X-Files: Scully - Arab Toy (m/f,f/f,f/dog,exhib,fist,slave,food,preg,milk)
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For about ten minutes it was perfect. Mulder beside her, on horseback,
heading for the Pyramids in time for the sunset. Scully purred inside and
gave a grateful thankyou to Skinner for having arranged this break for them
and then insisting that they went. What could be better?

As Mulder's horse lowered its left front leg to the desert, it suddenly
caught sight of a scorpion, tail raised, just in front of it. The horse
screamed in panic, threw back its head and bolted straight ahead. Taken by
surprise, Mulder lost contact with one of the stirrups and it took all of
his agile strength to hold on as the horse galloped away. He did not have
time to think about Scully as he was too busy saving himself from crashing
to the ground.

In shock Scully's horse took off as fast as it could run, but away to the
right, at right angles to Mulder's disappearing tracks. Scully was no
horsewoman but she had been told that the secret to staying on was to grip
with your knees. She lowered her head against the rushing wind and gripped
as hard as she could, determined to stay on no matter how fast the horse ran.

For ten or fifteen minutes the horse rushed across the desert sand until its
strength began to weaken and the panic drained out of it. Scully found that
she was panting for breath as they eventually came to a halt in a circular
dune. Looking up and around her for the first time since the horse had
bolted, Scully realised that she might be lost. In principle it should be
easy. Turn around and go back the way they had come. But the desert wind
was strong enough to brush away their tracks and the horse might not always
have run in a straight line.

With a determined look in her eyes Scully turned the horse's head and kicked
in with her heels to drive it up the sides of the dune. A while later and
all that she could see was sand. Dammit, she thought, why didn't I bring a
compass or something? A radio? It was beginning to get dark and she didn't
like the feeling of being out here in the scary desert on her own. She tried
calling for help, shouting for Mulder, but her voice seemed to be thin and
wispy, blown away in the wind.

Standing as tall as she could in her stirrups the only feature that broke
the endless sand was a thin dark line over to her left. There were no other
clues to aim for, so she turned towards it. To her great relief as she
neared it, she saw that it was a basic road. Something man made at least,
and that promised rescue. With greater confidence Scully turned up onto the
road and encouraged the horse to trot a little faster.

Darkness fell but there was enough light from the moon to see the road
clearly, so Scully pressed on. Tired and almost in a trance as she trotted
slowly through the dark desert, the first light broke ahead. Scully stopped
the horse to see what it was. In a moment it was clear that it was the
headlights of a vehicle and it looked as if it was heading towards her.
Scully found that her heart was beating hard as she hoped that the car or
whatever it was would come down her road and not turn off, leaving her alone

Sure enough as she waited, the lights came closer until she could see that
it was some sort of 4 x 4 jeep heading towards her. Scully slipped down
from her horse and stood in the middle of the road, her arms out, waving the
jeep to a halt in front of her. Bathed in the bright, yellow lights of its
headlights Scully could see very little of the vehicle or its passengers.

But the jeep pulled to a halt in front of her and an Arab slipped out of the
driver's door leaving the engine running. Scully had the impression of a
brown leathery face, used to the sand and desert, and noticed the moonlight
glinting off a gold tooth as he spoke to her. In broken English he demanded:

"You American? You Scully?"

Scully was so relieved to hear her name that she felt tears welling in her

"Yes, oh yes. Thank God! I'm so glad to see you...."

"Come, plis."

The Arab gestured towards the jeep and led the way. Scully followed, her
horse behind her. Instead of taking her to the passenger door, the Arab
headed for the back of the jeep. By the time Scully had reached him the
doors were open and he was poking around inside the back. Scully thought
that he was making space for her to climb into the back and happily ducked
her head in through the back doors. As she did so a strong brown arm
wrapped itself around her and a pad of chemicals was pressed into her nose.

Exhausted from her adventure and taken by surprise, Scully barely struggled
before the chloroform hit and she collapsed limply into the back of the jeep.


Scully's next memory was of a courtyard filled with noise and light and
movement. As her groggy senses returned she found herself outside, both
hands tied behind her back, guarded by a dangerous looking armed man.
There was shouting and bustle but she couldn't really understand what was

Ahead of her were wooden gates into a large building and after a few minutes
the gates burst open in a blaze of torches as 4 men strode towards her. One
was obviously in charge and Scully could see that all the other men now
waited for his orders. He stood in front of her, holding his torch high over
her, an interested, amused grin on his face as he checked over his prize.

In fast Arabic he gave instructions. One man was sent to one side and set
light to whatever was inside a large steel drum, which began to blaze. The
armed man behind Scully must have been told to grip her firmly from behind
as another 2 men closed in on her taking their daggers from their waist
belts. Scully pulled but she was firmly held.

Laughing faces pushed close to her as the knives pressed towards her. The
leader watched, amused, hand on hip in front of her. For a moment Scully
thought that she was about to die and had a sudden rush of feeling for all
the things that she had meant to do and had never done. But the knives were
only for her clothing. From either side of her the men sliced and pulled,
stripping away Scully's jacket, her blouse and slacks until she was left
in her bra and pants. She flushed, feeling vulnerable and defenceless
surrounded by all these strange men who held her in their power.

Another order and the clothes that had been cut from her were picked up and
dumped into the flaming drum. A wave of panic rose through Scully as she
thought of her money, her IDs, credit cards - everything - lost so casually.
But she was distracted from the burning drum by the leader moving smoothly
towards her. With an air of ownership he reached forward to Scully and
sliced through her bra and then either side of her panties. As they fell to
the ground, Scully knew that she was helpless and exposed. His hand reached
out to squeeze her left breast experimentally. His thumb brushed across its
nipple and then released her.

More orders. Sharp foreign commands and the leader turned on his heel and
went back into the building. Three of the men picked up Scully - one at her
head and the other two at her feet - and carried her across the courtyard.
She could not see where they were taking her and so had no warning as she was
thrown into a tank of blue, grey chemical sludge. Spluttering and coughing
Scully broke surface and found that she was in no risk of drowning. It was
easy enough for her to stand and the sludge only came to her waist. But the
chemical smell was overpowering. Then she realised. She had been put into
the sheep dip. The Arabs had disinfected her!

Shivering in the night air and more than a little offended, Scully was
dragged up out of the tank and was led inside the main building. Corridors
led away to the left and then down stone stairs into an open room with high
ceilings. An enormous black Negro, bare to the waist, stood in front of her
and it seemed to Scully that she was passed over into his care. With a
great, black, hand at the back of her neck Scully was steered through an
ornate door into what she was soon to find was the harem.

Her nose could smell perfume and she caught the low giggles of other women,
even though she saw no-one. The Negro was silent as he led her to a small
cell, which clearly was to be hers. Pressing her into the stone wall, he
untied her hands and then, without releasing her, attached her left wrist to
a manacle chain that led to the corner of her bunk. The chain allowed her
to move around her cell but not to leave it. All there seemed to be was her
bunk, a hole in the ground for a toilet and a tap for water. There was no
door to the cell but, with the chain, there was no need for one.

Left on her own, Scully found that she was exhausted. The day had been too
much for her and she curled naked onto the bed, hardly aware of the hard
chain, as she drifted easily off to sleep.


When Scully woke her mind was full of unanswered questions. Where was she?
Had she left any clues behind for Mulder to track? She guessed that she had
been kidnapped and was now being held in a wealthy Arab's harem - but why?
And how had the driver of the jeep known her name? How could she make her

Very little happened that day until early evening. She remained chained in
her cell. Twice the large Negro came in with a tin bowl full of food - rice
and vegetables - which he left with her. She supposed that she was meant to
drink water from her tap. She hoped that the water was clean and safe around
here. Wherever that was.

Three times young girls appeared at the door of her cell, staring at her and
giggling before running lightly away. She tried speaking to them but none
of them seemed to understand her English. She saw that they were barefoot,
stripped to the waist and only wore a thin, short dancer's skirt. Their
wrists were always cuffed although the tiny chain that linked them seemed
almost light enough to break and certainly left them enough movement to feel

Late in the morning she had realised that it was time to relieve herself in
the hole in the floor. Strange as it seemed to do this publicly in front of
an open door, she accepted that this was something that she might have to
get used to. There did not seem to be any paper to wipe herself with, so
she backed into the tap and cleaned herself with the flow of water.

Thoroughly rested and almost bored, Scully was relieved when the Negro
eventually came to unlock her from the cell and led her out. She noticed
that he never spoke and wondered if he was a mute or had had his tongue cut
out. A little way down a corridor in the harem she went through a door into
a room centred on a round bath, sunk into the floor. The bath was full of
water, smelling of lavender and jasmine, and seemed deliciously warm.
Sighing with pleasure, Scully was only too willing to sink into the water
and let it slide over her.

Two of the other harem girls with the light, jingling chains on their wrists
came in and began to wash her down. At first it seemed strange and Scully
wanted to stop them, to tell them that she could manage fine without them,
thank you, but their hands persisted and she relaxed, letting it happen.

Warm water, soft hands, soap and soft clothes moved luxuriously over Scully's
body. Well, she thought, if this is what harem life is like, perhaps I could
get used to it! Even when hands ran over her nipples or pressed down between
her legs, Scully did not push them away. In fact she was sorry when they
moved briskly away and wished that they would linger some more.

Relaxed and feeling fine, all too soon the bath was over and she was being
encouraged to step out. Scully was led out of the bathroom to another room
on which there was a flat table covered in some sort of soft cloth. Another
two of the harem girls waited here for her. With smiles and hand movements
they showed her that she was welcome and invited her to lie down on the
table. Smiling and friendly, Scully pulled herself up onto the table and
lay back flat.

Again hands moved over her, but this time they seemed to be full of oil and
perfume. She was being rubbed and massaged and stroked in a wonderful
sensual blur. Her eyes closed, Scully rolled and moved with the pressure of
the hands, happy to be kneaded and squeezed as they worked the perfumed oils
into her skin.

Up and down each of her fingers, between her toes, behind her knees, across
her belly and in the small of her back the slippery, warm hands worked.
Scully could feel her blood tingling at the nerve ends of her skin all over
her body.

She was hardly jarred from this blissful relaxation when the Negro's large
hand came down on her shoulders, pressing her firmly down onto the table
and holding her still. Lower down the girls each took hold of an ankle and
pulled her legs down and apart, tying them to the table legs with some piece
of cloth. Lifting her head, Scully was aware that her private area now lay
open to view. But the movements of the girls was so friendly and slow that
she dropped her head again, trusting that all would be well.

Small scissors clipped at her red public hair, soap was applied and one or
other of the girls worked on her with a razor. Somewhere deep inside her
Scully registered that she was being shaved nude down there, but it didn't
seem to matter that much.

In a moment it was done and she was being patted dry between her legs with
a soft towel. Her ankles were left tied and spread wide across the table
though. It seemed as though the girls now concentrated entirely on the few
square inches hidden between Scully's legs. Working gently but firmly
fingers oiled their way round her vulva lips, squeezing and squashing.
Someone slid down to oil around and then into her anal opening. A moment
later two finger were either side of her clit, stroking it and squeezing
and encouraging it with oiled softness. Scully could feel herself flushing
with excitement and was sure that her lips were puffing as she lubricated

She kept her eyes shut, as she was frightened to spoil it by looking. Instead
of fingers it now seemed as if there were four mouths working all over her.
Soft lips traced patterns across her skin, pinched lightly at her breast,
licked lightly over her lips or gently pressed into her vagina -- but never
very far.

Scully began to moan and lift, trying to press into the tongues and mouths,
working with them but each time they seemed to lift and start again
elsewhere. Waves of sensual pleasure flowed through the redhead, each one
building but never reaching breaking point.

Over and over it went until she was in a daze of sensual feeling, on edge
and beginning to crave the release of breaking through into a climax which
was always taken away from her.

At an unseen signal from the Negro the four harem girls stepped back and
released her ankles from the table. Instead, 4 lengths of white, silken
cord was tied to her wrists and ankles and she was helped to lift herself
up from the table. Confused, Scully looked around at the excited faces of
the girls and let herself be guided by them.

Lightly on their bare feet the girls followed the Negro out of the harem
into the main part of the building, leading Scully by her four cords.
Through room after room the group went until the Negro made them paused as
he knocked loudly on the great door in front of him. When he heard the
permission to enter the Negro stepped aside and motioned the girls forward.

Scully barely had time to notice that she had entered a room filled with
about 6 seated men when the harem girls around her plunged face down onto
the floor, prostrating themselves before the men. Tugged by the cords,
Scully realised that she was expected to do the same and rather clumsily
lay down on the cold stone floor, face to one side.

She heard the sharp Arab male command that made the girls pick themselves
up and Scully allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She found herself
standing in front of the six men. The man who she remembered from the
courtyard the previous evening was there but to one side. At the centre of
the room, clearly the most powerful man in the room, was a sheikh who
looked to Scully to be in his mid forties. She noticed his eagle's nose
and the way that his eyes stared at her over thin lips, in a way that was
so hidden that she could not read his thoughts.

He seemed to pause for a moment, thinking and then nodded permission to the
harem girls waiting on him. Scully was turned and pulled lightly back to
the centre of the room.

Fixed in the floor was a stone, circular carving. Almost waist high to her
the top surface of the ornately-carved circular column had set into it a
tremendous, black, glistening phallus. Making Scully gasp at its
associations in her panicky mind, it must have risen 9 inches from the stone
column and was the width of her upper arm. Spiralling down and around the
phallus was a twisting ridge, a raised vein of black wood deliberately left
by its carver.

Almost before she had taken this in, Scully was lifted in a daze by the
harem girls who insisted that she lower herself down onto the black phallus.
Scully was uncertain whether to resist or not. Her blood was still hot from
her treatment in the harem and craved just this sort of pressure in her
vagina. A small, weaker part of her wanted to scream and run away to safety.

With girls' hands on her back and supporting her thighs, Scully found herself
sliding slickly down the pole as it began to push its way into her. Her own
juices, roused and ready, made it easy and impossible for her to resist. Her
weight was enough to bury her steadily, inch by inch, onto the pole.

When the girls could see that she was firmly embedded, more than half way
down the black pole, they released her but spread out across the room holding
on to the cords, still tied to Scully's wrists and ankles. The two girls
holding her wrists stood to the side of her so that her arms were pulled out
to the left and right as far as possible. The other two harem girls held her
legs 45 degrees apart and forwards, parallel with the ground. There was
nothing to stop Scully from sliding slowly down the phallus.

At a sharp clap of hands from the sheikh the girls began to run clockwise
around the carving, pulling Scully round with them as they ran. The room was
suddenly full of Arab ululating as the girls made that eerie, throaty call as
they speeded up. In a few turns Scully felt herself sink to the very bottom
of the phallus. Somehow gravity had forced all of it inside her and she
could feel the head squashing high up inside her pressing up against her

Scully began to feel faint and dizzy as the girls raced around, spinning her
as fast as they could. The men began to clap out a steady rhythm to
encourage them to keep up their pace.

She noticed that each time she spun there was a point where the raised vein
of wood, higher than the rest of the pole, pressed into the bloated end of
her clit in an electric way. Scully moaned as the heat and friction built
inside her. Without really planning it, she began to squeeze together and
lean her pelvis slightly forward in time to catch the moments when the vein
made contact, stroking her clit and riding the pole.

The red-haired agent lost track of where she was, naked and shaved, a
prisoner on view in some Arab palace. All she knew was the overwhelming heat
and sound and stamping and the blood moving through her. Scully wanted this
orgasm and nothing else mattered. Everything in her gripped and squeezed and
concentrated as she began to climb up towards her climax. She was not aware
that she began to gasp and moan out loud and that her chest flushed deep red
as the blood rose into her extended nipples. It was only at the moment that
she broke and screamed out in deep fulfilment that she realised that she was
now the only sound in the room. Everyone else had become silent to listen to

Gradually the harem girls came to a halt, their cords slack, releasing Scully
to rest her feet on the floor, still deeply embedded on the pole. The men
leaned back and began to laugh and talk quietly amongst themselves, lifting
their drinks.

There seemed to be some discussion and Scully guessed that they were talking
about her and her performance in front of them. As it was all in Arabic, of
course, she could not understand any of what was said and could only half
concentrate on the sound anyway, as her body began to return down to normal

Unknown to Scully, they were deciding what to do with her and the sheikh had
just decided to give her to his favourite daughter, Amel, as a pet. Scully
was to be converted into a bitch.


The next day Scully was visited in her cell by an Indian tailor who measured
her head in great detail. Her mouth was measured open and closed. By the
following day Scully was being fitted into her new dog's head. Something
like a Great Dane, the head was moulded to completely cover her down to her
upper lip. Eye holes were left so that she could see out easily enough, but
everything else disappeared.

There was a separate piece to match for her lower jaw. This seemed to be
glued directly onto her skin, under her chin and right round her bottom
lip. The lower piece was linked to the main part of the head by studs which
allowed her to open and close her mouth as usual. There was also a
detachable strip which fitted right across her mouth which kept down her
tongue and made it impossible for her to speak aloud. This was tested and
then removed for the moment.

Once the dog's head had been fitted over her, Scully's hands were each sewn
into pads to make them into proper paws - soft on top and with firm surfaces
underneath for her to walk on. Other pads were tied around her knees and
feet to complete the transformation.

Scully had been altered magically into something like an old Egyptian
goddess. Here animal head and pads were a lighter tan than the rest of her
naked body - but together she seemed a fabulous mythical creature.

Where the head piece ended at her neck she was fitted with a proper dog
collar in black leather, studded with spikes and fitted with a loop to take
her lead. This completed her costume and from that point on she was forced
to live like a dog, only walking on all fours.

She no longer lived in her cell in the harem but was moved outside to the
kennels. For two weeks she was left to learn her new role. Her kennel
consisted of a run of grass backed onto a small covered hut space. The wire
roof of the run (and the hut) were no more than 3 feet high, which meant that
Scully could lie down or move on all fours - but could no longer stand up and
walk as a human.

Within days she was used to shuffling around her run on her hands and knees.
It began to seem natural to have her breasts swinging down from her chest,
her rear in the air. She hardly noticed the mask.

Her hut was where she ate and where she went to the toilet. Each morning a
servant would ring a bell at the back door of the hut. Scully the dog
quickly learned that the correct response to the bell was for her to enter
the hut, present her rear end and let out whatever waste was ready to fall.
If she followed that pattern she was rewarded with a dog dish of food for
breakfast. The tin dish was placed on the floor of the kennel hut and Scully
learned to eat as quickly as possible, throwing chunks of the dog food to the
back of her throat. The servant picked her dish up and took it away when he
was ready to leave, whether she had finished or not. She hated the taste of
the dog food but she would starve if she didn't eat it. That was her only
meal in the day.

After two weeks of this training she was ready to be presented to Amel, the
sheikh's youngest child. The servant who came each morning to feed and clean
Scully one day clipped a lead onto her and led her out from the back of her
hut. Something in Scully knew that it would be a mistake to try to stand up
again and so she padded along behind him as best she could.

Amel's room was in the women's part of the great house, quite apart from the
central areas. Amel turned out to a dark-haired, coltish girl of ten years,
just getting used to her new height and small, budding breasts. Her eyes
were wide with happiness and she clapped in pleasure to see Scully led into
her room. The servant bowed, reached forward to unclip Scully's collar and
left them alone together.

Patting her thighs Amel called her dog to her and Scully found herself
placing her head into her young owner's lap. Pleased, Amel began to stroke
her head, ears and shoulders, rubbing her lightly as she prattled on in
Arabic, telling Scully her plans for their life together.

Provided that Scully remembered to keep to her role as a pet dog, her life
was much more comfortable than it had been in the kennels. Amel has put a
soft dog bed in the corner of her room, for Scully to sleep in. In the
dining area where Amel ate with some of the younger children, Scully had her
own dish. She was still given dog food and still only once a day. But now
she was encouraged by Amel to 'sit pretty' at table, begging for scraps.
They would go for walks together and Amel would make Scully chase a ball and
bring it back to her. But things changed after the party.

One afternoon five other small girls around Amel's age were invited for a
party meal. Amel of course included her new pet and Scully had been petted
and pulled at by most of the children. The girls had eaten as much as they
could and were beginning to break away from the tables to begin playing
games together. The tables were still covered in food and the smell began
to haunt Scully. After such a long time of dog food she yearned to stuff
cakes, tarts, biscuits, everything and anything into her mouth. Thinking
that she had not been seen she edged nearer one of the tables.

Her first snatched bite was successful and Scully managed to quickly swallow
down a mouthful of cake. But as she came back for a second bite, a small
hand reached out for the same piece. The girl pulled, Scully pulled and,
when the girl saw that Scully was winning, she screamed as loudly as she
could. Everything in the room stopped as all eyes turned on the girl, who
was called Saheel. She pointed accusingly down at Scully, denouncing her
in a shrill voice.

Unfortunately for Scully, the scream had also brought one of the sheikh's
men into the room. He had been left in charge of overseeing the party and
knew what the sheikh would say to him if one of the guests left unhappily.
Calling out for assistance from more men in the corridor he quietened the
young girls and announced to that them Scully had been bad and so must be

None of this was understood by Scully, of course, who knelt at the edge of
the room wondering what was happening. The first that she knew about her
punishment was when 2 men came into the room with rope and pulled her
forwards. Her front paws were tied in a knot together and the rope thrown
up over a beam, so that she was pulled up into the air until her feet were
only just touching the ground. A second rope was tied to one of her ankles
and was tied off sideways to the edge of the room, so that the dog was left
a strange figure, half human, half dog, hopping on one leg, the other leg
raised out to her side.

Amel's party guests were encouraged to form a circle round the helpless
Scully. Saheel was invited to begin the punishment and with relish she
stepped up to swing as hard a she could at Scully's inviting backside.
'Smack!' 'Smack!' Grunting with effort the girl laid into her soft flesh
with her flailing hand. Red areas gradually spread across her tender
buttocks as the palm connected again and again.

Until this moment Amel had instinctively seen Scully as her property, her
new toy. She would have protected her ownership rights if challenged by
one of her sisters or brothers. But now, watching her friend laying into
Scully with all her strength, a deep exciting began to build in her lower
regions. With a call to the other guests to 'get her' Amel moved into the

Suddenly Scully was being smacked hard by all 6 of the feverish girls. Now
they fell all over her body as the girls reached for free areas of the
tempting target. Swipes rained on her breasts, smacking them hard to one
side only to be hit back in the opposite direction again. Her belly, her
cunt, back, thighs, legs - nothing was spared in the bombardment.

Laughing and enjoying the girls' assault the man who had arranged Scully's
roping untied the knot that held her hands high in the air and lowered her
down. He tied her off again so that her body was now on the floor but with
her hands still high above her and the same leg still tied off and raised
sideways. The mob of party girls fell on her greedily.

There was little room left for swinging slaps, so the girls began to
experiment with pinching her. Left over food, squashy sweet puddings, were
slopped onto her and rubbed over her naked body. Scully writhed and twisted,
battered from all sides. Sometimes her raspberry nipples were squeezed
tightly between small fingers and thumbs and pulled out as far as they would
stretch. Other girls delighted in using their fingernails to dig in and
create sharp pains.

Unfortunately for Scully, Saheel had particularly long and sharp fingernails.
Saheel's sexual curiosity and experience was more advanced than Amel's and
she began to concentrate her attack on Scully's open genitals. With her leg
tied up and to one side, Scully's lower lips were half open to the invasion.

Saheel began pinching her way up Scully's outer lips, digging in as hard as
she could with her nails. She admired the pattern of deep red lines that her
nails made in Scully's flesh as she worked her way to the top. From one side
she moved to the other until Scully's lips were puffy and bruised from her

Dipping her fingers into a bowl Saheel smiled happily as she rubbed a large
piece of ice-cream up and down Scully's inviting clit. The cold shock of the
ice-cream jolted through Scully, making her hips buck off the floor. Excited
blood stormed into her clit, swelling it so that its proud head pushed out
free from its hood. Saheel was waiting and flicked it hard in greeting.

Dipping her left hand again in more ice-cream, Saheel set up a new vicious
pattern of attention on Scully's bloated clit. Four times she would
sensuously stroke and squeeze her way slowly down the length of her clit
barrel and then her nails would bite in for a biting pinch. Then the slow
strokes again.

Saheel's right hand reached out and scooped up more puddings from the table
above her and began stuffing Scully's cunt with the sloppy, squishy mess.
Scully could no longer find the boundary between pain and pleasure as she
writhed under this rhythmic attack. Her cries became loud enough to distract
the other girls who were tiring of their play.

As they gathered near Saheel, working on Scully's private parts, Saheel
looked up and smiled at her audience, inviting them to watch. For her next
trick, Saheel plunged her hand deep into Scully's cunt, sliding easily in on
the pudding sludge that now filled her vagina, mixed with Scully's own
frantic juices. Clenching her small fist deep inside Scully's cunt, slowly
and deliberately Saheel begun pumping her right arm in the helpless Scully,
while her left hand still worked at her clit.

It was too much for Scully to endure and very quickly her body bucked and
writhed in response to the invading fist. As the other girls quietened in
fascination, the room filled with Scully's gasps and moans as she pressed
towards her orgasm. The harder she called out the firmer Saheel pumped her
cunt and the tighter she squeezed around Scully's clit. In a great explosive
spasm Scully came, her cunt ejecting Saheel's hand and a squelchy mass of
liquid pudding juice, that dribbled down the outside of her lips. The party
had been a success.

Alone of the party guests, Saheel stayed on with Amel, sharing her room for
two further days. It was Saheel who showed Amel how she should liven up her

In the quiet heat of the desert afternoon, the two girls would lie along side
each other on Amel's bed. Saheel would strip off below the waist and then
call Scully to her. Scully was pulled into a position at the end of the bed,
kneeling on the floor, so that her chest and front paws lay on the bed.
Saheel would open her legs and pull her thighs out and back towards her head
with her hands, leaving her cunt open to the dog. Scully would begin to

Once initiated into this delicious pleasure Amel took to it like an addict.
Even after Saheel had returned to her own home, every afternoon Amel settled
back excitedly onto her bed, spread herself and Scully performed. A new
element was added to their play when Amel surprise her with a lash. Even
lying on her back, Amel was able to crack down with the lash onto Scully's
back and rear whenever she wanted her to lick harder or faster. Sometimes
just because she felt excited. Scully simply accepted it as part of her new

In that Arab culture there was an ancient belief that young girls coming
into womanhood should be wet-nursed with breast milk, to encourage their own
breasts to grow fully and to be ready for their own children. Elsewhere, in
the centre of the palace a decision was taken to make use of Scully for this
purpose. Which meant that Scully needed to be pregnant!


A doctor now began to visit Scully in Amel's room every few days. Amel would
hold her pet still at her head, while the doctor inserted his thermometer
into Scully's vagina. Her diet was changed too to increase her chances of a
healthy pregnancy. Scully hardly noticed.

When the right day was reached in her fertility cycle the sheikh ordered that
Scully should be brought to his dining room that evening so that her mating
could be the after-dinner entertainment.

In a waiting area, near the sheikh's rooms, Scully was thoroughly washed and
cleaned to make her ready. A manservant rubbed down and oiled her exposed
flesh, taking great care to leave liberal amounts of oil in her cunt. This
time the tongue strap was fitted across her lower jaw, making it impossible
for her to speak. Then they waited for the sheikh's signal that the meal had
ended and the entertainment could begin.

As Scully was led into the room on her leash, she found herself in a cleared,
empty space. Around half of the room were arranged couches and chairs where
the sheikh and his guests lounged, relaxing and ready to enjoy her
performance. A shocked jolt ran through Scully. One of the men watching was
Mulder! A confused mass of electric thoughts ran through her mind. What was
he doing here? Had she been traced? Would Mulder rescue her? Would be
recognise her? And a blush that he should see her naked, tits hanging down
and ass in the air as she shuffled across the open floor.

Confused and disorientated, Scully paid no attention as her collar was
attached to a chain that ran to a heavy stone block in the centre of the
room. The chain's length was set to allow her freedom to run anywhere within
the cleared arena. Behind her the manservant pulled a small jar of red
liquid from his trousers and a soft brush. Opening the jar and dipping his
brush, the servant bent to paint the liquid onto Scully's exposed outer lips
and then, pushing the brush, much more liquid deeply into her cunt. The
liquid tingled but Scully was still too shocked by the unexpected appearance
of Mulder to pay any attention.

Final bets were placed between the Sheikh and his guests and then at his
signal, two hunting dogs were released into the arena from opposite sides.
One dog was the pride of the sheikh's hunting pack, the other was the
champion of one of his guests. The bet they had taken was to see which of
the two dogs would fuck Scully first!

With a snarl the dogs initially raced at each other. But their senses were
hit by the irresistible perfume from the liquid in Scully's snatch. This had
been taken from bitches on heat and instantly overwhelmed and confused the
great dogs' chemistry. Breaking off from their attack they both moved to
sniff at Scully's rear, one eye on each other, watching for a challenge.

Scully's shock from seeing Mulder broke as she woke up to what was planned
for her. Amazingly, although there was nothing to stop her from standing,
she had now spent so many weeks on all fours as a dog, that her reaction was
to run away from them to the limits of her chain on her paws.

As soon as she ran the dogs chased her, used to hunting down helpless prey.
Scully twisted and turned, dodging from one side of the ring to the other
while her audience cheered and encouraged their favourite dog. As she
thrashed about the dogs' instinct was to close her down and capture her so
that there was little competition between them. One would pounce towards her
from one side, while the other would chase from the other side.

Sharp teeth closed round Scully's arm and she froze to a halt, terrified of
being bitten. The dog holding her arm in its jaw panted and held her still,
concentrating on bringing her under control. Immediately the other hound
took his chance and pressed its cold black snout deep into Scully's crotch.
Scully jolted but did not dare to move in case she was bitten. A long red
tongue reached into her and lapped into her soft insides, opening and
invading her deliciously.

Further down the hound's prick began to fill with blood, excited by the heady
smells of bitch on heat that soaked Scully's cunt. Red pink mottled meat
emerged and began to twitch as the dog rapidly moved up a gear. The dog
holding tight to Scully's arm felt the aromas and chemistry too. Unsure as
to whether to let go of her and drive away his rival, for the moment he
growled his warning and continued to hold on tight.

Scully felt stiff flesh stabbing hopefully at her inner thighs as the beast
hunched over her, pressing for entry. A wave of panic and refusal swept
through her and Scully dropped her hips to the floor to deny him entry, being
careful not to move her captured arm. The frustrated dog barked angrily and
stepped back from her.

This started a fight between the competing hounds and that allowed Scully
to pull herself up again and scuttle to the end of her chain. But there was
nowhere for her to hide. After a good deal of growling and biting play the
two dogs again were overcome by the delicious, urgent smell from Scully's
rear and loped over to chase her.

Three times this pattern was repeated. One or other of the dogs would begin
to mount her, Scully would drop her hips to the floor to refuse him and a
fight would begin again. It was clear that one of the dogs was beginning to

At a signal from the sheikh handlers stepped forward and held on to the
collars of the hunting dogs, holding them back. The servant who had prepared
Scully for the event, came forward and pulled a cloth bag over her head,
blinding her completely. A low bench was brought into the arena and place
just in front of the sheikh and his guests. Scully was dragged to it and
strapped down, belly to the bench top. Her legs were pulled forward and tied
so that her rear was left hanging out and exposed at a perfect height for
the dogs. Another brush load of the red liquid was pushed into her cunt,
making the dogs instinctively lick at their pricks.

At once the dogs were released and pounced towards her. Although they
snarled and paraded at each other it was clear that one of the dogs had given
way and made no real attempt to hinder the leader as he began to lick his
long tongue deep into Scully's vagina. Scully tried to wriggle but found
that she was now too well tied. There was nothing that she could do to
protect herself further. Blind and unable to move, she realised that she had
no choice but to open herself to what was inevitable.

As the perfume worked its powerful effect on the beast at her rear, again
swollen, mottled meat - like a salami sausage - reared out beneath her. With
a last growl over its shoulder at its defeated rival the triumphant hound
hunched in closer and stabbed at her opening. Three or four attempts later
his prick found her sopping hole and plunged in. Some of the audience
groaned, others cheered as the winners of their bet were confirmed.

Tongue lolling out from his drooling mouth, the beast began to drive his
prick into Scully in a fast rhythm. The other dog sat back licking at its
groin where its own prick could now be seen coming ready for action. The
bench and Scully tied firmly to it was shuddering with the strength of the
great dog's urgent stabs as he forced into her again and again. Scully's
inner walls were stretched wonderfully wide as they gripped around his
insistent meat. She panted and gasped in time to his dominant thrusts, no
longer conscious of anything but blood and cunt.

The bulge at the lower end of the hound's prick emerged from its sheath and
began to expand. It pressed deeper into Scully and she became aware of this
new, greater pressure forcing her to expand even further. Tied as she was
there was nothing she could do to close herself against the invasion, even
had she really wanted to. The bulge was pressed and hammered against the
muscles of her inner lips on every thrust and the flesh gradually gave way.
She opened and now the bulge was inside her, her cunt gaping wide.

Scully hardly noticed as she was overcome by the rising torrent of her own
passion as she raced towards her climax. The hound threw back its head as
deep inside her it began to squirt powerful jets of fluid against the mouth
of Scully's womb. The impact broke Scully's own tension and spasms of
passion raced through her womb and vagina. Frantically her muscles gripped
the meat inside her as if to swallow it into herself even deeper.

Panting, the hound began to pull out from her as the spurts and trickles
from the end of his prick wound down. But his bulge was still held tight
by Scully's instinctive needs and his prick would not slide out from her.
Growling he tried again and then stepped over her in classic style and there
they stayed, locked into each other, for the minutes that it took Scully to
calm down to the point where he vaginal muscles were able to release him.

When the dogs had been led away by their handlers, Scully was left on her
bench. The sheikh turned to Mulder and asked:

"Well, Mr Mulder, have you seen anything better in Washington?"

Mulder had to admit that it had been exciting. The bulge in his trousers
made that difficult for him to deny. He was still confused as to exactly
why Skinner had sent him here. He had been more than usually mysterious
on the subject and he still hadn't picked up any clues. But, yes, as he
was here anyway, he might as well enjoy himself and sample the local

The sheikh lent towards him, as if speaking to him confidentially.

"Mr Mulder. As a personal favour to me, would you do me the honour of
relieving yourself by fucking her?" The sheikh smiled but his hard eyes
hinted that it was a request that would be difficult to refuse.

Mulder gulped and thought quickly. This was not his normal style but the
Bureau would want him to keep such a powerful contact happy. And after all
he was feeling more than a little horny after the show.....

Making his way down to the cleared area, Mulder was very aware of the other
men present. It felt a little too much like having to pee in public for
him to be entirely easy with the idea. But no going back now. He unzipped,
pulled out his half-bloated prick and began to stroke it easily as he knelt
down behind Scully and between her legs. Gripping her above her hips he
thrust home.

He shuffled in a little closer and found that his hands could squeeze and
grip on her squashed breasts as he began to settle into his rhythm. The
breast-flesh felt great and his fingers instinctively pulled and stroked at
her mounds while he slid backwards and forwards into her. It didn't take
long - he was too excited and over-aware of the audience half watching him.
Mulder spurted and sighed as his sperm splattered against Scully's craving
cervix and began their way towards her womb. No thought crossed his mind
linking this creature beneath him with the vanished Scully. And as for
Scully, blind in her head bag, she did not even know that she had finally
achieve her great ambition of making it with Mulder!

Scully spent that night tied to an inclined board, head down and feet above
her, as the Arabs who owned her made sure that the sperm worked away as
deeply inside her as possible.

For days after the exhibition Scully was quiet and confused at her feelings.
Dismayed and embarrassed at the powerful exhibition she had made of herself.
Confused and despairing that Mulder's reappearance had not apparently led to
her rescue. And so she resumed her life with Amel as before. Gradually she
became sure that she was now pregnant.

For the final month of her pregnancy, Scully was moved out from Amel's room
and returned to her old kennel run. Her bloated breasts and huge stomach
hung down so painfully that she would often lack the energy to do anything
but lie on the grass as the days passed. The doctor was again visiting her,
watching her nearing term and making sure that she had what she needed in
her food.

When the day of her delivery eventually arrived and she went into labour,
Scully was moved to a different cage. Outside the cage, watching her
curiously and giving orders was a dark youth, Amel's oldest brother Ahmed.
Ahmed had returned from his schooling in California and clearly expected
the servants to obey his instructions.

Scully found that she was bound standing, legs out wide, right up against
the bars of her cage. With a shock she realised that she was expected to
give birth standing up. She just had time to notice a basket being pushed
under her when a hood was thrown over her head and once again she was blind.
In the darkness Scully rode the waves of the contractions, breathing to
lessen the pain. She barely noticed the hand that reached in to the cave
to experimentally squeeze her bulging breasts.

As delivery neared the doctor injected Scully with a strong sedative that
made her pass out. She did not see the healthy girl baby fall down into
the basket, nor her placenta. The baby was removed to somewhere in the
palace where it could be raised according to the sheikh's wishes. Scully
was taken back to her kennels.

When she resumed consciousness she was alone and confused. Her body ached
for her baby. Had it been alive or was there a problem? Scully desperately
needed to know. For a few days there were no clues and Scully was bleak and
despairing. Then one morning, when the bell went as usual, the servant
showed her a basket out of which tumbled four cute, tiny puppies. Her
laughed pointing at her, as if to say that they were hers and left them

Scully did not understand. Surely it was not possible? She blushed to
remember the entertainment that she had put on with the hounds just before
she became pregnant but ....... It couldn't be, could it?

At the same time her deprived mothering instincts reached out to the cute,
perfect creatures and she lay in the grass trying to greet and welcome each
one. Playing and exploring, pretty soon the puppies became hungry and
nature took its course. First one, then another puppy latched onto Scully's
supercharged nipples and began to suck. It seemed so natural and so good
that Scully reached out to encourage them, closing her eyes as she stroked
their soft fur. Sometimes sharp little teeth would bite into a nipple,
making Scully yelp and try to pull them away, but the puppies quickly
learned their new feeding routine.

The trouble was that there were four of them and only two breasts, so Scully
seemed to spend a large part of every day rolled on her side in the grass
as one or other of her children sucked greedily from her. The milk in her
breasts began to come through more strongly each day and she began looking
forward to satisfying the little creatures. As the nourishment flowed
through her breasts and their strong suction squeezed at her nipples, down
below trickles of pleasure seemed to build inside her, making her shift

Occasionally Amel came to watch her with the puppies but more often, Scully
noticed, it was Ahmed with his cruel young eyes who came to gloat over her.
She had an uneasy feeling about him.


Scully had begun to think of the puppies as Eenie, Meenie, Miny and Mo. She
began to notice the differences in their character and tried to be fair and
share her milk with them equally, holding back the greediest and patiently
encouraging the slowest. They grew larger day by day and Scully found that
it was an enormous pleasure and satisfaction that it was the milk from her
own body that was raising them.

One bitter day an order was given somewhere in the palace and her life with
the 4 puppies came to an end. Apparently her milk flow was now ready for
Amel and the puppies disappeared, never to be seen again by Scully. She was
taken from her kennel run back to Amel's old room. The old pattern of life
with Amel, as her pet, returned, except that now Amel was expected to drain
Scully's milk twice a day - first thing in the morning before getting up and
last thing at night. For this Scully was allowed to climb fully onto the
bed, stretched out, while Amel suckled at her swollen tits.

Scully registered the loss of her children as a deep wound but found that
she couldn't really focus on it. Perhaps they were putting something in her
dog food? For whatever reason her mind seem to close down rapidly to the
present. When Amel's lips were wrapped round one of her nipples, pulling
more strongly than the puppies ever had, those same warm, good feelings ran
through Scully's lower belly and down into her womb.

One morning, just after Amel had drained both Scully's tits, Ahmed burst into
her room with a friend - Saeed. The two youths were about the same age, as
far as Scully could tell. An urgent Arabic conversation between Ahmed and
Amel apparently led to an arrangement between them that Ahmed could borrow
Scully for the day to play with. From the tone of their voices Scully
guessed that Amel had not been entirely happy about this deal, but that it
was assumed that she had to give way to her older brother.

Scully was led through the palace on her lead and into Ahmed's rooms.
Laughing the two boys slammed his door, locking them in. Stripping off,
Ahmed threw himself back onto a huge, soft bed, patted the bed and called:

"OK, little doggy woman. Time to show me some French mouth work." It was
the first English that Scully had heard in months and it came as a shock.
Even as she obediently climbed forward onto the bed, between his open legs,
her mind began to run with possibilities. Could she win him over and use
him to send a message to the Bureau? But as she looked up into his face
and opened her mouth to speak, a strong hand at the back of her head forced
it down to meet his prick. Perhaps later?, she half-thought to herself as
her tongue and lips closed around his warm flesh.

Ahmed sighed and lay back, surrendering himself to the great pleasure of
being serviced by an American slave. All the insults and indignities he
had suffered and borne in California were being answered as Scully's hot
little mouth began to fill with his stiffening prick. Ahhhhh, good, he
murmured to himself.

Scully's ass hung over the end of the bed temptingly and Saeed did not
hesitate to help himself to the offer. Spitting saliva onto his fingers,
Saeed reached in to lubricate Scully's lips. More saliva and he stroked
his way up to her clit and then again down the inside of her outer lips.
Wrapped around Ahmed's prick, Scully simply wriggled her ass a little in
response. His trousers were pushed impatiently aside and another stiff,
young prick pushed its way firmly into Scully.

Excited, Scully set her hips to push back against his attack and rolled up
and down Ahmed's swollen member in the same rhythm. No longer feeling any
shame, Scully was truly becoming the animal she seemed. Her blood seemed
to heat so quickly now to respond to the slightest opportunity for pleasure
and satisfaction.

But this time there was to be no orgasm for Scully as both boys quickly
burst inside her, spraying the back of her mouth and her cunt with their
sperm. Pulling out they left her unsatisfied, wriggling slightly on the
bed as she tried hopelessly to bring herself off.

Dressing himself Ahmed smiled down at Scully.

"Now a little fun, I think. For me, I mean, not for you!"

"Can... Can I..." Scully started to speak, her voice strange and rough
through not having been used for so long. But immediately Ahmed frowned
and found a handkerchief or rag to stuff into her throat to silence her.

"That isn't what your mouth is for, you stupid bitch" he said crossly.
"Don't ever try that with me again."

She was pulled into the next room where she could see at once that
preparations had been made for her visit. A vertical board had been fixed
at one end of a table. On its top edge there were cut two half circles,
spaced so that when Scully was pulled hard up against the board, her
milk-filled breasts were the only part of her that spilled forwards over
the board.

Her hands and feet were tied out sideways to hasps attached to the board.
Securely in place, Scully could barely move. The two boys lifted up the
last piece of board, also with two small half circles on it, which fitted
down so that Scully was caught tightly into a version of the mediaeval
stocks. All of her was hidden behind the board except her breasts which
squashed tightly through and bulged outwards on their own.

Her head pressed to one side by the upper section of the board, Scully did
not see the youths select the whips to use on her for their exercise. In
fact they were made of 8 or 9 thin, fine thongs tied to a handle. Enough
to sting sharply but not enough to cut or bruise deeply.

Ahmed, who was fascinated by her overlarge breasts, chose the breast side
of the board. Saaed took her rear with its opportunities for back, buttocks,
thighs and cunt. The thongs began to whistle through the air and Scully
began to jerk. Even through her gag her moans and grunts of pain could be
heard. But they were ignored as the boys happily laid into her.

Ahmed for his part began with a sideways swiping cross-blow that tried to
knock one breast against the other. Forehands and then backhands rained
onto Scully's mounds, making them bounce temptingly. When he tired of that,
Ahmed began flicking the thongs to see if he could crack them right onto her
nipples, curious to see if he could sting them erect.

On the other side of the board, Saaed cracked his whip across Scully's open
buttocks and then wrapped the thongs around her inner thighs. She groaned
as the whip bit into her. But for the boys it was blissful to release all
their pent-up violence and anger onto the stupid American bitch.

Scarlet lines criss-crossed Scully by the time they became bored and called
a halt. It was time for something else. Ahmed's hands squeezed Scully's
full tits as the milk store gradually built up again inside them. They were
great. He wondered if they could be made even bigger.

A little time later and the boys had equipped themselves with two large
pitchers of sheep's milk and a pair of hefty syringes. Grinning at each
other they settled in on the breast side of the board and set to work on
improving Scully's breasts still further.

Syringes were dipped into the milk, filled and then needles were stuck into
Scully's tits so that each load of milk could be injected into her. The
breast tissue resisted a little, but if they pushed hard at the plungers
sure enough the milk flowed into her.

The needles hurt, each time they broke into her and Scully tried to twist to
protect herself but she was tied too firmly to her side of the board. She
felt the warm gush of fluid forced into her breasts and wondered what it was
that they were doing to her.

Syringe after syringe was emptied into her and the level in the pitchers was
noticeably lower before the boys could definitely agree that her breasts were
getting bigger. Forced to expand as the milk was injected into them,
Scully's tit flesh could only stretch and get larger.

They began to feel increasingly strained to Scully as they were forced to
grow but it just seemed to encourage the boys further. It was more of an
effort now to push down the plungers, to drive in another load of milk but
they kept on until it seemed impossible to get in any more. Small droplets
of milk already formed around Scully's nipples as milk was forced out but
the boys could not see if this was her own or part of the sheep milk

Delighted, the boys congratulated each other on the hefty weight of bloated
tit that they had created. It was time for a break and they cleared away
the equipment before settling in for a short game of darts. The targets
were obvious and they decided that the rules were one point for the main
area of breast, three points for the aureole and five for the nipple itself.
First to get to one hundred and the points only counted if the dart stayed
in right up to the moment where it was collected.

The boys drew a line and began. From her side of the board Scully jerked
as she was struck by the sudden sharp pain of each dart sinking into her
painfully stretched breast flesh. Long before either of the boys had
reached a hundred points, she had fainted away into unconsciousness.

The boys left her there while they went away to eat their midday meal and
only returned sometime later. They had been listening to stories of the
exhibition Scully had given on the night she had become pregnant and so,
when they returned, it was with their own favourite hunting dog as well as
a vegetable from the kitchens. They wanted to carry out an experiment on
their American victim.

Scully was awake and conscious again by the time that they released her
from the boards. Ahmed smacked her across the face to liven her up.

"Wake up dog woman. Time to meet the leader of the pack." Reaching forward
he removed the gag from Scully's mouth, warning her that if she tried to
speak he would arrange for her tongue to be cut out - even if he would
personally be sad to see it go.

Back in Ahmed's bedroom, his hunting hound was encouraged up onto the bed.
Stroking him gently Ahmed spoke quietly to him as he rolled the dog over onto
his back, feet in the air.

"Come here and get your mouth working, bitch," he ordered, "but carefully
now. Don't upset him!"

Ahmed firmly but gently held the hound's front legs above its muzzle and
Saeed reached through to hold onto its lower legs as Scully lowered her
mouth. What choice did she have, she asked herself. But another part of
her knew that she was a dog now and welcomed the contact.

Unable to hold the dog's prick sheath in her paws, she could only apply her
lips, sucking lightly up and down the end of his sheath. As soon as some
floppy pink flesh emerged her tongue took over, flicking back and forwards
over the soft, squashy dog-flesh. As she worked, blood flowed through the
hound and the pole began to expand. In a few minutes her lips were barely
able to reach around the swollen, mottled flesh, shining wet with her

Satisfied that his dog was ready, Ahmed stopped her.

"Time for you to sit down to your work, I think, bitch. But first I've
something for you." Turning Scully's backside towards him, Ahmed reached
for the large purple egg-plant he had brought with him from the kitchens.

"Just making a reservation for later," he laughed as the vegetable was slid
firmly into Scully's cunt. "Lucky that you still have somewhere left for
your doggie friend, isn't it?" he joked.

In a daze, Scully climbed over the hound's spread body and lowered her hips
towards his monstrous prick. Slippery from her mouth it slipped easily
towards her rear hole. For a moment it seemed impossible that the prick
would find a way into her, but pressing down with her full weight, Scully
drove it home. The dog twitched but, held on its back, could do little to
fuck up into Scully's tight rear. Instead it was Scully who had to begin
the lifting, falling movement from her hips that worked her flesh tightly
up and down his pole.

The egg-plant pressed through from her vagina, so that her skin tubes stroked
the eager dog-flesh in a perfect, flexible way. The dog moaned but lay still
as Scully went to work. A huge smile spread over Ahmed's face as her expanded
tits began to bounce and fly. Gravity was a wonderful thing!

Her vagina felt deliciously stuffed full but nothing scratched the itch at
her clit. Hump as she might, up and down, Scully squirmed unsuccessfully
trying to get an edge to begin the drive towards her own release but nothing
worked. Frustrated she worked furiously until suddenly, deep inside her, she
felt the hot splash and squirts of dog cum bursting free. Scully groaned.

"Good, bitch. Now I think it's time to open up the way for some more
visitors, don't you?" mocked Ahmed as he reached towards the egg-plant.


For two days Scully resumed her old, peaceful life as Amel's pet, wondering
all the time if she had escaped from Ahmed's clutches. She did not have
long to wait. This time it was in the evening, as Scully was beginning to
look forward to Amel suckling at her full breasts, when the dark boy burst
into the room, followed by one of his young servants.

Again arrangements for her were made in a flow of Arabic that Scully could
not understand. She could see that Amel was not entirely easy with Ahmed's
orders but, as before, was bound to obey her oldest brother in all things.
Amel looked down and Ahmed strode confidently out. Scully was led away
after him by the servant, in the direction of his part of the palace, her
full breasts swinging beneath her.

When Scully reached the room in which the boys had played their game of
darts with her tits, Scully was relieved to see that there was no longer
any sign of the board that had been set up for her. This time though there
was a new bit of furniture in the room for her. In one corner Ahmed had
order his servants to build a cattle stall to hold Scully. Ahmed had decided
to take over control of Scully's milking!

Her stall was simple but solid. The back of the stall was a strong
horizontal beam set at the height of Ahmed's waist. Scully allowed herself
to be pulled up from her normal all-fours and bent across the beam. In
front of her, as she stretched forwards, was a vertical plank across the
frame of the stall, with half-circle cutouts for her neck and wrist paws.
Not resisting, Scully's head and hands were put into place and the top half
of the plank was closed down and locked.

By the time that her ankles had also been clipped onto the stall, Scully was
bent over from the waist, her top half held firmly in place parallel to the
ground, her ass in the air. She was aware that, in this position, all three
of her holes were exposed and vulnerable. But as it happened Ahmed was
concentrating on her tits for the moment at least.

Scully could tell that Ahmed was giving the servant instructions as he
pointed out to him all the locks and catches that held her into the stall.
She guessed that the servant was being given the responsibility of locking
her in and taking her out.

The stall had been arranged so that Scully faced into the corner of the room,
her rear exposed to the centre. From where her head was trapped, Scully
could see Ahmed walk away from the frame and then return holding some wires
and a metallic gadget. She was quickly to find out that this was a
commercial electric milking machine.

The machine ended in four clear plastic sleeves, each about the length and
size of a long index finger. From the sleeves, hoses led away to feed into
a single large hose that delivered the milk into a container. The powerful
motor had two tasks - to help the milk to flow down the hoses and to provide
intense suction through the sleeves.

There were also two dials on the motor housing. One dial altered the sucking
rhythm. This could either be set for constant sucking or for alternating -
when suction was applied alternatively to a pair of sleeves, normally for 3
seconds each side, before switching to the other pair and back again. The
second dial controlled the power applied to the suction.

Ahmed continued to set the machine up, demonstrating to the servant what he
required. A white china pitcher was placed on the floor to one side of her
and the outlet hose fed into it to receive her milk flow. The machine was
plugged in and switched on so that the room filled with a quiet electric

Scully felt Ahmed's hand as it reached out for her nearest breast and then
the cold imprint of its sleeve as he experimentally tried it for size over
her juicy nipple. He released the breast to swing down again as she heard
further Arabic commands being given to the servant. Behind her the door
opened and shut. A few moments later, she heard the servant return.

Again her tit was grasped firmly by the youth and then Scully gasped at the
cold shock as the ice cube brought from the kitchen by the servant was rubbed
hard across her nipple. Almost at once the nipple hardened and pushed out
from the mound, automatically reacting to the freezing ice. Other hands
pulled at her further tit and more ice was applied until both her nipples
were being rubbed hard by the slippery, freezing cubes.

Ahmed laughed and spoke again to the servant. Taking her nipple between his
thumb and forefinger he pulled hard and then flicked it hard. Scully felt
hot blood pound into the tender flesh. As the servant did as instructed and
also pulled hard on her second nipple, Ahmed turned on the power dial to half
strength and applied the first sleeve around the nipple he was rolling.

Through the clear plastic of the sleeve he could see the raspberry coloured
mound being sucked about an inch down into the sleeve, along with the first
edges of her aureole flesh. One or two drops of milk showed at the end of
the elongated nip but, as the machine was set to constant suction for the
moment, Scully's milk flow had not yet been started properly.

The second sleeve was passed through to the servant, attached in the same
way, and Scully was fully connected. Pleased with himself, Ahmed began to
check on his dials. Gradually he turned up the motor's strength, seeing
how far down the clear sleeve he could make the nipples go, under the
irresistible pull of its suction.

To begin with, he found, part of Scully's aureole would be drawn down into
the plastic sleeves as the intensity built up. But there came a point when
no further breast meat would squash into the end of the tube and the only
thing that could expand further was the flesh already gripped inside - which
was mainly her nipples. By easing the controls Ahmed found that he could
reach an optimum position were the maximum amount of Scully's tit had been
swallowed in and the nipples stretched out over an inch in the pressure
vacuum. He was satisfied and switched the other dial to move over into
alternative sucking.

At once the tubes began to colour with Scully's flow as milk was pumped
from her and passed down into the pitcher. Through the clear plastic, Ahmed
could see each nipple taking up its new pumping rhythm - pulled tightly
forward and then relaxing slightly before being squeezed forward again -
jetting squirts of white milk down its hosing.

For Scully the sensations as first one nipple and then the other were pulled
so amazingly were intense. Even with the eager puppies and with Amel's
teenage mouth, she had never felt feelings like this before. She found that
she was panting and deliberately set out to relax her breathing, to help the
milk drain out of her.

With the machine up and running, surprisingly, Ahmed and the servant left
her in peace. One smack of her exposed rear and she half-heard the door
close as she was left with the mechanical pumping and its insatiable demands
on her breasts. Although it was rapidly becoming a glowing erotic experience
for her, Scully also registered her satisfaction in the liquid sound of the
pitcher filling up. She was still proud of delivering her milk. She idly
wondered if this meant that she would make a good mother and that reminded
her of Mulder...

A half hour later Ahmed returned with the servant to inspect her progress.
A quick glance at the nearest plastic sleeve showed him that Scully had now
been milked dry, so that the suction was simply pulling and stretching at
her elongated nipple flesh.

In setting up Scully's milking stall, Ahmed had decided to introduce some
changes. First, the amount of milk produced by Scully each day was to be
doubled. With the servant watching, Ahmed inspected the level of milk in
this evening's pitcher. With his finger, Ahmed showed the servant his
target - twice as high up the pitcher. The servant bobbed his head to show
that he understood and would of course obey. Only too well he knew the
consequences in this family if he failed.

The second target that Ahmed had set himself was to make Scully's tits
larger and her nipples, in particular, thicker and longer. He had reasoned
to himself that her supply of milk would always match the demand. If she
was only being drained by Amel twice a day then her breasts would settle
into producing just enough milk for Amel and no more.

His servant was instructed to take a bucket of water to Scully every hour
during the day and make sure that she drank eight glasses down. If she
resisted he was given permission to beat her and to do whatever was needed
to make sure that she took in the extra liquid. Every two hours, six times
a day, she was to be brought here to the milking stall, strapped down and
put onto the electric pumps for half an hour. This was to continue each day
until the servant was able to show his master that her milk output had now
reached the target level on the pitcher.

Ahmed guessed that this increased breast activity would inevitably lead to
extra size and firmness in Scully's tits - but he would see. Sure that the
servant had understood his instructions, Ahmed reached down and switched
off the milking machine for the moment. Scully sighed as the pressure
eased from her abused nips, which began to try to return to their normal

Removing the plastic sleeves for this time, Ahmed was pleased to see that
her nipples still seemed to stand out perhaps three quarters of an inch
from her mounds after their long stretching. Rolling the stalk in his hard
fingers, Ahmed gave further instructions to the servant, none of which
Scully, of course, could yet understand. When released from the frame
during the day, between milking sessions, each nipple was to be fitted with
a sharp alligator clip and heavy weight to keep the nipples stretch out
under full tension. And in the evening, after the last milking of the day,
the machine was to be switched to constant and left attached, so that Scully
would spent the entire night feeling her drained nipples being sucked from

Arrangements made, Scully was freed and led back to Amel's bedroom by the
servant, who also delivered a glass of Scully's milk to Amel to drink.

In the morning, Scully climbed onto Amel's bed as usual, expecting to be
suckled by the young girl, who instead surprised her by pushing her away.
Confused, Scully returned to the floor. A little later Ahmed's servant
knocked at Amel's door and Scully's new daily routine began.


After two weeks it was clear that Ahmed's plan was taking its effect.
Scully's days now seemed to be taken up with milk production. She quickly
had accepted the servant's demands to force her to drink her eight glasses
of water every hour. When she moved now she tinkled from the tiny bells
that hung at the end of the weights clipped tight onto her nips. The days
were a haze of her milking stall, the relentless sucking of the pumps and
short breaks with Amel before the servant again knocked on her door or
came to find her.

Every area of Scully's breasts gradually became fantastically sensitive.
The main area of her breast flesh now seemed to be a constant flow of busy
activity as milk was either made or sucked out down the hoses. To her they
seemed to almost glow from the healthy rush of blood that worked through
them. But the nipples were becoming extraordinary. Scully began to wonder
how she would ever wear clothing again because she couldn't imagine the
super-sensitive nips brushing against cloth. And what would people think
when they saw their amazing new length pushing out through her blouse?

And as her breasts and nipples became hyper-active, Scully found herself
unable to resist the new possibilities of getting herself off on the waves
of intense stimulation flowing through her during her milking. Knowing
what was coming every time she was strapped down into her frame, Scully's
mind was already most of the way there now and her cunt would be
embarrassingly liquid. Her legs were always fixed so wide apart that there
was no way she could get anything to press onto her clit, but she was
learning to concentrate the electric flows from her nipples down her centre
to her cunt. So, usually alone in the room, strapped to her frame, Scully
would lose herself in the orgasmic waves that washed through her.

One evening Ahmed invited Saeed and two friends round to play cards in the
room next to Scully's stall. Ahmed, of course, was quick to show off the
new arrangements for his toy to his friends. Excited, the 3 Arab boys
crowded round the helpless Scully and made free with her tender body.
Pulling up slightly on one of the attached sleeves, Ahmed could show them
the painfully stretched nipple and the tiring squirts of milk as Scully
began to empty. Laughing he showed them how even if the dial was turned
right up to maximum very little more of her breast could be sucked into the
sleeve. Just her nip tried frantically to expand even further under the
extra pressure. This time, at least, Ahmed re-turned the dial to Scully's
usual setting.

It was Saeed who discovered how wet Scully was, when he probed into her
exposed vagina with two of his fingers. Her open hole was slack and greedy
and he found it was easy to add a third and then a fourth finger. This
merely confirmed what they all believed, that all American women were sluts.
Scornfully, Saeed withdrew his fingers and wiped the juices onto one of
Scully's hanging tits.

Stirred by the smell of Scully's cunt juices the boys found it difficult to
settle down to their promised game of cards. There was a tension in the air
from the presence of the helpless, available woman just outside their door,
which distracted them. This was resolved when one of them suggested that
they play a game of Postman's Fuck.

The rules were simple. A dice was thrown at the beginning of each round of
the card game they were playing. A one or two was for Scully's cunt; three
or four was her mouth and a five or six meant her anus. Knowing what was
at stake, the boys would then play the round of cards and the winner would
win five minutes with whichever hole had been picked by the dice. The
milking machine was turned off and its sleeves removed from Scully's nipples,
to allow full access to her breasts. For once, her weights were not
immediately clamped on to her tender nips.

A round of cards lasted perhaps ten minutes, so Scully soon found herself
visited by one boy after another and all 3 of her holes steadily filled
with young, healthy sperm. Already floating warmly in her secret pleasures
from the milking session, Scully found herself welcoming in their pricks.
But she noticed that she was especially glad when a boy reached down to
mash her tits or pull at her nips while he pumped into her. It was as if
her inner sensitivities had been re-routed so that everything now went
through her breasts.

If a boy won rounds too quickly he would have to make use of Scully in any
other way that appealed to him. Sometimes they chose to use their fingers
or fists. At other times they would enjoy finding a variety of objects from
Ahmed's rooms to force into their victim. Pretty well anything that would
go into Scully went into Scully, with mixed pleasure and pain for her and a
great deal of happy fun for the boys.

As the evening settled down for the friends, the conversation turned to
clits. One of the youths, Salim, said that in his family the tradition was
still for female circumcision. He boasted that when girls were ten years
old one of his great-aunts would operate on them, to slice off their clits.
The way he told the story, it seemed that the great-aunt would pounce
unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, breaking quietly into the girl's
bedroom. Two other old women servants would hold the sleepy girl down and
the attack would be completed before they were fully awake. Salim said that
in his family this approach was seen by the women to be better for the girls
than for them to count down towards some fixed, awful day.

Naturally the interest created by Salim's stories led the boys to investigate
Scully's largely unseen clit, to hand, as it were, in the next room. Seeing
the 4 boys approach her frame, for a moment Scully thought that they had
decided to ring the changes and to penetrate her from all directions together
at the same time. A little question ran across her dazed mind, wondering
where the fourth boy was going to fit himself in, when she realised that
something different was planned for her.

Scully was released from the frame. First her legs were taken from their
ankle clamps and then the board holding her head and wrists in place was
lifted clear. Hands tugged at her to pull her back away from the frame.
But it was only for a second as the boys immediately turned her round and
pushed her backwards towards the beam that normally supported her waist.

Once Scully's ankles had again been clamped into place, but this time facing
outwards, with her ass squashed against the beam, the boys pushed her trunk
back until her head was again resting in its neck hole. Her wrists were
quickly placed and the board returned. Scully was firmly held again, spread
over the fram, facing upwards. Her expanded, swollen breasts spread out
across her chest, pipe stalks pointing upwards and outwards in a cute sort
of way.

In her new position, legs held widely open and hipbone pushed up high by the
beam, Scully's cunt was ideally placed for the boys' entertainment. As the
leader among the four friends and the owner of the toy, it was accepted that
Ahmed had priority.

Ahmed positioned himself centrally between Scully's captive legs with the
other boys crowding on either side of him. Experimentally he pushed 2 of
his fingers into Scully's slightly open vagina and, sure enough, found that
they slid easily on the mixture of her juices and their sperm. Idly, Ahmed
slid the tips of his lubricated fingers up the centre of Scully's outer
lips, making her stir and murmur.

At Ahmed's suggestion Saeed and Salim each took charge of one side of
Scully's outer lips. From the side, eager brown young fingers reached in,
dipped into her gluey hole and began to massage and moisten the outer labia
on their own side. Dipping back in again and again for more oiling, as
needed, the boys sharply massaged and stretched Scully's fleshy outer gates
until Ahmed could see that blood was flowing strongly into Scully's cunt,
making the outer lips puffy. Flesh was squeezed and stretched between
thumb and fingers until Ahmed was ready.

Instructing Saeed and Salim to pull her wings apart, Ahmed opened up all of
Scully's delicate pink inner area. Leisurely, enjoying his power, Ahmed
soaked two fingers of his right hand in Scully's open hole and began to
slide lightly over her tingling, intimate flesh. Again and again his fingers
were oiled as they slithered and stroked her tender nerve endings creating
delicious ripples of excitement in the helpless victim. Almost without
thinking the fourth youth reached out and began to pay attention to the
nearer of her nipples, which somehow called out for squeezing and moulding.

Sensing a response from Scully, Ahmed's pressure increased and now his
fingers swept regularly from the warm inside of her cunt, up almost to the
top of her inner pinkness. Scully found herself gasping, willing his hand
to go higher and carry on just a little further to her waking clit. But
Ahmed took his time, making her wait.

Four heads of black curly hair bent together to watch when Ahmed finally
decided he was ready to start on her half-hidden tube. His oiled fingers
now slid slowly up and down the full length of Scully's clit, caressing and
squeezing it gently but firmly. After every few strokes his fingers would
slip down to her vagina and freshen up with a slippery dip inside her before
quickly returning to their work.

As blood flooded into her most tender centre Scully tried her best to squirm
and found that she was panting high in her chest. Her clit thickened and
began to stretch and swell until it reached its full length. Ahmed's oily
fingers rolled the small head and encouraged it to free itself from its skin
hood. Stepping back her invited each of his friends in turn to have a go at
playing with Scully's treasure. For Scully this meant sudden pinches and
tweaks, pulling and squashing between fingers, mixed with soft strokes and
sliding caresses. Warm feelings gathered near her womb and Scully began to
concentrate on driving herself towards a climax. But the atmosphere altered
when Salim commented to the others in slight surprise that it was, well,
rather small... Laughing, Ahmed flicked the bud sharply and stepped back.
Perhaps they could try to do something about that!

Surprised, Scully found her body suddenly abandoned and twitching in
frustration as Ahmed led the friends out of the room. He was taking them
to find the doctor.

Ten minutes later the doctor scurried into the room, holding his black bag,
followed by the four boys. As the doctor peered down into Scully's open
cunt, Ahmed reached down and tugged critically at her clit pipe, pulling it
hard and showing him that, even fully stretched, it was not good enough.
Something better needed to be arranged. What could the doctor arrange for

The doctor tapped his lower lip with a finger, thinking of the challenge to
his professional skills before setting down his medical bag to select from
its contents.

Knowing that his prestige and his position in the sheikh's family was on
the line, the doctor presented a white tube of ointment to Ahmed and the
boys a professional flourish. First, something to increase sensitivity, I
think, he explained. Squeezing a liberal amount of thick white cream onto
a finger, the doctor moved forward to begin to rub the ointment into and all
around Scully's still half-erect clit.

At first contact to Scully the ointment felt smooth and cool. A few moments
later, however, and it soaked down into the blood flow under her tender skin
and everything about her clit began to blaze. Whether it was made from bee
stings, essence of poison ivy or from red hot chillies the affect of the
ointment was to cause sudden devastating fiery heat to flood through her
clit. Scully's stomach muscles tried their best to clench and spasm in shock.
As the doctor stroked a second helping of the ointment into the sides and
length of her clit pipe, the boys could see a deeper red colour seep around
her morsel as her clit bloated and began to swell.

Satisfied that he had begun well and had the boys approval, the doctor closed
the first tube and returned it to his bag. Now, perhaps something to keep
things moving, he murmured as he removed a small dish and a glass bottle.
The bottle in fact was full of pure cocaine and the doctor tipped a generous
helping of the white powder out across the dish. A small amount of clear oil
was added and the two were mixed together by the Arab into a white paste.

Holding out the dish, the doctor had the good sense to offer the boys the
chance to rub the paste into Scully's burning clit. In turn, the four boys
rolled their fingers in the cocaine paste and the slid it firmly up and down
her erect pipe. The first ointment had opened all the pores in Scully's clit
skin leaving clear passages for the cocaine to flood into her tender insides.
As the cocaine took effect, Scully moaned crazily, losing all sense of
herself as the drug raced into her system.

With more of the paste on his fingers, Ahmed rolled the delicious head of
Scully's now fully-erect clit. Peeling back her hood, exposing her button
as far as possible, Ahmed asked the doctor if her would recommend slicing
back some of the skin to leave Scully's delicate flesh permanently exposed.
Scully did not understand how near she came to suffering this operation, as
they of course discussed her clit in Arabic. But fortunately for the
red-head the doctor did not feel that there was any need.

Setting down the dish and encouraging the boys in turn to keep massaging the
remaining traces of paste into her engorged clit, the doctor reached again
into his black bag. If you give her a pinch, he explained, you will see the
maximum size she could normally reach. And so the boys tested and checked,
squeezing hard at her tube and pulling it out as far as it would go. Better,
of course, but still perhaps there could be room for improvement.

The doctor's final contribution was a chemical kit in its own small plastic
case. He opened it to show the boys a syringe full of clear liquid and a
phial of powder. He explained to them that the kit was designed to create a
fierce, unstoppable erection in men, when injected into the side of their
penis. Whether they came or not, their pricks would stay high and wide at
full stretch for more than two hours, if he used the full amount of powder.
So, he suggested, why don't we try this on the American?

Scully's engorged pink bud seemed to pulse with throbbing pressure as the
cocaine surged through it. Pushing the needle of the syringe into the top
of the phial, the doctor squeezed down on the syringe and mixed powder with
fluid. A quick shake, the needle was re-inserted and the liquid chemical
flowed back up into the syringe.

Bending over Scully, the doctor placed the point of the needle into the
centre of Scully's clit pipe and pushed home. With the point of the needle
near the centre of her tube, he squeezed down on the syringe until chemical
forced its way into her already pressured flesh. He split the liquid roughly
into three portions, injecting a third into the centre of her clit, as near
to the bottom of the tube as possible and finally right up into its button

Withdrawing the empty needle, the doctor was satisfied with his work. It
will take a few moments to take effect, he warned Ahmed. A little stroking
and squeezing will help to distribute the chemical into the tissue, he
suggested. And with that the doctor knew that he had done all that he could,
so bowing politely to Ahmed he collected up his bag and equipment and left
the boys to their experiments.

The young boys watched with interest for a few moments before they saw the
first signs that the chemical was taking its effect. Although Scully's clit
had seemed fully spread and bloated already from the cocaine stimulation, it
now stretched further - in length and in width. Delighted, Salim again his
dipped his fingers into Scully's burning hole and began to oil and pull at
the over-charged morsel.

Something in the way his fingers settled round her tube, stretching and
pulling it as it expanded unbelievably, reminded Ahmed of the milking
machine. Realising that there were now new possibilities open to them, Ahmed
turned to find the machine on one side of the room and switched it on. As
the electrical hum of the commercial motor again filled the room, Ahmed set
one dial at constant and the other at something over mid strength.

With slurps of flesh rushing into plastic, two of the sleeves were again
sucked onto Scully's trained nipples. Watching the raspberry nips disappear
once again up their familiar tubes, Ahmed played with the dial to gain the
maximum pull on her tits as usual. But that left two empty sleeves, of

Holding one of the empty plastic sleeves like a magic wand extending from his
right hand, Ahmed began to circle towards the end of Scully's fantastic clit.
The suction from the machine, set to continuous sucking, was so intense that
he found that he could make the clit twitch slightly as the end of the tube
waved over it, an inch or two above Scully's flesh.

Pressing the eager wand a little closer, tiny bit by tiny bit, Ahmed was
delighted to reach the point where the end of her clit was helplessly locked
into the stream of air pouring into the sleeve. With the angry buzzing sound
of a powerful vacuum cleaner struggling to suck in a piece of carpet blocking
its inlet, the milking machine pulled at Scully's button, which stretched to
meet it.

Playing the sleeve end back and forwards over the end of Scully's clit flesh
was delicious fun but after a moment Ahmed stabbed firmly down and her clit
was swallowed. Scully screamed at the intense wrench to her nerve endings
as her clit now too surrendered to the overwhelming power of the milking
machine. The boys could see half the plastic sleeve now full of clit and
surrounding flesh as it vacuumed Scully in.

Satisfied, Ahmed switched controls so that the machine went over to alternate
sucking. On one beat both nipples were squeezed and stretched, so that milk
again began to flow into the hoses, heading for the collection pitcher. On
the next beat the nipple pressure eased slightly and they slipped back down
their sleeves, but her clit was hit with the full force of the demanding
suction. As the rhythm, alternating between nipples and clit, began to
establish itself Scully knew that she was heading for the most incredible
orgasm of her life.

As Scully's incredulous groans filled the room, building in intensity, Ahmed
slid his fingers easily into her empty cunt and began to pump and stroke her
in time with her gasps. What could be better than having total power over
this despised American woman. Reaching down with his other hand he pushed
aside his flowing Arab trousers. Removing his slippery fist, he leaned into
her and filled Scully's cunt with his prick.

Already he could feel the ripples and movements in her cunt walls as every
part of Scully's over-stretched body desperately sought relief. Content to
leave himself erect in the boiling turmoil that was Scully's vagina, Ahmed
savoured his creation. Sure enough, as Scully climbed towards release her
cunt walls spasmed and clutched at his swollen prick, massaging and exciting
it wonderfully. So that as she finally exploded, calling out, careless of
who heard her, Ahmed felt himself match her, spraying hot sperm towards the
back of her crazy tunnel. Idly Ahmed wondered if it was true that women can
not get pregnant while they are still breast feeding.

Later, as his friends left, Ahmed instructed the servant to return Scully
to her normal position in the frame, ready to spend the night at the mercy
of the machine on continual sucking. But from now on, he instructed the
servant, she was also to have the clit sleeve fitted for the nights.


The time for Ahmed to return to California to continue his schooling was
approaching. At times this worked in Scully's favour, as the dark youth was
so busy cramming in visits and projects that she was neglected. She began
to cherish those quieter days with their blend of time with Amel and time
on her milking frame. Three weeks of his vacation were left to Ahmed and he
had two plans for Scully left to fulfil.

The first was to make some videos of the family pet to take back with him
to school. Ahmed imagined himself showing the video to his friends in the
States, knowing how impressed they would be. Perhaps he would put some of
the films out onto the Internet? He would think about that.

This plan was easy enough for Ahmed to put into action. Saeed had a camera,
lights and equipment, so every few days he would come over and they would
film. They found that it was really enjoyable, working out short scenes
with Scully and then filming them for their future enjoyment. And Scully
was now a thoroughly co-operative star. Dazed and confused by the chaos of
her emotions, Scully was quick to take instructions. She bent, she opened,
she sucked as she was told and it all went down on film.

His other remaining ambition for Scully would take a little more time.
Ahmed followed his father in his passion for hunting. Nothing was better,
he would boast to his friends, than the excitement of riding out into the
desert in pursuit of some prey. Nothing made him feel as alive and strong.

Saeed shared this passion and an idea sparked from a conversation they had
one afternoon in the saddle towards the end of a hunt. Wouldn't it be cool
if the prey was sometimes a terrified running woman? Yea, and maybe the
pack could pull her down and rape her? Right!

This was the germ of their plan to train a hunting pack. Ahmed always
hunted with his four favourite mastiffs - great, fierce dogs - but how to
train them properly for the new sort of chase? he wondered to himself. The
leader of his pack had, of course, already sampled the pleasures of Scully's
rear. So how could he make use of Scully to train them?

Ahmed calculated that the key was to link the dogs' actions to specific
sounds and smells... At least it was a theory that would be worth pursuing,
to see if it worked. The first step was to give instructions for a new
milking stall to be built for Scully, this time much lower to the ground.
Scully's ass was now to be held out by the new beam at the correct height
for a rampant hound.

Her new frame was set up near the kennels where Ahmed kept his four hounds.
The milking arrangements did not change, so the same servant led Scully down
to the new frame on her 6 regular daily visits, strapped her on, set the
milking machine going and attached her sleeves. But the training programme
for Ahmed's four hounds was then grafted on.

The servant was instructed that as soon as Scully had been set up for a
milking session and milk was running down her hoses, he was to fetch one of
the hounds. One mastiff was to be brought each milking session, in turn.
The dog was to be tied to the side of Scully's frame with a lead that was
comfortably long enough for it to reach either to her rear or to her front.

For the first week of the training, the servant was ordered to brush some
of the same red liquid taken from bitches in heat around and into Scully's
cunt. Then he was to stand back and let the chemistry work. In the first
week, as a result, as soon as one of the four hounds was led towards
Scully's new frame, their nostrils filled with the irresistible perfume
that made the blood rush into their pricks.

Ahmed's instructions were quite clear. Once aroused the dogs would of
course begin to mount onto Scully's back, gripping her between their furry
paws. They were to have free access of Scully for the full half-hour of
her milking session but on no account was the servant to help them complete
their search for one or other of Scully's openings. They must be left to
learn for themselves. However, as soon as the servant saw that the hound
had successfully stabbed his prick into one of Scully's holes, he was to
blow hard on a silent dog-training whistle given him by Ahmed. And the
servant was to keep blowing the silent whistle at intervals all the time
that the hound's meat was inside her. The second that it left her, he was
to stop whistling. The hound was to be left with her for the full hour
session and then taken back to his kennel before returning to release
Scully from her frame.

Ahmed's instructions were followed faithfully by his servant and the hounds
rapidly learned to take advantage of the pleasure offered to them by Scully.
As there were four dogs and Scully came to her frame for six milking sessions
each day, two of the dogs visited her twice in a day but then only once the
following day. This too was part of Ahmed's planning, to prevent the dogs
associating their visits to Scully with a particular time of day. He wanted
them to be ready at all times.

As the second week began Ahmed ordered slight alterations. The servant was
no longer to use the red liquid on Scully's cunt in advance of each dog's
visit. Instead he soaked a little of the red liquid into an old rag at the
beginning of each day. When he went to collect a hound from its kennel he
would take the rag with him and hold it to the dog's nose to excite him
before he was led, barking, towards Scully.

The whistling was to be the same but to start slightly earlier. Rather than
waiting for the dog's prick to begin to enter Scully before whistling, the
servant was now told to whistle short encouraging bursts as soon as he saw
the dog manoeuvring his erect prick into a position where he could begin to
hunch into her. Short bursts until he successfully entered and then back to
long whistles of triumph as before.

Occasionally Ahmed would stop by to witness one of these training sessions
to make sure that all was going well and to plan. He found that the hounds
were now anticipating the action so that their pink pricks were half-emerged
as they loped excitedly towards the frame, ready to begin. Most often the
hound would climb up over Scully's back and prod his way forwards until he
slipped into her inviting cunt. But occasionally, the servant reported to
Ahmed, a hound for some reason would prefer to climb onto her from the other
end of the frame and push his meat into Scully's mouth. And, the servant
told him, the hounds were lasting longer now that they were visiting Scully
so regularly. Good news for the bitch then, laughed Ahmed.

For the final week's training, the servant was not even to show them the
perfumed cloth. He was to allow the dog's associations to arouse him
automatically as he was led towards the woman on the frame. To Ahmed this
seemed to work as he saw that his dogs arrived as enthusiastically and as
focussed as ever. But would it work in the field?


With 2 days left before he was due to fly to the States Ahmed was asked to
visit his father, the sheikh. Over coffee the sheikh outlined some
arrangements he had made for Scully to his oldest son.

His father explained to Ahmed that Scully's capture in the desert had been
planned and was a matter of business, not pleasure. It had been one part
of an arrangement he had made with an important ally in America, someone
the family had dealt with for quite a few years now. As the conclusion of
that deal, Scully was now to be sent back to the States. The sheikh had
arranged to take advantage of Ahmed's return as cover for this. Handing
Ahmed his tickets, his father showed him that he would land first at
Washington DC before changing over for his flight to LA. One of the cases
arriving with him in DC would contain Scully and it would not be sent on
to LA with the rest of his baggage. His business ally would arrange for
that case to be collected. Ahmed would simply have to catch his connecting

As he was leaving, with a smile the sheikh suggested to Ahmed that it might
now be time for the American prisoner to change back from dog to woman. He
would leave it to his son to arrange. Ahmed hurried away towards his own
area of the palace.

Early the next morning, Scully had just finished a session on her new
milking frame. One of the hunting hounds had just been led away and Ahmed's
servant was now freeing her head and wrists when there were the sounds of
gunfire nearby. Scully and the servant stopped to listen for clues to what
was happening. They could hear running feet, screams and cries and more
bursts of firing. In shock the servant began to run for the centre of the
palace, leaving Scully confused and excited, ankles still tied to her frame.

Minutes later two armed men in blue uniforms raced towards her.

"Agent Scully?" they demanded in Arab accents, staring at the strange
figure in front of them. As Scully nodded vigorously she realised what a
bizarre sight she must make. Head dressed as a dog, ankles tied to the
frame, naked ass, drained tits - they couldn't have seen this sort of sight
often before! But her nods had been enough.

"Allah be praised," they exclaimed and moved to help free the American
from her frame. It began to dawn on Scully that maybe, perhaps, she was
being rescued. Like a flood from the long distant past memories of her
life before the Pyramids flooded back - memories that had been too painful
to hold onto. She was supported as she stood fully on her feet for the first
time since she had been converted into a bitch. It felt strange and made
her stagger as she tried to find her balance.

One of the armed men supported her gently but firmly while the other worked
at removing the pads that she had worn for such a long time at her ankles,
knees and wrists. Her head mask however was locked in place and had to stay
for the moment. Like an Egyptian goddess with a dog's head and a woman's
pink body, Scully was helped and escorted as she walked back towards the

"This way, plis, Ms Scully."

They found another man in the blue uniform who seemed to be in charge. His
English, at least, was considerably better. With a slight bow of the head
he introduced himself to her.

"Captain Azizam, at your service Miss Scully." In Arabic his men showed
him the lock on the dog's head mask so that he understood their problem in
removing it. He nodded thoughtfully.

"Miss Scully, as you will have gathered, we have been sent by your
government to rescue you from these evil men and to arrange for your safe
return to the States. The palace is just now being made safe by my men as
they arrest and take away those responsible for your captivity. Please
accept my assurance that you are now completely safe. We will move you as
quickly as possible but for the moment, would you perhaps like a bath,
something to eat and drink while we are waiting? I will also try to make
arrangements for you to be freed from that mask."

Scully felt dazed by the sudden turn in her fortunes as she was guided,
rather than led for once, down some corridors to a room dominated by a
great sunken tub. From somewhere in the palace a frightened old woman
servant was found to tend to her and she was pushed into the room. Hot
water began to run, the air filled with perfume and Scully was almost in
tears of pleasure.

As the bath was almost full, there was the noise of Arabic shouting outside
her door and Ahmed's servant, who had taken care of her daily milking
routine, was pushed into the room by one of the armed men. She could see
that his wrists were cuffed together in front of him. Reaching to his belt
the servant produced the small key that was to release Scully from her
collar and then from the head that she had worn for so long. As the lower
jaw piece was worked free, Scully suddenly found herself naked and herself
again. It felt really strange.

The servant was driven away with more shouting and Scully sank blissfully
into the oiled waters of the bath. The woman servant's soft hands began
to stroke and rub her body, cleaning away the dirt and the memories of her
captivity. Gently, Scully's red hair was rinsed out and washed. She was
in shock.

Gesturing to Scully that she should stay where she was, soaking up the
warmth of the perfumed water, the old servant scurried out. A few moments
later she returned with a while Arab shift for Scully to wear when she was
ready to leave the bath and face the rest of her life. It was the small
comforts that Scully was aware of, having been denied them for so long - the
feel of the towel that was wrapped around her as she stepped from the bath;
the softness of the mat under her feet. Once dried, Scully slipped the
white shift over her head and found that it fell loosely around her to her
ankles. For the first time for many months Scully remembered how it felt
to be dressed and covered. With the servant behind her she emerged from the
bathroom, noticing that now she did not need to ask anyone's permission.

Scully found Captain Azizam waiting nearby for her. He explained courteously
that a meal had been laid for her, if she was ready. She felt more than
ready and followed him through the deserted palace as he led the way. She
found a place laid for her at a wooden table where she was offered plates of
fresh bread, bowls of soup, fruit, cheeses and green salad. Hungrily she
tucked in, relishing every fresh taste as it entered her mouth. The Captain
poured wine into her glass from an open bottle and Scully was happy to drink

As she ate the Captain explained that he had arranged for her to be driven
to the nearest airport, where she would be able to catch a direct flight to
London. From there she would return to Washington DC. Everything seemed
perfect and Scully found herself looking round the room committing it to
memory, almost enjoying it, now that she knew that she would soon be leaving.
Perhaps some more wine as she was waiting for the car to arrive? And some
sweet desert?

Perhaps she had drunk and eaten more than she normally did, in celebration
of her freedom, but Scully found that she was very happily full and slightly
drunk. The only discomfort spoiling this moment of pleasure was the
persistently sharp pressure from her breasts. Dismayed, she found it
difficult to think about what she would do, now that she was no longer to
be milked regularly. Would her breasts register that their milk was no
longer needed and shut down production? How many days would that take? And
wouldn't it hurt while they were so full? It didn't help of course that the
servant had not found any underwear for her, so that her desperately bloated
tits hung loosely under the shift without support.

Twenty minutes or so later the Captain spoke in Arabic into his radio and
informed Scully that everything was now ready. If she... Scully took the
opportunity to visit a lavatory before her journey and then stepped out of
the great front doors of the sheikh's palace towards a waiting black car.
She turned to look back at the palace for what must be the last time and
noticed that already everything that she had lived through in the place was
fading into a dream. She was someone else entirely - Dana Scully, Special
Agent. She had no connection with what she half-remembered. As she entered
the back seat of the car she was certain that she would put it all behind
her and resume her old life.

She did not, of course, have any baggage. The sheikh's men had burned
everything that she had with her on the evening when she and Mulder had set
out for the Pyramids. The back seat beside her was empty. Although she
would have liked to have talked, the two men ahead of her in the front of
the car, both in the same blue uniform, had little English, so Scully
quickly gave up and turned to watch the desert go by through her window. In
her mind she followed the stages of her journey home, the flight to London
and then across the Atlantic to return to Washington. She thought fondly of
returning to work with Mulder on the X files.

A half hour from the sheikh's palace the driver brought the car to a halt
on a clear, flat bit of desert road. Both men got out and the driver began
a conversation into his radio, apparently asking for instructions. Smiling
politely the other man opened Scully's door and invited her to take the
chance to stretch her legs.

As she stared out over the endless expanse of sand, Scully wondered if she
would ever return. Perhaps, but certainly not straight away she decided.
Behind her the radio conversation had ended and the two men exchanged looks
and signals. Before Scully had really registered what was happening the
men came up behind her and pushed her upper body down and across the front
of the car. The uniformed men grasped one arm each and pulled them together
behind her back as Scully was held firmly down onto the metal by the
pressure on her back. The sudden click of handcuffs confirmed that the
rules had suddenly switched again. Scully was no longer free.

While one of the men continued to press her down against the bonnet of the
car, the other collected something from inside. Behind and above her Scully
felt her shift lifted and then heard the sound of scissors slicing their way
from hem to collar, right up the middle of her back. There was nothing that
she could do as she was rolled over so that her cuffed hands were squashed
under her against the warm metal of the bonnet. The cruel faces that Scully
looked up into had no mercy for her as the scissors again made their way up
from hem to neck. She was still dressed in the shift but she was aware that
the shift was now hanging from her in four separate pieces.

The man who had driven the car pulled Scully to her feet. One rough hand
reached under her shift and squeezed her left tit hard, making a jet of
milk squirt out from the pressured nipple. His hands turned and pushed her
sharply so that she staggered and fell a few feet from the car. As Scully
turned and looked up at the men who seemed to have deceived her so brutally,
she saw that they both pointed in a direction ahead of her. She guessed
that that was the way she was to go next. Not waiting to see if she
followed their direction or not, the men returned to the car and drove
away, leaving Scully alone in the sand.

What did it mean?, Scully wondered as she slowly began to walk barefoot out
across the sand in the direction that they had shown her. She had no way of
evaluating her position. Had she been rescued or had something gone horribly
wrong? It was like the endless sand - there were no clues.

Ahmed had decided to wait for half an hour once his radio had signalled
that Scully had started out. On horseback, the four friends sat joking,
anticipating the hunt, as Ahmed's four mastiffs milled restlessly about on
their leads, held by servants. When the half-hour was gone and it was time
to begin the hunt, Ahmed ordered the dogs' release. From a plastic bag at
his saddle he brought out a familiar rag, now strongly soaked in the same
red liquid and threw it to the ground in the middle of the pack. Immediately
their excitement rose and, by association, so did their sexual memories and
instincts. With a hand signal, Ahmed ordered the 'off' and the four friends
happily rode out into the desert towards the point where Scully had started.

Scully herself was walking steadily through the sand hoping that over the
next crest or the one after that she would arrive at some place where she
could call for help. When the first sounds of the baying, excited hounds
reached her faintly in the wind, she stopped and listened, wondering what
it was. For a moment she even turned and began walking towards the noise.
But as it quickly began to grow louder and nearer, a chill of fear ran
through her as she recognised that they were the hunters and she was the
prey. She turned and ran.

Ahmed knew that there was no rush and did not press his horse forwards.
As soon as the pack had reached the point where Scully had been pushed away
from the black car they had picked up her trail. The hounds were far too
well trained to lose her now. Besides, where could she escape to in the
desert that he knew so well from his childhood?

Scully ran with an urgency and desperation that was somehow all the stronger
for having begun to believe that she was about to leave and go home. Swollen
tits bounced painfully as they swung from side to side. Sweat began to pour
down her body as she drove herself as hard as possible away from the
threatening noise. But she was no match for the hounds and horses and they
came steadily closer.

When Ahmed caught sight of Scully in the distance for the first time, he
reached into his pocket. Putting the silent training whistle to his lips,
he began to blow the same short, encouraging blasts that had been used by
his servant in the second week of training. Generations of breeding made
the dogs passionate and powerful hunters. Now, with Ahmed's extra training,
triggered by the smell of bitches on heat and the shrill reminders of the
whistle, the hounds were mad with excitement and lust. As a pack they ran
furiously towards Scully, focussed entirely on hunting her down.

Scully did not dare to look round as the appalling noise of hounds, horses
and men closed in on her. Desperately she spurred herself to run faster,
refusing to admit that it was completely hopeless. Right up to the moment
when the front paws of the lead dog struck her in the back and spun her down
onto the sand she was still trying to run.

In a moment the excited pack was all over her. Unable to defend herself
with her hands Scully rolled and kicked as the dogs surrounded her, barking
and snapping. Ahmed and the other boys reined in their horses a few yards
away and they could see that their prey was now truly down in a frenzy of
fur and teeth. Two of the dogs had caught hold of the remains of her white
smock and were tugging and pulling, back on their hind legs. The other two
already seemed to be aimed at her genitals, darting forwards and then back
\again, barking, as she thrashed her legs to keep them away. Ahmed smiled
and continued to blow his silent training whistle to encourage them further.

On one side of her there was a ripping sound as part of the smock gave way.
The sudden movement rolled Scully again, so that she found herself on her
front. For a moment she was still, catching her breath face down into the
desert, no longer kicking out with her legs and unable to see the hounds.
Immediately the mastiffs moved even closer to her. Suddenly Scully felt the
cold shock of a wet black nose as it tried to press between her clenched
thighs. From above, Ahmed and the boys could see that the two dogs nearest
to Scully's snatch were already erect and ready. A hot tongue licked at
the back of her thighs.

With a desperate groan, Scully rolled and kicked to drive them back but
every time that she frustrated them, the hounds became angrier. She could
hear their impatience in their growling and became frightened of the threat
of their jaws as they tried to catch hold of her body. One of the dogs near
her neck caught the sudden swing of one of her swollen tits out of the
corner of his eye and automatically attacked, biting at the milky flesh.
Scully froze as she felt sharp teeth at her breast, terrified suddenly that
it would be torn away by the angry hound.

Something clicked in her mind and she was half-aware again of her four
beautiful puppies, her children. She recognised what these hounds wanted
from her and suddenly there was a confusion in her mind and it was as if
they now were her four children. Her puppies still needed her and she
would satisfy them. After all she had learned that life was not always
about seeking her own satisfaction. Often it was just as pleasurable to
satisfy others.

In a daze, Scully turned slowly, so that she did not provoke any further
attacks. She began talking warmly to her boys, letting them know that she
was there and all would be well, she would look after them. And the beast
at her tit did release her and backed away slightly as she raised herself
onto her knees and took up her position in the sand, ass pushed out behind
her in offering. She was ready to give to her children - whatever and
everything that they needed from her.

* * *

In a different continent Skinner took off his glasses and began polishing
them idly. He was excited and pleased that his plans had worked out so
well. When he had first made his secret arrangement with the sheikh it had
mainly been for money. In return for his insider information and federal
protection the sheikh had paid large amounts of dollars into Skinner's
offshore account each month. But then Skinner had seen the way to make his
dreams of possessing Scully as his own sex toy come true.

Everything had worked perfectly although they had nearly lost Scully at the
Pyramids and had been lucky to find her again. Skinner had been put in
charge of the search for the missing Agent and had waited patiently until
the Bureau had resigned itself to her loss. Almost two years later, the
search had now been wound down and Skinner knew that the Scully file was no
longer current.

His offshore money had been used to buy an isolated ranch in South Dakota
and that was where his crate would arrive in two days time. He could hardly
wait to see Scully's expression as he unpacked her and showed her around her
new quarters. He smiled contentedly. Perhaps he would buy a mule!

But unknown to Skinner, in another part of the same building, he was being
double-crossed. Mulder had just inserted a video that had arrived
anonymously for him into his recorder and sat back to watch. The opening
shot was of pink flesh. In a moment the camera panned back to show that the
view was of a naked stomach and that they were travelling North. In a
moment the screen filled with a tremendous panorama of swollen tit flesh.
Someone's hands reached out to squeeze the breasts and the camera moved up
to show jets of milk spraying out from the impressively long nipples. Next
there was a hand wetting itself with the milk and using it to lubricate an
erect prick. As the camera panned back, Mulder watched as the prick moved
between the awesome breasts. Mulder did not know that Ahmed had achieved
this effect simply by making sure that Scully missed two consecutive milking
sessions. Her tits had never been fuller or larger.

After some minutes of filming the massaging and tit-fucking, the cameraman
headed down again. This time he tracked further until Mulder could see a
thin plastic sleeve which seemed to stick out from the woman's clit area.
As the camera moved right in close, Mulder's screen filled with the sight of
a clit under desperate pressure. Almost purple it stretched down the plastic
tube and seemed ready to explode.

It was not until the camera moved away from the woman and began to focus on
some writing on a piece of paper that Mulder began to make connections. The
writing simply said 'Scully'.

There had been a document with the tape. Quickly Mulder reached for it on
his desk and opened it out. He saw that it was a photocopy of a freight
document, for a flight that would arrive later that day in DC. His eyes
opened as he saw a familiar name.

In a hurry, Mulder moved for the door but just as his hand reached out for
the door handle he stopped. A strange look crossed his eyes. Hmmmm. Perhaps
this was something that had hidden possibilities. He returned to the desk
and began to consider his options. Some minutes later Mulder reached for
his phone.


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