A HIGHLAND TALE 9/?
BY LEELEE AND SEEKERONE
RATING: NC-40 at least, NC-17 is far too tame for what goes on here. 
CATEGORY: Sc/Sk, Mulder/O, and then who knows?
COMMENTS:  Thanks to Sylvie for superb meticulous beta.  She proofed 
it with only one or two hot flashes.
SUMMARY: Scully is punished for her part in their little excursion.
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Chapter 9

All Scully could hear from the bowels of Rhiannon's dungeon was the 
sound of water dripping down the moldy stone walls. The occasional, 
ominous, rustling noise coming from the damp rushes was making her 
nervous. She refused to speculate on the probable source of that 
noise. Whatever creature was making that horrendous sound, was hidden 
in the darkened, far side of the chamber.  Dana moved closer to the 
light coming from the single torch the guard had left burning. The 
tarry twigs sputtered in the moist air and despite Scully's frequent 
exposure to all things creepy, she said a quick prayer that the torch 
would not go out.

Scully sat down on a small, three-legged stool, the only furniture in 
the dungeon, and focused on the torchlight. She could see chains 
hanging on the opposite wall and was glad that Rauf had not seen her 
as enough of a threat to feel the need to use them.

Rauf had, in fact, acted as though Rhiannon's instructions to leave 
her down here were ridiculous. It was clear that the Hunt Master saw 
Mulder as the one responsible.

On the ride back to the manor, Lord Bruce had repeatedly told his 
mother that he was the one who had insisted on the long walk looking 
for plants. Whether Rhiannon bought it, Scully did not know. But, 
considering the cold way she had ordered Mulder and Scully tied to 
the back of Jamie's horse, Scully doubted it. 

The silence on the ride back left Scully feeling anxious and tense. 
Not only was she nervous about what Rhiannon would do to them, but 
damn well nervous about what their boss would do to them. Skinner 
said not a word but, it was clear that he was beyond furious. 
Rhiannon wanted to get back before dark, and when she finally ordered 
that they be allowed to ride, Skinner had simply reached down and 
thrown her over his saddle. Riding face down across his hard thighs 
should have been embarrassing, but in fact she had ached all over and 
felt too nauseated from the constant movement to worry about it. He 
had even made it worse when they arrived in the courtyard. Her 
attempts to speak to him quietly had been answered with a mortifying 
slap on her butt. 

She tried to focus her worry on her partner, but her own situation 
seemed worse. She was stuck down in the gloomy dungeon, awaiting god 
knows what. Rhiannon had ordered her down here saying she was to 
await her punishment. Punishment? What would be suitable for an 
outlander who endangered the heir to the clan?

She kept remembering a medieval torture museum she had seen as a 
child. Chairs with nails and vises to crush thumbs. She tried to keep 
a level head. It had been her saving grace before, but her traitorous 
mind kept seeing visions of iron maidens and that didn't lessen her 
anxiety of what was to come.

Skinner would protect her. Like a mantra, she kept telling herself 
over and over that he would protect her. Even as angry as he was, he 
would never let her be seriously injured. The afternoon at the lake 
had been a lot more than just sex. She was sure of that. The passion 
he had shown was more than just a casual fuck. 
 
It was only in hindsight that she could see that he had been hiding 
his feelings for a long time. She recalled his tenderness when she 
was ill and his anger when she did anything dangerous. And then there 
were the times she would catch him staring at her in a very unboss-
like fashion. All these things now came back to her. She knew, 
somehow she'd always known, that he would be there if she needed him.


Was making love with him really wrong, then? Dana leaned her head 
back against the damp, stone wall picturing him standing in front of 
her at the lake. Her eyes had feasted on his hard muscular body, wet 
and gleaming in the sunlight.  Powerful enough to take her breath 
away. He was her superior at work, but did any of that really matter? 
They were both so lonely. And, they both hid behind the scars of past 
relationships that had failed so miserably. Both so...desperately in 
need of tenderness. 

A clanging noise from above stopped her rumination. She stood up; her 
body tensed at what was going to come. Relief washed over her when 
she saw Skinner walking down the steps. It was going to be all right, 
she thought with a great sigh. He had intervened and she would be 
released. She fought the urge to run over to him just to feel his 
arms around her. Her feelings were so strong that she made the 
decision then and there that she would join him on his blanket that 
night. A smile curved her lips at the thought. To hell with the OPC, 
the FBI and pretending she hadn't been in love with her boss for a 
long, time, she thought with a grin. Walter Skinner, you are in for 
one hell of a night.

Scully's smile fell as the cell door squeaked open.  Skinner stepped 
close enough for his face to be seen clearly in the darkness. It was 
as hard and set as she'd ever seen it. Finally, he stood in front of 
her, just glaring until she felt all her romantic feelings fall away. 
Scully wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. She was so caught up in 
Skinner's anger that she jumped when she heard a gravelly voice 
behind him.

"Well, git on it, freesword.."  Angus was looking at her with such a 
gleam in his eye that it made her heart start beating so fast, she 
thought it would fly out of her chest. 

"What the hell?" she whispered.

"Angus is down here to make sure this gets done properly." Skinner 
announced. His face was turning three different shades of red and she 
was sure steam would come out of his ears. His hands clenched into 
fists and he looked angry enough to explode. 

"What gets done? Skinner, what the hell is going on?"

"You're to be beaten, Scully. Punishment for taking the young lord 
away from the castle. Lady Rhiannon is sure that you two were trying 
to find some druid woman and is incensed that you would put her son 
in danger to do it. I tried to dissuade her, but it did no good."

Scully felt dizzy at his words. Panic gripped her chest so tight she 
couldn't breathe. She couldn't drag her eyes away from Angus' filthy 
leer. Good God! Was he going to do it? She'd never let him touch her. 
The man had a really good reason to hurt her seriously. Was Rhiannon 
so cruel that she would leave her at this monster's fury? 

It would be all right, she chanted to herself. Calm down. Skinner was 
here and the two of them could handle the bastard. But how could they 
get out of the castle? What about Mulder? 

"Skinner.." She whispered and hoped he would understand.

He reached a hand out to touch her face and despite his angry 
expression, she felt such tenderness in his warm fingers.

"Rhiannon agreed that as your master, I would give the beating. But 
Angus objected that I would be too lenient. He's been sent to make 
sure I do it well. And if not, he has been ordered to finish the job."

She just stared at him in shock. He couldn't be serious! It would 
have to be a real beating with Angus watching. Her mind whirled 
trying to find a way out of it. They could kill Angus, but then what 
about Mulder? Skinner's fingers were holding her chin in a firm grip, 
forcing her to look at him. His expression was impossible to read. 
Did he want her to fight? Submit? What was she going to do?

He leaned in close and for one shocked moment she thought he was 
going to kiss her. His lips missed hers however and brushed her 
ear. "Just play along. I'll make it look worse that it really is."

She wanted to ask a hundred questions. The whole concept of her boss 
really hitting her was too bizarre. And, that bastard Angus casually 
leaned against the wall and sneered at her. She was left speechless, 
both with rage and fear.

Skinner threw a glance back at the man and pulled the stool around 
from behind her. She stood, deep in shock, and just watched him while 
he settled his large frame onto the small stool. She couldn't help 
resisting him as he pulled her over and pushed her facedown across 
his lap. Her hands landed on the filthy rush-covered floor, her legs 
splayed out behind her. His hand rested on her bottom and she could 
feel his warmth through her thin damp shift. 

"It'll be over quickly, Dana. Don't fight me. Just relax," came the 
very soft whisper. 

She bit back a hysterical laugh.

His hand kneaded her ass for a moment, and then his warmth was gone. 
The first blow wasn't painful enough to hurt. But the shock of it 
forced a cry from her lips. He gave her no time to recover. By the 
third blow, she winced and gasped. It hurt Damnit! He was supposed to 
make it seem worse than it was. When the fourth blow slapped against 
her heated ass, she cried out louder. Let Angus think she was in 
pain, that was what Skinner had meant. Put on a show.  She began to 
act in earnest. Thrashing around and begging him to stop. She thought 
it was a good performance. Skinner's spanks had eased to the point 
where they felt like nothing more than a pounding massage. 

Unfortunately, Angus wasn't fooled.  "Bare her arse freesword.. Yer 
na' doing any damage that I kin see."

Skinner held her still. His hand was gently caressing her bottom. She 
didn't dare move. Oh, god he wouldn't, he couldn't . . .

She felt his hand inch under the material and stroke up her leg. Then 
he was pulling the shift up and over her bare ass. Her struggles 
became real when she realized she was now bare to both men's gazes.

Frantically, she reached back to pull the ragged garment down. She 
screamed as Skinner grabbed both her wrists in his hand and pinned 
them to the small of her back. 

The next slap stung and she fought harder. She felt her bare ass 
bouncing to each burning stroke. She cursed Skinner, Rhiannon, Mulder 
and the entire clan.  She struggled, twisting against him, and didn't 
care that Angus was laughing. Skinner's hand would land the blow, 
then linger on her heated flesh. His fingers stroking and trying to 
sooth before swatting her again. Her legs had spread despite her 
efforts to keep them tightly together. And, when she felt his fingers 
trail down her aching sex before the next slap, a long moan escaped 
in spite of her embarrassment. 

This was terrible. His gentle touches were followed by a stinging 
slap. His strokes over her sex soon began to burn as hot as her ass. 
His small finger slipped between her folds and brushed her hard clit. 
And then, she realized she was wet. Very wet. Embarrassingly so. He 
left her ass to land short slaps to the back of her thighs, and she 
almost sobbed at the new sensation. She could feel her juices 
trickling down and wetting his kilt. His thighs were so hard under 
her. She ground her sex into his muscles and nudged his huge erection 
with her hip. She wanted him to stop and take her. Fuck her hard and 
fast. Right here in this filthy cell.  Now, goddamnit.

Looking up at Skinner, she gasped. He was even more turned on than 
she was. His mouth was open and he was panting harshly. He stopped 
the slaps and drove two fingers into her sopping sex. His hips bucked 
up, grinding into her side. 

With a hoarse voice he addressed Angus. His eyes, however, never left 
hers. 
"Get Out! It's done. Leave!" 

Scully turned to Angus. He seemed reluctant to leave, but Skinner's 
next words sent him flying up the steps. "Go NOW or I'll rip your 
ugly head off your body!" She had never heard him so angry before. If 
she weren't pinned against him with his fingers deep inside her 
pussy, she would have run, too. 

Skinner yanked her up as soon as Angus was out of sight down the 
corridor. He had her straddling his thighs and shoved his tongue in 
her mouth before she could say anything. His cock felt huge and she 
instinctively rubbed her wetness over it, soaking his kilt. The 
sensations of the rough cloth rubbing her sex, irritating it, 
stimulating it, making her so damn hungry to have his cock inside 
her. One quick movement from him and he had jerked the kilt out of 
the way. His cock stood erect and swollen between his legs. She 
didn't stop to think, couldn't do anything more than raise up 
slightly and then sink down onto him. His cock pierced her, filling 
her to the core. They moaned into each other's mouths.

His hands lifted her hips and gripped her ass, guiding her to ride 
him. Her ass was sore - tender from the beating - but the feeling of 
that soreness mashing onto the course hair on his thighs spurred her 
on - faster and faster. The burning sensation was only bringing her 
closer to where she wanted to be - flying high - out of her mind with 
the passion he had started inside her. She rubbed her breasts against 
his chest and begged him for more. Harder. Fuck me harder. His hips 
bucked up off the stool and he pounded his cock into her. Dana felt 
herself exploding - crying out his name - hanging on for dear life 
while he plunged into her. Skinner held her tightly against him. He 
was buried deep inside her and when he came, he hollered out his own 
release - his hot come filling her.

They gasped and clung to one another. She tried to kiss him, but she 
barely had the energy to nuzzle his neck and to let out a soft groan.

She felt him try to move.  Suddenly, they were both falling. She 
landed heavily on Skinner's chest and he grunted at the unexpected 
impact. They sat up, both a little dazed from the fall, looked at 
each other and began laughing hysterically. The small stool lay 
smashed to splinters on the stone floor.

The End of Chapter 9