Internal Exile by Brigitte Scully

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Internal Exile by Brigitte Scully

Walking into the apartment, Mulder threw his coat on a nearby chair. The day had been terrible. Skinner had him working on a complete rewrite of the Medford field report, including a complete set of revised expense reports and travel vouchers. The Cigarette Smoking Man must have been giving him a difficult time again. He and Scully worked through lunch and into the evening getting everything just right As often happened during work, the atmosphere in their basement office became friendly. They finished revising the report after six. Mulder decided to try to further develop the mood which had formed during the day. Leaving the office, he asked Scully if she wanted to get something to eat. She politely declined the offer.

Not sure of why she only occasionally accepted his offers for friendly meals when they were not out on an investigation, he drove home alone. He knew Scully had no significant other at the moment. In fact, it had been quite some time. She often used her previous relationships as reasons why she was not seeing anyone. Some times she talked about the men in her past never understanding her needs, but she never elaborated any further.

What Mulder needed now was to relieve the stress of the day and he knew exactly how to do it. He strode into the bedroom that he never used for sleeping and opened the bureau containing his latex collection. The black folds of the clothes reflected the light softly as he scanned an array of suits, hoods, shirts, stocking-footed exercise tights, gloves, and bags.

He really needed to do some serious contemplation of his life and his work, not to mention just relax and unwind. The events of the day just brought the awareness of the need to the forefront. Heavy meditation was the ticket and that meant layering and total enclosure.

He selected the appropriate combinations of apparel and began to prepare himself. He took off his clothes and dropped them into the clothes hamper in the closet. He knew that he would not be putting any of them back on this evening. He powdered the latex tee shirt and drew it over his head. Smoothing it over his body, he felt the nipples on his breasts harden. He then drew the shorts with an attached sheath on. Pulling his hardening cock and balls through the hole into the pouch, he made certain that his tool was positioned into the sheath.

He then put on a speed swimmer's cap to cover his hair. He smoothed the cap to his head and pulled the first hood, one with long skirts, over his head. He closed the zipper of the hood and adjusted the eye, nose and mouth openings. The welcome press of latex against his face greeted him. Next he put on a pair of surgical gloves that he had gotten from the office and proceeded to pull on a long sleeve shirt with attached gloves. He settled the shirt into place and closed the back zip, sandwiching the hood skirt between the two shirts. He then took a pair of tights with attached feet and sheath and pulled them slowly up each leg. As the sheath came into position, he popped the head of his already enclosed cock into the second sheath and smoothed it down to the base. He almost came during this operation, but he held back, knowing of the exquisite pleasure to come.

Mulder was enclosed in latex from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. He added a second hood, sealing his head behind two latex layers before taking down a front-zip body suit. He pulled each leg of the suit carefully over his rubber-clad limbs. As the suit reached his waist, his engorged tool was sandwiched between the latex shirt and the suit. He slipped each arm into the sleeve and made certain that each hand was firmly seated in the attached glove.

He closed the zip, further restricting his cock. The pressure of the suit was exhilarating. Next he donned a heavier shoulder-zip suit, providing a fourth layer of latex over most of his body. As he closed the zipper, he felt the desire to shoot his load build again. Knowing that he was not through, he resisted the urge.

Mulder studied his now enclosed body in the mirror on the back of the door. He was a black marble statue from antiquity come to life. The light shown softly off of the smooth black surface. There was a power and a certain carnal beauty in his stance. He often wondered if he would find a woman to share the experience or to recognize the beauty presented by smooth black latex covering the minor imperfections of a body while at the same time accentuating the positive masculinity. If he did, she herself was probably going to be an X-File.

His eyes shone with anticipation from behind the rubber mask. The light played on the curves of his muscular legs as he changed poses. Moving shadows of light highlighted his upper body. His broad chest rose and fell with his breaths causing subtle changes in the light patterns. The pressing latex massaged every inch of his body. He lightly stroked his side with his hands and was rewarded with an electric thrill as the touch was transmitted through the rubber layers to his hot skin below. Again he thought of finding a latex lady.

These were negative thoughts which he immediately suppressed and proceeded to the next step of this therapy that he had developed for himself. He once performed a psychological profile of himself to figure out why he liked this so much. On one hand, it could be an expression of the barriers that he tended to put up against other people, his inability to trust almost no one. Scully was the only one that he could trust, but this was one secret that he felt that he could not even trust her with. The affect on their relationship would be indeterminable. On the other hand, the physical pleasures and sensations from wearing skintight latex could largely explain all of this obsession and there might be no psychological explanation at all.

Mulder took out an inflatable hood and one of the bags. He placed the hood over his head and was blinded. Lining the breathing tube and holes up carefully, he closed the zipper in the back. His senses were focused on the smell and the touch of the enclosing latex. The loss of vision and reduced hearing were offset by even more sensory pressure of the enclosing latex. Outside sounds were distant. The rush of air through the breathing tube was erotically amplified by the cocooning latex.

Blindly, he searched for the top of the bag. This bag incorporated three zips. The first would close the hood squeezing his head gloriously in the four layers of latex surrounding it; the second would encase his legs in yet another restrictive layer while the third zipped from the inside and would wrap his entire upper body and arms in the secure embrace of latex. He first had to work the hood of this bag over his head. With some effort he was able to get the neck collar over the head and aligned the breathing holes with the tube of the hood. He made sure he was not in danger of asphyxiation before continuing, recalling Clyde Bruckman�s prediction . He closed the head zip and rested in the dark for a moment. He then laid down on the latex sheeted bed, the only use that he made of it, making sure that the bag was positioned to place his legs inside of it. He reached to the bottom of the bag and found the lip of the feet by touch. He slipped his latex bound feet into the bag and made sure his feet were well seated. He slowly closed the bottom zipper. The pressure of the bag increased on his lower limbs as the zipper closed. Next he grasped the zipper at the neck and began to close the bag around his body. The operation slowly pinioned his arms to his side and the last tug of the zipper completely sealed him into the sack.

Mulder was now enclosed in five layers of heavenly latex. His skin was being massaged with every minor movement. Each quickening breath sent a rush of air audibly through the breathing holes of the enclosing sheaths. He reached for the hood pump with his hand and began to squeeze the ball. Each pumping action increased the pressure on his head. Slowly the latex pressed to his face, molding itself to every contour and opening. His mind was blocked from outside input save the pressing touch of the latex and the bursts of breath.

Soon he began to daydream. The stress and tension of the day were forgotten as his body slowly surged toward the inevitable climax. He thought about what it would be like to share these latex moments with someone he cared about. The idea grew in his mind as he conjured up the image of the ideal latex mate. A woman with a lithe body that was sexuality accentuated by skin tight latex came slowly toward him. Her every movement was a symphony of sight and sound, for latex love is both a seeing and hearing experience. The light played softly on the mounds of her enclosed breasts and as he took her in his arms, their rubber skins touched and clung to each other as one.

In his mind, he stroked her hooded cheeks and drew her mouth to his, kissing deeply the mouth hidden by the mask. They fell to the bed together and he wrapped the sheet around them. She pushed him down to her legs where he opened the zip, exposing her soft love mound. His tongue darted to her clit and began to bring her to the edge of ecstasy. She demanded his immediate attention. Opening the zip of his suit, he released his sheathed cock and thrust himself deep inside her exposed pussy. They exploded together and, as the passion subsided, she removed her hood. To his surprise, Scully was the mysterious mistress with whom he had shared the ultimate ride into latex bliss . . .

The bursting breath shifted in intensity. He began to move within the confines of the bag. In a shout of passion, he exploded into the long buried sheath of the shorts which was the first layer of latex. The intensity of the climax took him by surprise. Every muscle focused on the thrusting, pulsating appendage that was his cock. He filled the sheath with hot cum. His member now slipped and slid inside the cum-filled rubber protection.

Exhausted, he relaxed, unable to move. He lay there for an unknown time as his breathing slowly returned to normal. His thoughts wandered back to the dream . . . It was often a different circumstance. Sometimes the mistress would dominate him, binding him into a bag, and using him as she pleased. Sometimes he would be in command. Often they shared equally in the sub/dom roles. But always the woman was Scully when she removed her hood.

He supposed that Scully was the woman he was closest to. They worked together and trusted one another. They put each other�s life in the other�s hands every day. Even her perfume had that sweet smell which sometimes reminded him of soft latex . . .

The perspiration released from his session was collecting around the small of his back. He knew it was time to release himself from his private rubber world and return to reality. The intensity of the latex session had cleansed his mind of the stress that he was under and he felt refreshed. He reversed the process of enclosure. He opened the exhaust valve of the hood and let the air slowly vent from the hood. He then opened the upper zip of the bag, releasing his arms as the zip opened from his lower body to his neck. He opened the lower zipper and worked his feet from the bag.

Standing, he pulled the bag from his head and unzipped the inflatable hood. Removing it, his vision returned. He removed one of the other hoods and sat for a moment savoring the return of his senses before proceeding with the disrobing. He heard a knocking at his door. Here he was dressed in rubber, and somebody was at the door!

The knocking persisted. He decided he could at least look through the peephole and see who it was. He reached the door and looked out into the hallway. It was Scully! Now here she stood unannounced at his door and he was dressed in layers of black rubber!

Mulder quickly pulled open some zippers and struggled to pull the skirted hood from his head. Removing the swimming cap, he opened the door to the chain and glanced around the corner.

"Scully! You've caught me at a bad time." The truth. "I'm just getting into the shower." Sort of the truth.

"I'm sorry, Mulder. I just had to see you. I was so abrupt with you today after work. Maybe it's because I care for you so much. I know that we work together and a relationship may not be right, but I need to talk to you."

"Why didn�t you call, Scully?" Mulder asked.

"You're the closest friend that I have, Mulder, and I needed to see you in person," she answered. "The problem is, I've got a secret which I have never been able to tell anyone. It�s one of the reasons that I haven�t gone out with anyone in quite some time. I thought maybe I could talk to you about my problem. I value your opinion, Mulder.

"You�re my friend. Can't you put something on and let me in? I feel funny talking to you through the crack in your door," Scully said.

He was in a box now! Here was someone who he had come to value as a true friend and even fantasized about as a lover, but had always believed inaccessible in that regard. If he opened the door now, she would be gone forever from his personal life and their professional life would be changed forever, but there was no way out. She sounded so distressed. He could not slip into something in any reasonable period of time and closing the door on her was equally out of the question.

"Alright, just a minute. Let me take the chain off the door. I�ll step back from the doorway and you can come on in. It�ll be unlocked."

Mulder shut the door, unchained it and stepped away. Scully opened the door. Of all of the reactions he could imagine Scully having from this sudden encounter with a rubber-clad man, the one that she had was the least expected.

"My gosh, Mulder, I wish I had known sooner." She said.

Scully opened her coat and undid the top buttons of her high-collared blouse, revealing the top of what could only be a red latex body suit.

"You'd better close the door," Mulder said.

She closed the door and came in. Turning to meet her, he reached for the exposed rubber above her heaving breast. She took his rubber clad hand and guided it to her mouth.

"Mulder, I think you will understand me." Letting her coat fall from her shoulders, she removed her blouse and pants. She came to him, pressing her shining rubber clad figure against his as they embraced.

"I guess that I should have realized that you enjoyed wearing those rubber surgical gloves at work a little too much," he smiled as he held her in his arms. "Should we talk about this a while?"

Scully looked him over. She noticed the hastily discarded hood. She said, "No talk. You'd better put that back on."

With her assistance, he soon had the hood back in place. Looking him over, she smiled.

"I'm going to like this," she said.

"I'm wearing several layers of rubber right now. I think I'd better take some off," Mulder said.

"No, not tonight. We have a lot of time to make up for."

Mulder took her hand. Realizing it was no dream, he led Scully, his friend, his partner and soon-to-be lover, to his bed room.

"You are kinky, Mulder! I thought that it just ended with the videos." she exclaimed eyeing the inflatable hood and the bag. "Better put that on, too."

Mulder took the hood in his hand and placed it back over his face. This was no dream, he thought. It seemed so hard to believe after all this time that they had known one another.

"Now, let's see what you look like all packaged up and ready for a trip."

Scully slipped the bag over his head, closed the zipper along the back of his head, and pushed him to the bed. She helped his feet into the sack and closed the lower zipper. She grasped the outer tongue of the upper zip and pulled it closed, sealing him once again in the confines of the tight rubber sheath.

"You'd better pump that hood up nice and tight! I want to see the hood of the sack nice and bulging!"

Mulder began to pump the bulb. The pressure built as the latex pressed again to his face. As from a distance, he could hear the sound of Scully rummaging through the room. He suspected that she was looking at some of his collection.

"I've got to put this on you," he heard from the distance created by the inflated hood.

The bag opened. She pushed something under him and was soon working with attaching something across his waist. She took his wrists and soon had them snug inside latex bindings. She locked them closed, something he had never been able to do by himself. His hands were secure at his side.

"Now you can't do anything on your own."

She closed the sack up again. He could only squirm in the bag. Suddenly, she was on him. She pushed herself to him, rubbing him through the rubber layers. Her hand found the bulb of the hood pump. She started pumping it more, "You don't have it full enough."

Her rocking motion became more intense. "Don't worry about me, Mulder, I've a big dildo inside of me and rocking against you is bringing on the most incredible waves of pleasure."

He thought, why am I worrying? Ha. She has only strapped me into my own sack and immobilized me completely.

He was totally at her mercy. She could leave him there and escape would be next to impossible. She could cut off his breathing tube and death would come in minutes! Once again, he had placed his life in her hands. At these thoughts, and with her continued rocking and moans, his manhood sprang to life. As if his body were punctuating the need for life which his thoughts were ignoring, his attention and focus were brought back to the urgent sexual requirement of his groin.

For a moment he was on the brink of the abyss, then he was over the edge. He exploded into the sheath of his pants. His breath exploded in an unmistakable accompaniment to the release below.

On top of him, Scully, sensing his explosion of passion, exploded in her own climax. She literally ripped open the bag. Deflating and removing the hood, she turned her to him. Unzipping her convenience zipper and removing the dildo, she pushed herself into his face.

"Tongue me, Slave. I want to feel your tongue deep inside of my pussy!" She said, showing Mulder a kinky, passionate side he never knew existed.

He could do nothing but comply. He was quickly rewarded with another explosion of animal intensity as she went rigid. She collapsed on him in exhaustion. After some minutes, she stirred and turned to face him. She put her hooded face next to his and looked into his eyes.

"That was incredible, Mulder!" was all she said as she gasped.

She plunged her tongue through the mouth opening and deep into him. Her kiss brought on another stirring of his rod. She drew back and smiled from behind her hood.

"Rubber brings up the best in you, doesn't it."

"Pun me no puns," Mulder said.

She unbound his hands and let him take her.