Title: Revealed (sequel to "A Sense of Fear")
Author: Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Website: http://thexfilesoutlet.tripod.com/main/index.html
         http://dta_fic.tripod.com/main/index.html
Rating: NC-17
Classification: V A 
Keywords: RAPE, DSR (well, maybe not in this installment, 
        but...), DoggettTorture, DoggettAngst
Spoilers: hehehehehehe ;)
Disclaimer: Doggett and Scully belong to Chris Carter, a man 
        who is arguably more evil than I am. ;)
Archive: Sure, just let me know where please!
Summary: "You were never supposed to know who I was...why did 
        you have to go and screw that up?" 
Dedication: To my SHODDS sisters, most of whom would argue that 
        the statement in the above disclaimer is absolutely 
        false. ;) To the Doggett Torturers, I know you guys 
        will enjoy this installment! ;) To Lisa, who again had 
        to help me come up with a story title. I don't think I 
        would get as much writing done as I do if it weren't 
        for her... :) To my "biggest fan" in Brazil. And I'll 
        stop now before I bore everybody to death.
Author's Notes: I actually finished this installment on Dec. 7 
        and have been sitting on it ever since because I still 
        had to finish the installment that came before it. 
        Obviously I did not plan this very well...
        This is the sixth installment (but not the last!) of 
        the Doggett Torture series. This will make absolutely 
        *no* sense to you if you have not read the first five 
        and it will ruin a major plot point for you. In order 
        from first to fifth, the stories that precede this are: 
        A Sense of Security, Reassurances, A Sense of Dignity, 
        Frailty, A Sense of Fear.
        And before anybody sends me e-mails saying they were 
        severely disturbed by this story, let me say that I was 
        too... ;)


Revealed
By Diandra Hollman

Why the hell did you have to do that John? I wasn't going to 
hurt you. God damnit, what was I supposed to do? I couldn't 
just let you go after you'd seen me. You were never supposed to 
know who I was...why did you have to go and screw that up? 

I probably tied the ropes a little too tightly around your 
wrists and ankles, but I was so angry with you I couldn't help 
it. You had ruined everything. At least I could be thankful I 
didn't have nosy neighbors. I didn't want them to become 
suspicious if you made too much noise. I was glad I wouldn't 
have to gag you, I wanted you to be completely responsive. 

I tied you to the kitchen table. I would have liked to make you 
more comfortable, but I knew it would be best the first time if 
you were unable to struggle too much. Hopefully, you would 
learn to stop fighting me and I wouldn't have to restrain you 
quite as much in the future. Don't get me wrong, I don't like 
restraining you, but I didn't have a choice.

You were still unconscious while I got everything set up. I 
made sure to have my gun nearby. Maybe that was just me being 
paranoid, but you can never be too sure...

I wanted to punish you for what you had done - how you wrecked 
my perfect plan - but I'm not a sadist. I realize I had hurt 
you before - when I first came to you at your house - but I 
couldn't help that. I didn't have enough time to make love to 
you then. And I didn't have any lubricant to make it any easier 
for you. I'm sorry I hurt you, but it just couldn't be helped. 
But this time, there was no hurry. I could take my time...and I 
had lubrication readily available. 

"Wake up, John," I said when I had gotten everything set up. 
"I don't really do unconscious men." I'm sure you didn't 
appreciate my humor, but you would eventually learn. 

You woke up with a groan. I watched as you came fully awake, 
noticing first that you were lying on a table, then noticing 
you were tied down, and finally realizing that you were naked. 

"Oh, fuck!"

"John," I said warningly. 

"You sick son of a bitch!" Your face turned an interesting 
shade of red. "What's the matter? You can't find a whore to 
give you a hard on, so you just settle for raping people?"

I grabbed your dick and squeezed just hard enough to cause you 
pain. You yelped and tried futilely to escape your bonds. 

"I don't appreciate being talked to like that." 

You groaned. "I should have trusted my instincts...I should 
have known it was you." You flinched as I let go of you and 
leaned closer to your head. 

"And what would you have done then," I ask. "Do you really 
think anyone at the bureau would have believed you if you told 
them?"

You actually bared your teeth in response. I felt my cock jump 
at the sight. I couldn't help it; you look so damn sexy when 
you're enraged. 

"The fact that you're an FBI agent doesn't mean shit!"

I smiled. "You think so, huh?"

You didn't say anything. You just looked at me with eyes that 
could burn through steel. I felt shivers go down my spine. God, 
do you even realize how gorgeous you are?

I undressed and located the tube of lubricant. I placed it next 
to you, opting to relax you a bit before I just jumped right 
in...so to speak. When my hands touched your shoulders your 
entire body went rigid. I began massaging your back with a 
gentle but firm pressure. 

"Just relax John."

You let out an unhumored snort. "If you're going to fuck me, 
just do it, but *don't* think you're going to make me enjoy 
it!"

I smiled at your stubbornness. "Oh, but you will, John. You 
can't control your body's responses. In time though, you will 
come to enjoy it."

I watched your eyes widen as my words sunk in. You had known I 
would not let you go after you had seen my face, but you 
probably assumed I would kill you after I was 'finished with 
you.' Oh, John...I couldn't possibly have done that to you. I'm 
not a murderer! Even if I was, I loved you too much. I really 
didn't want to hurt you. Why wouldn't you believe me? 

"Just relax John," I repeated. "Let me show you how good it can 
feel."

You shivered, but I couldn't tell whether you did so out of 
fear or arousal. I massaged your back until you finally gave in 
to me and allowed your body to relax. Gradually, I worked my 
hands down to your beautiful ass. I heard you whimper as I 
worked on those muscles. Again, I didn't know whether it was 
turning you on or scaring you. 

I parted your cheeks and traced one finger around your opening. 
I felt your hips jerk slightly and smiled. Oh, yeah...you liked 
that didn't you?

I paused to squeeze some lub out on my fingers before pushing 
the tip of one finger slowly inside you. Your whole body tensed 
then, remembering the pain I was unable to prevent the first 
time I took you. I pushed in just barely past my first knuckle 
and pulled back out. I repeated that motion several times until 
I felt you relax once again. Then I pushed the finger all the 
way inside you in one smooth stroke. 

Your eyes snapped open. "Fuck!"

I barely suppressed a laugh. "That would be the general idea 
John..."

You turned pale. Oh, don't worry John...I promise not to hurt 
you.

I began a slow rhythm of thrust and withdraw...thrust and 
withdraw...was it my imagination or did I hear a soft whimper 
come from you?

I pushed a second finger inside...then a third. Your hips began 
rocking in an unmistakable counter-thrust. You may not have 
wanted to admit it, but you were enjoying having my fingers 
fuck your ass. I reached my other hand down to find the proof 
of that - your rapidly hardening cock.

By the time I had finally loosened you up I was painfully hard. 
I greased my dick liberally before pressing it against your 
hole. 

You groaned. "No..." I couldn't help but notice that you 
weren't as resistant as you had been the first time. I slid 
easily inside. You cried out, even though I knew I hadn't hurt 
you.

After only a few thrusts I heard a noise outside. A distant car 
door slamming shut. I took a second to reign in my arousal. I 
needed to be thinking clearly for a little bit longer...

I reached over and picked up my gun. See? I told you...you can 
never be too careful! I leaned over you to whisper in your ear. 

"Ah...your girlfriend arrives," I predict, seeing your eyes go 
wide with what I assumed to be horror. You didn't want her to 
see you like this. You didn't want her to see you being fucked 
in the ass and enjoying it. 

She tried to make her approaching footsteps inaudible, but I 
could still hear her. I could *feel* her getting closer to the 
room. 

Then I heard the *click* of her gun being cocked. 

"Freeze, FBI! Agent Holland, you're under arrest!"


END OF PART 6

Who were you expecting? Mulder? 
:::evil laughter:::