Disclaimer: This is a fictional story for Adult entertainment purposes.

Now, to the story…

FBI agents Fox Mulder and Dana Scully were heading for a small town called Hood River in Oregon. Over the past several months a series of serious sexual assaults had taken place, with a number of young women being brutally raped, vaginally and anally. Local police believed the perpetrator was using some kind of custom Sex toy as each victim had suffered invasive attacks which left them badly hurt, their orifices stretched beyond any human dimensions. By some miracle no one had been murdered by the brutal penetrations.

As Mulder drove the car, Scully was reviewing the case files. The paperwork included statements from the victims, photographs of their stretched vaginas and gaping rectums, and lab work of the semen and other DNA evidence that had been recovered.

“Mulder, I still don’t get why you’re taking on this wild goose chase. It’s fairly obvious that these victims were attacked by some deranged pervert with a psychotic hatred for women. The use a phallic weapon would seem to indicate the attacker has some form of sexual dysfunction. In essence using a surrogate penis to make up for his own physical shortcomings.”

“Scully, the victim’s state they were attacked by a very large hairy beast. A creature, or creatures, that are exceedingly well-endowed. The attacks occur during the same time of the month every few months in a repeating cycle. It’s Bigfoot, Scully. Perhaps one who has lost his mate or been ostracised from a tribe.”

“Not this again, Mulder.”

“Come on, Scully. The victims describe a Sasquatch-like creature. The physical wounds could not be made by a human male. Recovered semen samples are not from a human. Sightings of Bigfoot in this area of Oregon date back decades. I believe the timings of the attack demonstrate a mating cycle.”

They’re not the only ones with a cycle, she thought. She was close to her period and her moods were swinging.

“Mulder,” she said, exasperated, “Only a couple of the victims could give any kind of description of their attacker. Reading these, it seems more likely to be an admittedly large man with long hair. Perhaps one suffering from Ambras syndrome. Given some of the other details, he may be a drifter or hobo, returning to the same areas routinely.”

“And the semen?”

“There are a number of disorders that could affect a man’s sperm, resulting in lab results just like these reports.”

“It’s Bigfoot, I know it. Don’t you understand, Scully? This case could finally give us the evidence we need to legitimise the X-Files.”

They continued to argument as they drove, neither willing to concede their standpoint. Several miles later they drove past a rustic sign: Welcome to Hood River. After a few minutes of driving through a picturesque north-western town, their grey sedan pulled up out front of the sheriff’s office.

Getting out of the rental car and looking around what appeared to be the town’s main street, Dana said, “Peaceful looking place. Hard to believe such brutal crimes could take place anywhere like this.”

“Is it a crime we’re investigating or nature? Brutal and savage, but the natural instinct of any living creature to continue its species,” Mulder said.

“Whatever you say, Mulder.”

“Maybe the sheriff has something more to add to the reports,” Fox said, heading towards the police station.

Standing behind the front desk was a tall, broad-shouldered deputy, an arrogant air about him. His tan uniform was tight, well pressed and clean.

“Afternoon, sir, ma’am. How can I help you?” he said, flashing a bright smile at the small red-headed woman. Stuck up, prim-and-proper looking, he thought. Sexy. I’d take a run at that.

Dana Scully was wearing a navy blue suit, the blazer utterly failing to disguise her large chest under a white blouse. The tight knee-length skirt hugged her arse, drawing the eye to her sexy round cheeks. Her black court shoes didn’t do much to add to her height.

Returning the smile, Scully felt herself blushing. Damn, I get so Horny at this time of the month. He is good looking though. A big strapping manly man, she thought, letting Mulder lead the introductions.

“Hi. I’m Special Agent Fox Mulder. This is Special Agent Dana Scully. We’re here from the FBI to investigate the recent sexual assaults.”

Inside the office, sitting behind his desk was an immensely overweight white-haired old man. Busy eating some chicken, he looked up at the visitors.

“Oh yeah, we’ve been expecting you. Come on in,” he said, wiping his chins with a napkin.

“Let me,” said the tall deputy, lifting the counter top and opening the half-gate. Smiling at Agent Scully and openly checking her out he added, “I’m Deputy Tom Callahan.”

“Good to meet you deputy,” said the red head, glancing him up and down in turn. Uniform pants are tight. And that certainly could be a concealed weapon, she thought, looking at the large bulge in his crotch appreciatively.

Oblivious to the sparks starting to fly between his partner and the deputy, Fox headed for the fat sheriff. He didn’t try to shake hands, not wanting to get covered with chicken grease.

“Sheriff…?” he asked, wanting to confirm he was talking to the right person.

“Coleman, Buford Coleman.”

“Good to meet you Sheriff Coleman. Can you tell me about the latest victim?”

“I’m afraid to say there was another one just last night, agent,” the sheriff said, shaking his head sadly. “Real nasty. Beautiful blonde woman, hiking in the woods attacked and ravaged by this sick bastard. Er, pardon my French ma’am,” he said, grimacing at Agent Scully. “Left her snatch stretched so bad she wouldn’t feel a baseball bat up there now.”

“And her arse,” the deputy chimed in, looking at Scully’s bum, imagining what panties she was wearing under her skirt. Wouldn’t mind fucking that arse myself.

Looking over her shoulder, Dana saw Callahan ogling her backside. Smiling, she swayed her hips, seeing the man’s eyes following. What’s gotten into me? she thought, but well aware it was her hormones out of sorts, making her randy.

“Yeah, that too. Left it gaping like a city manhole missing its cover,” the sheriff added.

“Do you have any evidence gathered yet?” Mulder asked, fixated on the possible identity of the attacker.

“Callahan, get the pictures from last night’s crime scene. Actually, bring the entire file,” he added. Turning to Mulder, “We’ve got plenty of photos going back years. When we find out who this, I’ll make him pay,” the sheriff said, hand absently reaching for his holstered pistol.

“Or what did this,” Mulder said.

Scully raised an eyebrow behind him. Not his Bigfoot theory again, she thought, exasperated once more.

“Where was the last crime scene?” Fox asked, eager to get on the hunt to prove his hypothesis.

“Hmm, few miles out of town, back the way you would have come I expect. We can head out now if you’d like. Best leave now before the sun goes down,” the sheriff said, struggling to stand up. “We’ll take my Bronco,” he said, wheezing as he made his way to the front door.

“Thank you, sheriff.” Turning to his partner, Fox said, “Scully, why don’t you stay here and examine the photographic evidence. See if you can uncover any leads.” With that, he followed the puffing sheriff out the door.

“Sure, Mulder,” Dana said to his retreating back. At least I’ll have the company of that handsome deputy, she thought. Glancing over to him, standing by a table now occupied with photo evidence. She hid her smile, seeing his eyes locked on the curve of her butt.

Having a job to do, Special Agent Dana Scully was sat at a table, looking through the photographs of crime scenes and victims. She was feeling very Horny as she looked at picture after picture of stretched and abused vaginas and rectums.

Clearly a very, very large object had been used to rape these women. What is he using? What does it look like…what does it feel like? Fucking in and out, stretching these holes. Stretching my holes? Damn it, I wish I could get my period and settle my hormones.

Between her legs, she could feel a gathering moistness and knew it was Pussy juice. I’m so Horny and wet, she thought, continuing to look at the nasty, obscene yet arousing images. I shouldn’t find these exciting. These are victims, she chastised herself. But what would it feel like?

But it wasn’t just the images and nasty thoughts circling her mind that had her Hot.

Mulder and Sheriff Coleman had been gone for a while now. And the entire time she had been ‘examining’ the photographs, she had felt Deputy Callahan examining her, his eyes burning as he sat across the table, looking down her white blouse (she had taken her blazer off earlier). Or standing behind, leaning over her shoulder to get a better view. She was convinced he had been walking around checking out her arse as well.

And of course, he had ‘dropped’ his pen several times, necessitating him just having to go under the desk to retrieve it. It was such a school boy thing to do. But that hadn’t stopped her parting her knees, opening her legs so he could take a peek at her white panties. My Hot panties, she thought. My tight Hot panties, she corrected herself.

Inside her underwear, Scully was wearing a panty liner. Her period was still a day or so away but she had long ago gotten into the habit of inserting a liner well aware of how wet and randy she got at this time of the month. If it wasn’t for that, my panties would be soaked through. The pad feels sodden with my cunny cream as it is, she thought.

Realising the room was getting darker, Scully looked up to see Deputy Callahan pulling down the shades, covering the windows.

“Deputy, why are you closing the shades?” Dana asked, having her own suspicions as to his intentions. And her hopes.

“Well ma’am, these are some pretty graphic images you’re staring at. And it occurred to me that we wouldn’t want any passers-by looking through the window and seeing…something they ought not to see.” He smiled cheekily.

“Uh huh,” she replied, a smile on her lips.

Sitting on the table next to the FBI agent, Callahan rested a knee on the table top, facing her. Looking over to the deputy, Scully’s eyes stopped when she saw the outline of a large hard penis under the tight tan uniform pants. Her Pussy throbbed.

Agent Scully was the hottest woman that Deputy Callahan had seen in a long time. She looked so stuck up, but he had clearly sensed how Hot she was for him. Hell, he could practically smell her in heat. No stranger to animal instinct, he knew she wanted it.

“It’s…Hot…in here, isn’t it?” the deputy said, unfastening his blue tie. Looking at the FBI agent’s cleavage, he started unbuttoning his uniform shirt.

Dana watched his fingers as they worked his buttons. As more were undone, he revealed his muscled chest, his abs. A shiver of Hot delight ran through her body, heat emanated from her crotch. More cunt cream seeped out of her. Oh, he’s a stud alright.

“Its… a bit…Hot, yes…” she struggled to say, mouth watering at the sight of the hard flesh revealed as the deputy opened his shirt fully.

“I feel so much better without that restraining shirt. Here, let me help you,” he said, getting off the table and stepping behind her. Running his hands slowly up and down her arms, he felt the Special Agent shiver. Looking down he could clearly see her nipples, hard and poking through bra and blouse. Yeah, she’s Hot for it.

“Do you want some help with this blouse?” he asked, resting his hands on her shoulders. Holding his breath, he awaited her answer at this make-it-or-break-it moment.

“Y…yes,” she stammered. Her beautiful face was flushed, entire body Hot, tits and Pussy throbbing. Her nipples were pressing achingly against her bra and her twat was bubbling with more cream. “Yes. Open my blouse off,” she said, breathing hard.

Strong hands moved down from her shoulders. Ignoring her buttons, they grasped her heaving tits, fingers wrapping over them and gently squeezing. The red head murmured and pressed her boobs against his groping hands.

His hands feel so good. I’m going to let him fuck me, she thought feeling her body responding to his touch.

Moving quickly now, the deputy undid the buttons of her blouse before pulling it open, revealing her big tits cupped by a sexy white bra. They were quickly cupped by his hands again as he fondled her. His breathing was heavy next to her ear.

“Come on Agent Scully, take your clothes off. You know you want to,” Callahan said removing his hands and taking a step back.

Almost in a daze, Scully stood and turned to face the handsome, burley man. She could feel the heat radiating from her crotch, her Pussy Hot and wet, her thighs warm and wanting to open. Under her hands, she felt her tits throbbing, nipples aching as she unclasped the front of her bra. Holding her bra and blouse open, she displayed her heaving chest to the man.

Callahan stared at her magnificent milky white tits. They were the size of large grapefruits, topped with hard dark nipples, small areola. He licked his lips.

Pulling down his zipper and unbuckling his pants, the deputy dropped them revealing his large, meaty cock poking out from a nest of dark pubic hair. The red headed FBI agent had him so Hot his dick was sticking straight up.

Pushing her boobs towards the man, Scully reached behind and unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs, a sexy rasping sound following the garment’s descent. Next she slid her white panties down to her knees.

Looking hungrily between her legs, Callahan saw a trimmed reddish blonde bush. Moist pink Pussy lips peeked beneath it, a string of cunt cream stretched between them. It seemed so much sexier than the shaved skanks he usually fooled around with. Eyes tracing the shapes of her legs, he looked into her panties and saw the panty liner. Getting closer for a better look, he saw the pad was only stained with the thick white cream that had obviously been dripping from the sexy agent. Some yellow stains marked where older cream or even pee had seeped out. Fuck, that’s Hot, he thought, now able to smell the woman. Yeah, she’s in heat.

Scully felt so slutty standing there in her low heels, blouse and bra open exposing her tits, golden crucifix nestled just above, skirt off, panties around her knees, panty liner visible. It had been a while since she had displayed herself so wantonly.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked, wanting to get fucked.

“Nah, but I aint gonna do your cunt anyway. Don’t want to stick my dick in your snatch and get it painted red. Know what I mean?” he laughed.

“So, you want to do me up the arse then?” Dana asked, only to eager to take a dick up the bum. She didn’t like condoms and avoiding any chance of pregnancy was a bonus, especially at this time of the month.

Without answering, the deputy guided the FBI agent back to the desk and bent her over it. What a sight he thought, drinking in the picture of Dana Scully’s arse up in the air, panties around her knees, the scent of her cunt filling the room. Looking closer, he peered at the red head’s arsehole. No butt virgin, she’s already winking. Like a mare in season. Spitting on his hand, Callahan rubbed the saliva over the head of his cock, coating it with his natural lubricant. Spitting again, he dribbled more saliva on the brown hole he was about to fuck.

Dana shivered, feeling her arsehole being prepped and then a finger pushed none too gently against her anus. Surprised, she gasped at the sudden intrusion but enjoyed it all the same. Forcing her sphincter to relax she felt her arsehole swallow the finger completely. The digit then thrust in and out of her, twisting and turning. Breathing deeply, she could feel her Anal ring relaxing.

“Deputy, I’m ready. Fuck my arse,” she said. Looking over her shoulder, she watched as Callahan withdrew his finger then sniffed it, sniffed her butt. Smiling at her, he closed his lips and sucked his dirty finger, tasting Dana’s rear chute.

“Hmm, tastes sweet actually,” the handsome man said, sucking his finger. “Ready?” he asked.

“Come on, make me scream!” Dana told him as she reached back and spread her arse cheeks. “Fuck my arse!”

Callahan placed the tip of his cock head on her twitching anus, grabbed her hips to keep balance, and shoved his prick into the Anal ring. It resisted for just a split second before flowering open and greedily accepting the big cock head.

“Oh! Fuck! Argh!” moaned Dana, grimacing in pain and pleasure as she was speared by the large dick pushing deeper into her rectum. The deputy was larger than any man she had taken before, and Scully felt her tight bunghole stretching. A wonderful burning sensation radiated out from the sphincter as the cock pushed through and went deeper. It hurts, but I Love it. She grimaced as another few inches sank into her body.

Rocking his hips slowly at first, the deputy delighted in feeling the FBI agent’s arsehole dragging along his dick tightly as he moved in and out. Damn, it’s like her arse is giving me a blow job, he thought. Building momentum, he started butt fucking her harder, pushing deeper with each thrust.

“This is the best arsehole I’ve ever been in,” he said, gripping Scully’s hips tighter.

“Yes! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ooh! Fuck my arse!” Dana screamed as the huge cock stimulated her Anal ring, her rectum, penetrated into her bowels. Forcing her hand between her legs, she rubbed against her engorged clitoris, pinching, rolling and tweaking it. It had been a long time since she’d been fucked this hard and well. Already she could feel a huge Orgasm approaching, maybe the best of her life. Matching the man’s thrusts, she began moving her hips, pushing back, meeting each thrust with one of her own. The organ was slamming into her bowels, over and over.

For several minutes her Orgasm built as she was sodomised hard, savagely. Her eyes managing to focus, she looked down at the photographs below her. Image after image of some perverts victims, close ups of stretched and ruined vaginas and rectums. Many left a gaping hole, seeping thick, gloopy white semen. Is that what my arsehole is going to look like? A gaping pit made by a hard pounding dick? And with those thoughts, Dana Scully erupted into Orgasm.

“God, yeah! Ooh! I’m Cumming! Argh! Cumming!” Dana screamed as she felt her Orgasm tearing through her body. Arsehole stretched, it convulsed, spasming along the rod still shagging her hard. Orgasm spreading throughout her body, Dana’s fingers danced over her clit and her Pussy exploded, expelling gush after gush of her white cunt cream. It splashed down into her panties, quickly soaking her panty liner. With such force, it spurted out across Callahan’s swinging balls.

Ramming himself balls deep into the writhing red head’s arse, Deputy Callahan rode her through her Orgasm. Teeth gritted, he fought not to cum himself, wanting, needing something more.

“Holly, Christ! That was the strongest climax I’ve ever had,” she gasped, looking at the panting deputy. Gently moving her hips, she felt the thick hard rod still buried inside her. “You didn’t cum?”

“Agent Scully, you are so beautiful. So Hot! Do you want to suck it?”

“Yes! Yes, take it out of my arse and make me suck your dirty cock!”

With a deep breath, Callahan slowly withdrew from the clasping rectum, sending delicious frissons of delight through the woman’s body. Taking her by the shoulders, he pushed her down into the seat she had been using earlier.

“Are you sure you want to suck it?” he teased, thrusting his hips forward, pushing his cock towards the Hot red head.