screaming.
The doctors stood before him naked, stroking their erections. Mulder could barely see the obese doctor's cock, it was covered by his blubbery belly.
"You'll get used to our love making sessions in time, Foxy. Just lay back and enjoy it," the fat doctor advised him as he walked over to the agent's parted legs. He had to push the stirrups further apart to fit his great bulk in between them. Malone caressed the agent's ass, running a finger over the bleeding anus. He positioned his cock against Mulder's opening, his flabby belly draped over the agent's groin.
Malone started to push his cock into the languished body . . .
***