From: scullylectric3@yahoo.com   
      
     The "Sneak-Peek" excerpt ( in essence, a sex scene within a sex scene! ) is   
   given below exactly as it appears in the Microsoft Word version of the   
   screenplay "SEX,  COMEDY,  MYSTERIES  &  MORE  SEX," which has been uploaded   
   to the very top of the FILES    
   sections of thousands of Yahoo! Groups devoted to either of the following   
   categories:   
                   Gillian Anderson   
     Dana Scully   
     X-Files   
     Carmen Electra   
     Torrie Wilson   
     Patricia Heaton   
     Julia Louis-Dreyfus   
     David Duchovny   
     Mitch Pileggi   
     UFOs   
     Government Conspiracies   
     Fan Fiction   
      
      
      
      
     Here's  just  a  taste:   
      
          Bobby continued pounding and pounding Gillian’s slushy snatch with his   
   skewering schlong but couldn’t help notice the golden, iridescent acting   
   trophies on obvious display on the mantel a few feet ahead.  Gillian had been   
   awarded most of these for    
   her work on “The X-Files.”  The prismatically glittering objets d’vanité   
   seemed to take on a power of their own as convection currents pulsated   
   radially away from them and attempted to magnetically ensnare Bobby in their   
   otherworldly dreamscape.  He    
   tried to ignore them by instead concentrating on the shocking scene of   
   unspeakable depravity he and Gillian were industriously participating in.  She   
   was still locked into the doggy-style position by his sinewy, rippling arm   
   around her hips:  Her low-   
   hanging, sun-tanned, 44DD cow-udders flopping forward and smacking against the   
   elbows of her outstretched arms and then swinging just as roughly backward and   
   slapping against her oily lap, smacking and slapping, smacking and slapping,   
   again   
    and again -- the half-gallon of encapsulated saline solution sloshing around   
   inside of each distended milk-jugg unmistakably audible.   
          Behind her, Bobby maintained his balance on his knees on the seat   
   cushion of the damaged sofa, as he continued ramming his purple-crowned,   
   vein-webbed, corn-on-the-cob into and out of Gillian’s husking meat-grinder.    
   Inadvertently, he glanced up    
   again for only an instant at the ethereally gleaming acting trophies that were   
   still on Gillian’s mantel shelf but seemingly closer, and this time the   
   paranormal force field emanating from them held fast and Bobby was helplessly   
   lost.  His vision became    
   kaleidoscopic, and his eyes glazed over as if on a heroin trip.  Suddenly, his   
   consciousness was frighteningly thrown into his most persistent nightmare   
   scenario:  Him jumping out from the concealing shadows and surprising Special   
   Agent Dana Scully in    
   Mulder’s office while she was alone dropping off one of her summary reports.   
      
     ~~~zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz … zzzZZZzzz~~~   
     ~zzZzz~  Bobby easily overpowers and pushes Scully onto Mulder’s desk in the   
   position of a gynecological exam, the back of her head coming to rest on a   
   stack of manila folders, and rips open her trenchcoat, suit jacket, and silky   
   blouse -- large and    
   small buttons popping everywhere.  With a quick flick of the wrist, he deftly   
   unsnaps her skimpy bra from the front -- the now-empty, satiny cups tumbling   
   to either side of her heaving chest -- and roughly squashes and fondles her   
   creamy, perfectly    
   shaped, B-cup (pre-implanted) breasts.  He rudely hikes her tight skirt up   
   over her flaring hips to her small waist, pulls the moistened crotch of her   
   tiny panties to the side and, in one violent motion, completely buries his   
   huge cock into her well-   
   lubed vestibule.  ~zzZzz~   
      
      
      
     ~zzZzz~  As Bobby starts stroking long and hard and deep into and out of   
   Scully’s recumbent body, he catches sight of two black metal objects darkly   
   glinting on Mulder’s desktop.  They are a pair of medium-sized, black, binder   
   clips together comprising    
   a makeshift spine for one of the thicker alien-abduction reports in Mulder’s   
   ever-growing collection.  Bobby temporarily lets go of Scully’s bent and   
   parted legs long enough to grab the amusingly anecdotal report, yanks the two   
   clips off of it, and    
   haphazardly chucks it over his left shoulder -- testimonials, drawings and   
   photos flapping and scattering everywhere.  He then mercilessly clamps both of   
   the strong binder clips onto Scully’s erect nipples, causing the redhead to   
   yelp out in pain and    
   scream profanities at her assailant.  He then reaches over to a different area   
   of Mulder’s desktop and clasps ahold of a chain of jumbo paperclips,   
   apparently assembled by “Agent Spooky” as he was idly wasting time on Uncle   
   Sam’s nickel.   
    Bobby quickly passes one end of the paperclip chain through the silvery metal   
   loop on Scully’s right nipple-clip and repeats the procedure on the left.  The   
   two nipple-clips thusly interconnected, he then pulls the middle of the chain   
   up, over and    
   behind his neck and braces it there.  ~zzZzz~   
     ~zzZzz~   This sado-masochistic bondage configuration allows him to pull   
   Scully’s tits up via the clips clamped onto her pain-stricken and   
   stretched-out nipples by simply arching his thickly muscled back against the   
   taut chain, making sure to coincide    
   these backward arches with his cock-thrusts into Scully’s gushing twat.  As he   
   maniacally carries out this superb BDSM performance, Scully, while pursing her   
   ruby-red lips and huffing and puffing like an Olympic sprinter, stares up at   
   him with a look    
   that’s equal parts hatred and carnal lust.  Right there, right then, she   
   decides to kill him, but only after he makes her cum.  ~zzZzz~   
      
      
      
     ~zzZzz~  As Bobby continues pummeling Scully’s pussy into the extremes of   
   mutual ecstasy, instead of resisting his advances, she furtively reaches   
   inside a reinforced inner pocket of her trenchcoat and locates her .44 Magnum   
   Colt Anaconda -- all 3.7    
   pounds worth of guaranteed killing machine -- the revolver fully loaded with   
   hollow-point bullets, and in one swift and graceful move (how in the world can   
   such a delicate, petite hand hold onto such a massive, clumsy object?) she   
   shoves its six-inch    
   barrel into Bobby’s mouth, the full length of the cold stainless steel   
   clicking against his teeth, scraping along his palate, and impacting severely   
   against the back of his gagging throat.  Scully cocks the hammer and felinely   
   growls, “Gimme the best    
   fuck of my life or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off!!”  Bobby instinctively   
   tries to pull back and away to safety, but, ironically, discovers to his   
   horror that he is tethered to Scully by his own chain around the back of his   
   neck and is   
    effectively anchored in place by the reverse-pull of her clamped tits -- well   
   within the reach of Scully’s outstretched arm and fully loaded pistol.  To   
   make crystal clear her intentions, Scully slowly turns the barrel of the gun   
   in Bobby’s mouth 90    
   degrees, exactly the way drug “gangstas” do it in the movies and music   
   videos.  Most certainly, Bobby is no longer the predator; he is now the prey.    
   ~zzZzz~   
      
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