X-Files: The Psychic Informer

Greeted by Guard Lockwood, the lovely federal investigator was led back to the prison cell housing the man who possibly held the key to rescuing her colleague.

'Thank you, Mr Lockwood,' Dana said, the gate closing behind, leaving the woman standing alone on the prison cell block.

As on her previous visits, the inmates were locked inside their individual cells, except for the final unit. Every man knew she had returned and another chorus of crude and explicit yells and jeers erupted. But there was something different this time. As Scully moved past the first cell, movement caught her attention. The occupant, a tall skinny black man had his pants around his ankles, one hand working rapidly up and down his hard cock. Smirking at her, he continued to jerk.

'That's it sweet bitch, you just stand there and watch me jerk this thing for ya,' he said, suiting action to words. 'Hey, come back bitch! I ain't done!' he yelled as the sexy woman continued by.

Variations of the display repeated in each cell that Dana walked past. In various states of undress, each man was stroking his cock, a selection of hard male rods aimed at her. Spotting her they each called out, demanding she step closer, suck their cocks or turn and press her ass to their cells so they could fuck her through the bars.

Moving slowly down the cell block, a primal response flowed through the woman's shapely figure. Within her chest, Scully's heart was racing, pulse pounding through limbs that suddenly felt weak. Under the stretch top, hidden by the cream-coloured jacket, her nipples were achingly stiff, silently demanding to be sucked by the large lips of the inmates staring from their cages. Between the woman's legs a heat grew with each step taken, each dick she saw being stroked. With every derogatory demand and threat made, Scully's vagina throbbed, a growing dampness turning the gusset of her black panties sticky.

As she watched the parade of members being wanked, Scully's mind whirled with images of a long held fantasy: being stuck in the middle of a prison riot. Locked inside with all these sex-crazed convicts, with no one to help me, the highly aroused vixen thought. She imagined what it would be like to be surrounded by all these desperate men. Dragged kicking and screaming into the showers where she would be forcibly stripped naked, rough callused hands groping her smooth fair body as her clothes were torn away. Being forced onto her knees, made to suck cock after cock, one after the other, insistent hands mauling her boobs, fingers prising her wet cunt open and pushed inside her, being digitally raped while her mouth and throat were stuffed by each tool.

Unsteadily progressing down the cell block, Scully pictured herself in the showers, sprawled on the floor, arms held tight, legs pulled wide apart. In front of her a row of angry black men, dicks standing proud. Taking turns, every prisoner would rape her, forcing themselves upon the restrained woman on the tiled floor. To a man they would fuck her rough and hard, jamming themselves up her pussy over and over. There would barely be a pause between one man ejaculating his mobile sperm into her fertile womb before he was replaced by the next rapist. Her butthole would be thoroughly used, left a gaping orifice. After every anal sodomy, the rioters would pull out and add their cum to the mess already running from her sloppy snatch. Throughout the entire imaginary riot, Scully fantasised about being repeatedly gang raped, forced to take every bloated inch the prison had to offer her cunt, mouth and ass. By the time the riot came to a conclusion and the federal agent was rescued, she imagined she'd be pregnant, some black rapist's baby growing in her belly.

Making her stumble, a small climax sent a squirt of girl cream into the already sticky gusset. Picturing herself in her fantasy, seeing the row of cocks being stroked in her honour had sent Scully over the edge. As she quickly tried to recover from the stumble, she found herself in front of inmate Miggs's cell. She fully expected to see the man also playing with himself, sniffing her dirty panties. Instead the cell was empty.

The room was in disarray, the bunk and sheets thrown to the floor, items having been swept from a small shelf. Part of her was relieved the reprobate was not there, especially after just climaxing right outside his cell. Obviously he'd been escorted away for some infraction, his unit searched. But another part of Scully felt disappointment. Despite how disgusting she found both Miggs and Williams, it was exciting to know that her worn panties had been traded between the pair, that the smell of her vaginal discharge had been used as currency behind the prison walls. Mind foggy from her climax and continued state of arousal, the usually analytical woman failed to consider why the man's cell had been searched.

The FBI agent's confusion increased upon seeing that prisoner Blevins was also absent. However, his cell remained in the same state as had been observed previously, the walls festooned with the many drawings the rather talented convict had created. One image in particular caught Scully's attention. It was a portrait of her, the likeness uncanny. I should be flattered, she thought. After a moment looking at the picture, she moved on.

Without glancing through the bars, Dana stepped into the cell containing Ekon Williams. Standing towards the back of the small unit, the large African-American beamed a bright grin at his visitor. He seemed larger than ever, white t-shirt straining against the broad chest, clinging to the thick abdominals of a washboard stomach. The blue pants seemed at least two sizes too small. Wrapped around thick thighs, they did nothing to hide the long, thick pole snaking down the right leg.

'Welcome back, Agent Scully,' the convict said, predatory glint in his eye.

'Mr Williams...' Dana began before an upraised hand cut her off.

'First things first, Agent Scully. You want to talk to me? I want your panties.'

Scowling, she considered refusing, to try offering restored privileges again. However, it had already been made clear that Williams wouldn't accept that. And right now he holds all the cards.

Huffing out a breath, the sexy federal officer reached down, grasped the hem of the cream suit she wore. A rather tight fitting garment, Scully was forced to wiggle her backside to raise the skirt. Scowling again, she realised the convict was enjoying the unintended show before him. Tugging the skirt up over her bum, it sat bunched up on her hips. For the second time Dana Scully found herself standing in a prison cell with her skirt raised, exposing her underwear to the lecherous inmate.

'I was looking forward to more stockings, baby. But you look hot enough in them pantyhose,' Williams said as he groped his rapidly hardening cock through his pants. Smiling, he was taking in the welcome view of shapely legs encased in white nylon. The woman's panties were clearly discernable through them. 'Black pair today, huh? Nice. Get 'em off, Agent Scully.'

Dammit, I should have changed, Dana thought. Tucking her thumbs into the underwear she prepared to push them down.

'Turn around, baby. Let me see that ass,' Williams said, making a turning motion with his free hand.

Doing as ordered, Scully presented her backside. A meaty paw abruptly clashed with her firm butt cheeks, the loud slap filling the small enclosing space. She hadn't heard him move closer. A quick strong squeeze and the hand retreated. Knowing what was expected, Dana began removing her pantyhose. A soft rasping sound now filled the space as the nylon was peeled over the upraised bum then down the sexy legs. Catching at her knees, Scully was forced to bend over, bum and panty-clad crotch pushing back towards Williams. I can practically hear his smile, feel his eyes on me. Stepping out of black shoes, she quickly shoved the now rolled and bunched nylon to her ankles. Raising a foot she pulled the hose from it. Intending to completely remove the hosiery, a command stopped her.

'Leave the pantyhose like that, Agent Scully. It's damn sexy. Now, give me them panties.'

Still bent over, the woman complied. Hooking thumbs under the waistband she quickly slid the bikini panties down, exposing her rear, half expecting another slap. She wasn't disappointed as a meaty thwack sounded. Awkwardly tugging the black underwear from the ankle with her hose still clinging to it, Dana straightened up. Turning, she held the garment out to the blackmailer.

'Here,' she said voice laced with venom, eyes staring daggers.

Snatching them up, Williams raised the warm cotton to his face before suddenly stopping. Throwing a smirk at the half-naked woman in his cell, the huge black man probed the open panty gusset. Pulling the finger away, a string of girl cream pulled with it. 'My, my, Agent Scully. You're fucking wet down there ain't ya?' he asked, breaking the sticky line and pointing towards her red-furred quim. 'I knew you was a ho.'

Eyes closing with pleasure, Williams held the gusset to his face. Nostrils flaring wide, he deeply inhaled from the panties, the heady scent of hot musk filling the convict's nasal passages. 'Damn, that smells good. Strong today. You horny, baby? You got a wide-on down there,' he taunted, looking toward the woman's bare crotch. 'I don't know, I may keep this pair for myself rather than bartering them away,' he pondered, taking another sniff. 'You know, I don't think there's a guy on this block who ain't smelled your funky cooch by now,' Williams taunted again, issuing a cruel laugh at the fiercely blushing woman.

No! thought Dana, cheeks burning. But she couldn't deny the possibility: she'd seen Miggs with her purple panties. Another thing she couldn't deny was the spike of excitement she felt, elicited by the thought of all those men she'd just walked past, sitting around, taking turns smelling her most personal fragrance. A powerful convulsion wracked her naked slippery sex. Casting her mind back to the line of dicks being stroked as she walked down the cell block, she thought, How many of them have actually sniffed my panties? Another contraction expelled a trickle of nectar. With no underwear to soak up the sexual excretions, Scully's inner thighs were shiny with feminine exhilaration.

Taking another sniff of the panties, Williams tucked them away in his pocket. 'Ok, Agent Scully. Another good trade...for me at least,' he sniggered. 'What do you want?' Seeing the woman move to pull her pantyhose up, he stopped her. 'You can keep those there, baby.' He sniggered. 'They'll only get in the way.'

Fighting against intense shame at what she was about to do and how wet it made her, Dana looked him in the eye. 'Mr Williams, where is Agent Mulder? Tell me where he is, his actual location and I'll...do want you want,' she nodded towards the huge bulge straining the man's tight pants.

Contrasting with his dark skin, the smile splitting the convict's face was huge and bright. 'I know you will, baby.' His tone was full of surety, as if he'd foreseen this very moment. It sent a shiver down Scully's spine. Casually he opened his pants and pushed them to his ankles. Going commando, his ebony wand pointed at his visitor. 'Get down on your knees, Agent Scully.'

After a bare moment of hesitation, the small women did as instructed. Kneeling on the bare concrete floor, Dana opened her mouth. Stepping closer, one hand holding his tool by the base, the other landed on the back of the FBI agent's head. Pulling forward, Williams guided Scully's mouth to the straining head, a bead of male juice appearing at on the tip.

'Suck it, baby,' he said sliding into her open mouth.

Resigned to what she had to do, Dana Scully once again gave a blowjob to the criminal, on her knees in a prison cell. I can't believe this is happening again, she thought. Cheeks hollowing, she sucked the flavoursome male member, tongue lapping the underside. Afraid the man would try to force her to deepthroat the massive organ again - her throat still a little sore from the previous experience - she placed her hands on his thighs. Determined to please him, to get the information she so desperately needed, Dana's head slowly bobbed up and down the shaft, lips moving back and forth. With just the head remaining within her mouth she applied extra suction, tongue probing into the hole at the end, tasting the salty fluid starting to dribble from it.

As before, the situation had the federal agent intoxicated. Kneeling there, sucking on the prisoner's big black cock, Dana's snatch was a seething mess. Feminine honey drooled from swollen labia, adding to the varnish already coating the red-furred mons, the inner thighs. Clit swollen, the kneeling woman rocked her hips, rubbed her thighs together, massaging her enflamed womanhood. All thoughts of saving Mulder fled, replaced by salacious sensation and the taste and smell of cock.

Ekon Williams closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of being blown by the hot woman. Smiling to himself he couldn't believe he'd contrived to get the sexy FBI bitch to suck him off again. And she's good at it too. 'You're a damn good cock sucker, Agent Scully,' he said. Adding his other hand to the back of her head he said, 'But I know you can do better.'

Holding the redhead in place with his huge mitts, the large black man pushed his hips forward. Forcing his veiny onyx pole through the luscious lips it ventured deeper into the sucking cavity beyond. Williams didn't stop, instead hunching forward, driving into Scully's throat. Once more he savoured the wonderful constriction of the woman's gullet struggling to accommodate the intrusion.

Accepting her position, Dana's hands dropped from the large thighs in front of her. Offering no resistance, she let the man pull her head forward, cock disappearing through her stretched lips and surging into her throat. Finally it lodged down the tight passage, her nose pressed into smelly wiry pubes. Pulse pounding through her veins, skin burning and tingling, Scully couldn't help herself from gulping, throat milking the intruding phallus.

'Jesus!' Williams cried out. 'Fuck that feels amazing. Christ, you white bitches know how to deepthroat. Never met a sister that could handle this thing.'

Slowly the tool withdrew from the constricting passage. Scully grabbed a quick breath before the black battering ram stuffed her oesophagus again. Grunting and groaning, the man began to face fuck Dana Scully, forcing the overlarge tool down her throat, over and over, pressing her face into his stinking crotch each time. Wet sounds bounced off the hard walls, filling the prison cell. Heavy breathing from the man, soft feminine moans from the woman added to the erotic sound. Body rocking, the woman was desperate to reach the bud aching in her crotch. Barely able to open her kneeling legs, fingers slid into her lap. A whirl of electricity sparked as a fingertip rubbed over the sensitive clitoris.

I need to cum. I need to cum, Dana thought letting the ebony cock fuck its way in and out of her throat. Dropping a shoulder, she bought enough room to shove two fingers up her snatch. The sudden feeling of having something inside set the woman off. Convulsions ran the length of her pussy. Wet velvet walls clasped the rapidly thrusting fingers as Dana was suffused by her second orgasm of the day. A puddle of warm buttery cream formed under her, ripples forming as more girl cum dripped from spread and swollen labia.

Standing over the delicate female, Williams crammed himself down her throat, savouring the feeling of it. 'Did you cum, Agent Scully?' he chuckled, holding her face in his bush, feeling her choke around his impediment. 'Yeah, I know you did. You love my black cock don't ya, baby?' Pulling back, he thrust forward, burying himself again in the oral alleyway. It feels so fucking good. But... 'You ain't gonna get me to blow just yet, Agent Scully. I wants that pussy of yours,' Ekon Williams said, abruptly pulling away from the kneeling redhead. Tool pulling back up the slick clasping gullet, over the jittery tongue and out through the sucking lips almost sent him over the edge.

Taking a moment to gather himself, the inmate fought off the almost overwhelming urge to splurge his goo in the FBI bitches face. Needing to distract himself he said, 'You wanna know what I saw in my last vision, baby?'

Gasping where she knelt on the floor, Dana looked up at the inmate, spit dribbling from the corner of her mouth, eyes watering. Wiping the tears and saliva away with the back of her hand she caught the scent of her creamy cunt clinging to her fingers. 'Tell me.' Only then did she realise she'd blown the convict without securing the information first. Rookie mistake, she silently chastised herself.

Prick glistening in the harsh artificial light, Williams leant against the wall. Eyes closed, they flickered behind the lids. 'I see a building. It's large: long and low. Tan, brown bricks lower down. Windows. Many windows. Green windows. Barred. There's grass all about. It looks... It looks familiar. I see a sign, blue and white.' Ekon opened his eyes, meeting those of the kneeling federal officer.

Having managed to gather her wits together, Dana said, 'Mr Williams, that just isn't clear enough. What you're describing, it could be any kind of building anywhere. We're running out of time. We...I need something more concrete than vague building descriptions,' she said, voice holding a barely hidden plead.

Williams burst into booming gales of laughter. 'Oh, Agent Scully. I know exactly where your man is.' He laughed again at the shocked expression directed at him.

'Tell me! Where's Mulder?' Dana demanded, almost screamed.

Williams' laugh died, face turning stony, angered by the outburst. 'Do you remember what I said when you first came here, Agent Scully?' She looked uncertain. 'I said that the one thing we can't get behind these walls is pussy. You want to know where your friend is? I want your pussy.'

With an alarming turn of speed, he closed on the kneeling redhead. Leaning down his arm shot forward, hand slapping into Scully's crotch. Roughly Ekon jammed a thick finger into the hot snatch. 'Your coochie is fucking wet, bitch. You're desperate for my black cock to be shoved up there, ain't ya?' Withdrawing the finger he held it up. Light reflected brightly off the feminine fluid thickly coating it. 'And you better take it if you want to know what it says on that sign I saw. What's it to be?'

Cheeks flushing scarlet, Dana's head hung in shame: shame at all she had committed within this cell over the past days. Shame in the knowledge that she'd all but forgotten Mulder's plight in her need to cum. Shame that she'd enjoyed it all, aroused with how dangerous and humiliating at had been. But the greatest shame came from knowing that Ekon Williams was correct. She wanted to feel him inside her, stretching and filling her.

No! I have to do it for Mulder. I need to save Mulder, she thought, attempting to convince herself of her real motivations. Williams has proven himself and his knowledge, however he came to have it.

'Ok,' Scully murmured, surrendering to the inevitable. 'I'll do it.'

An evil chuckle sounded from the deep chest of the hulking black man. 'Go lay on the bed, baby. I wanna fuck you like a proper ho.'

With a deep breath, Dana got up from her knees. Pantyhose bundled around one ankle, she stepped over to the low bunk. The thin mattress held an impression where the bulky prisoner lay when he slept. Gingerly, she lowered herself into the depression. Head resting on the equally thin pillow, she could smell the sour odour of old sweat, the stench of the man's body compressed into what bedding he was permitted. Scully's pussy twitched as the male musk rose up and surrounded her.