July-24-2002, Grover's Hollow, Virginia
Scully sits against an old walnut tree and looks up at the full moon rising over the rim of the hollow. The air was thick with the scent of wild flowers and pine. Crickets chirped with an uncaring easy. Unlike Dana would was scared out of her fucking mind. That afternoon she had learned from a Hill-Billy boy that the supposed Werewolf, that had raped a young girl the previous month, lived in these woods, She was all keyed up to find the person or thing that did the crime, but now she had second thoughts about being out here in the woods all alone. Alone with only her sidearm for protection. "What if there was a Werewolf?" she said to herself. Thinking of all the horror movies she saw as a kid. "Would her 10mm be enough to stop it?" Then she would say, "Come on Dana, there's no such thing as a Werewolf. You're a big girl now…you can handle this." She wished Fox or Doggett was with her. "Why couldn't I have waited until one of them got back from assignment before coming to this shit hole town?" She was just about to get her pretty little ass out of there when a light came on in the cabin she was staking out.
She stands up slowly and walks over to the window, her S&W automatic drawn, ready to fire. She stepped onto the front landing. A loose board made a squeaking sound. She stops and peers into the cabin to see a middle-aged man, in overalls and a chequered flannel shirt smoking a pipe reading what appeared to be a bible. She steps a little closer when, suddenly, she is grabbed from behind and tossed to the ground, her gun falls out of the hand and slides across the landing. The next thing she knew, she was one her back, her arms pinned to the ground and a big redneck sitting on top of her.
"Let me up you son-of-a-bitch! I'm an agent with the FBI. Get off of me!" The chunky twenty-year-old boy yells for his father to come see what he had. The middle-aged me comes out and laughs.
"Take her in boy…" was the only response.
Scully was manhandled into the cabin and bound to a wooden chair in the middle of the room. The chunky boy walked around her menacingly, inspecting his prize. Scully tried to reason with him, to let her go, but he just told her to keep still or he'd "put a whomp'n into her." The other man soon re-entered the cabin holding Dana's 10mm.
"She sez she's a fed, Paw!" the boy blurts.
"A revenuer?" he returned pointing the gun at Scully and cocking the trigger.
"Naw, she's wit tha F-B-aye. Look'n fer tha werewuff aye be suppos'n." the two men laughed.
"Honey, thars no werewuff…rat cheer. Nar any-whar in des here wauds. Uart be mand'n y'alls bidness cheer. And not be in des here wauds. Ah'll gett hurt! Real bad!"
"She's purrrdy Paw." The boy interrupted. "Good fer breed'n" Scully shoots a horrid look at the boy.
"Welllll, maybe…but datt don't matter. She have ta go."
"Ahhhhh, Paw, let me have some fun'n first?"
"Ahhhh, well boy…aye wongo to da still. And check 'er out. Yew have yer fun'n while aye be gone."
"Ok Paw." With that the man put Scully's gun in his pocket, grabbed a lantern, and walked out. The boy waved his Father off, then closed the door and stared at Scully.
She once more tried to talk to the boy, to reason to him, but he ignored her and walked over and grabbed both of her tits. Scully gasps and swares at him. He only laughes and begins to rub her nipples with his thumbs. She is embarrassed as they became erect, poking out from the cotton shirt she wears. She looks down at the huge bulge the masses it's self in his coveralls. "Fuck!" she said to her self, "Do all these crackers have big cocks?"
Then, without warning, the boy grips the collar of Scully while cotton shirt and tares it open causing the buttons to fly across the room. He flings the garment aside and once more grabs her bra-encased tits. Scully frowns and rolls her eyes at the lack of imagination her would-be rapist had. This whole thing was boring her to death. She wished he would hurry up and take out his cock or something, so she could have some fun too. The sight of her thick rubber-like nipples poking through the cotton material of her bra sends the boy off, he grabs the front of her white bra and pulled his hands down forcefully, tearing it off her body cleanly. Her heavy, full, boobs flops downward onto her chest. Her nipples hardened even more in the cold damp air coming through the open window. "Now we're talking!" Scully says to herself. The boy plants his face into Dana's chest and begins to wildly lick her blooming nipples and soft white flesh that ringed the outside her light pink areolas.
Dana leaned forward as she starts to enjoy her so-called rape. The boy's mouth was sending waves of naughty pleasure from her nipples down to her clit, which she knew was growing hard. She even let a sight moan or two escape…a fact the idiot red neck failed to notice.
Next, with fumbling hands, the boy pulls open the top of her trousers and ripped them down her legs hulling her shoes off with them. He throws them in a corner then steps back to stare at this glorious red head babe clad only in a torn shirt and a pair of cotton low-rise bikini panties.
"Well come on boy…have at it!" Scully says tired of these games. With that, that boy jumps on her, his mouth back on her nipples. She sighs and just lets him go for it.
His hand moves down her side, crossing her belly and down between her legs, pressing his finger against the tiny piece of cotton protecting her pussy. He uses his middle finger to lightly stroke her pussy mound. He can feel the temperature rising between Dana's smooth white thighs. His breathing gets faster as Scully moans in his ear. He can feel her pussy lips moistening, and her clit hardening through the material. Dana starts to squirm around trying to get his finger deeper of her cunt. Then finally he gets the idea and reaches under her panties and shoving his thick finger in her pussy. He twists and turns his finger around in her cunt. Ramming his finger in and out. Scully starts to get into it. Her hips juked forward to meet his thrusts.
"Ya that's it boy…a little harder now!" He humps and twists his finger deep into her cunt faster and faster. Paying careful attention to her clit, which upon her coxing, was being assaulted with firm strokes against the naughty thing. This sending closer and closer.