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Amy Pond, Captured	By : Kurokami Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 28866 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note: This is the first chapter of my Amy, Captured series, which ran on a certain other site from January last year, and continues to run into its second series in the present. Posts will be coming quite rapidly, so if you like what you see, keep watching this space.
In terms of plot, this takes place immediately after Doctor Who’s 2011 Christmas special, and hence Rory and Amy are married, but not yet embroiled in the complications of series six. Though of course, it’s much more concerned with the Amy side of that equation, and on that note contains some pretty extreme bondage and non-consensual elements, so watch out there. Otherwise, enjoy.
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The button was pressed…
Amy Pond awoke, not with a start, but gently, as if awakening from a long nap. For a moment, she was groggy as the curtain of sleep fell away and the comfortable warmth around her cradled her still addled mind. It wasn’t long, however, before she realized that something was terribly wrong.
The room was unfamiliar. In her travels with the Doctor, Amy had become accustomed to unfamiliar rooms, but the fact that she had not exited the TARDIS to get to this one was cause for concern. And since neither the Doctor nor Rory was anywhere to be seen, the concerns just kept piling up.
She was also bound, which turned the situation from “concerning,” to “deeply frightening.” As her head wheeled wildly, fiery red hair flailing, she saw that she was shackled to a large cross-shaped device. Her legs were together, bound in the same solid metal ring, and her arms were splayed wide, contained in two sturdy manacles. The whole set up was suspended three feet off the ground.
She was facing a window, the thick glass displaying a panoply of stars winking gently against the cold void of space. The left corner of the window was playing host to a white planetary mass, just barely visible if Amy craned her head through its limited range of movement.
‘She’s awake, sir,’ came a voice from beyond Amy’s range of vision. It was female, and ice tinkled on every syllable.
‘Excellent, Shimizu. It’s good to see the system works,’ Came a second, male voice. ‘It cost enough, anyway.
‘The connection is stable, sir,’ Came yet a third voice, another girl. ‘We are ready.’
‘Mara, you’re a genius.’
‘What’s going on here?’ Amy called out, trying to keep her fear out of her voice.
‘Talking already?’ Said the male voice. ‘That’s ahead of schedule. Rotate her.’
There was the click of a switch being flipped, and Amy found the motors that suspended her prison whirring to life. She turned, her captors eventually visible to her.
At either side of the large, steel-grey room, the pair of women worked at computer consoles, the purpose of which Amy could only guess at. One was a tiny Asian woman with dark, cold eyes that glanced contemptuously at Amy, when they deigned to look her way at all. She was wearing a black button-down shirt and pants that were just tight enough to accentuate her dancer’s curves and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.
The other was a tall, statuesque blonde woman with constantly moving ice-blue eyes and a pair of dark red lips that were twisted into a wry smile. Everything about her expression belied a sense of vague amusement at the scene that was playing out around her. She was wearing a much more colorful outfit; a pink t-shirt with a happy cartoon donut on it and jeans so tight they must have been painted onto her graceful, well-muscled legs.
But it was the man between them that demanded Amy’s attention.
He was seated in a futuristic looking chair and glared up at the bound Amy with a combination of anticipation and intense coldness that sent a chill down her spine. He slouched low in his seat, but if he were to stand tall he would have been almost six-feet of wiry muscle and unbearably hip clothing. His short black hair was spiked in an impossibly complicated hairstyle, and he split into a wide grin as Amy watched him.
‘Hello, Miss Pond. So nice that we could finally meet in person.’ He said in a voice that was altogether too friendly. ‘I am Sander Hackett, but please, call me Sander.’
‘Why am I here?’ Amy asked, again straining to sound relaxed. ‘Where is this place? Where’s the Doctor?’
‘So many questions…’ Sander shook his head. ‘Well, you’re here to help me fulfill a certain endeavor that has been taking up much of my time for the past thirteen years. As to where we are… We’re currently on an asteroid in orbit around Carcer, the moon of the planet Vesperia. The year is 3375, by the way. I gather it can be very confusing, traveling through time. And yes, I did pluck you from the TARDIS.’
‘How do you know all this? And… could you let me down?’ Amy added, hopefully. Panic was rising through her, but she couldn’t become a slave to it. This Sander guy said he needed her help; maybe he could be receptive to requests.
‘Oh, I couldn’t do that,’ Sander laughed. ‘Not yet, anyway. You’re very important to me, Miss Pond. Amy, I suppose. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, now that I think about it. You see, Amy, you’re here to help me get my revenge on the Doctor.’
‘Oh, hell,’ Amy murmured. This didn’t sound good…
‘He will find me, you know.’ She said aloud. ‘He always does.’
‘I love it when you talk. Your accent is simply charming,’ Sander smiled. ‘And no, the Doctor will not be coming to your rescue. I took you from the TARDIS with a little temporal displacement device that myself and my assistants here have been working on for some time. Completely untraceable, you know. I made sure. And do you see that camera over there?’ Sander pointed to a lens jutting from one of the walls. ‘That’s transmitting straight to the TARDIS. With a delay, of course, so that we can edit any footage that may compromise our location. After all, it wouldn’t be revenge unless he saw it.’
‘Why are you doing this?’ Amy said. Her wrists were beginning to go numb. There was very little below her to support her weight, and she was taking an uncomfortable portion of it on her wrists and shoulders.
Sander’s eyes grew dark, and his face twisted under the weight of a new, strongly surging animosity. He stalked from his chair over to the prostrate Amy, running his hand down the side of her face. She jerked away from his touch, though total escape was impossible.
‘I’ll tell you. You have a right to know why this is happening to you, especially later. To know that this is his fault.’
Sander turned his back to Amy, and gestured to the blonde, ‘Mara!’ he exclaimed. Mara tapped in a number of commands. A segment of the floor in front of Amy drew back, and light poured out, arranging itself into a holographic display. The words “Hackett Industries” floated before Amy in a large, blue font.
‘I used to rule Vesperia, the planet below us. The government of New Earth funds the initial colonization of worlds like it, but they hand off the infrastructure of them to private organizations. I was the CEO of Hackett Industries, still am, I suppose, for what good it does me, and Vesperia was given to my company to run as we saw fit. Hackett Industries was a military contractor; we made combat robots and army drones. With that kind of firepower at my disposal, there was no force on the whole planet that could refuse my will. Vesperia was mine, its cities were mine, everything was mine.’
‘Sounds lovely for everyone else,’ Amy snapped, without thinking. It probably wasn’t smart to antagonize this man, but she couldn’t help it.
‘Your accent is becoming less inherently charming, Amy. Any further outbursts will be punished. Vesperia had an indigenous population in the form of the Vespers, a humanoid race that, in time, became assimilated into the expansion efforts.’
‘You turned the natives into slaves.’ Amy said icily.
‘Shimizu, punish her.’
The Japanese woman tapped at her console. There was a loud thumping noise as a small charge of electricity raced through Amy, making her cry out in pain. Stars danced before her eyes.
‘Mild pain reaction achieved. The estimates were good, sir.’ The Japanese woman, Shimizu, said.
‘Excellent.’ Sander turned to Amy, his face glowing eerily in the holographic light. ‘That was probably a nice dramatic shot for the Doctor, too, wherever he is. He’s probably furiously tracing our signal as we speak. Unfortunately for you the signal is being bounced randomly across time and space. I’ve had a long time to observe the Doctor at work and prepare for this day. He will never find us.’
‘Why do you hate him so much?’ Amy groaned, still a little dazed.
‘He came to Vesperia, you know. Thirteen years ago. Probably longer, by his reckoning.’ Sander gestured to Shimizu, who pressed some more buttons. The image on the projector changed, ‘That was what he looked like at the time. He’s changed his face twice, since then. Even so, he felt he needed to stop me and free the people under my command, human and Vesper alike. I was unprepared.’
On screen, the Doctor was standing before an immense computer. On screen, the words “System Failure” flashed in warning.
‘He disabled my robots, left me defenseless. I hadn’t considered human soldiers. They have a pesky habit of wanting to get paid. I fled Vesperia as an exile. The Doctor cost me everything I had.’
‘So, what?’ Amy said, her temper getting the better of her again. Her pretty features twisted with anger, ‘You were a petty dictator and the Doctor removed you from power? You don’t like it, so you kidnap me?’
‘The Doctor took everything from me; my land, my money, my power…’
‘No more than you deserved.’ Amy retorted.
‘My wife.’
Amy gasped, her eyes widening. The images on screen had changed into a violent riot on the streets of a vast city. Vesperia was burning.
‘I got away because I was at home,’ Sander said in a hollow voice. ‘Elsa was out shopping. Normally the drones would have protected her, but they went down when the Doctor was “saving” everyone. My wife became a prime target for the angry mob. They tore her apart.’
Sander’s fists clenched, teeth grinding together. The holographic display switched off, and the room suddenly seemed to be bereft of any light.
‘My wife died, and I became a monster. A Genocide. Because at the same time the humans of Vesperia were toppling my establishment, they were killing what was left of the Vespers.’
‘What?!’ Amy exclaimed, shocked.
‘Oh yes!’ Sander said in an eerie calm. ‘They were still human, my subjects. They still hated the Other enough to want to be alone on Vesperia. The Vespers were just barely tolerated because my drones were protecting them! They were valuable, but apparently only to me! I get blamed for my own reign, and for the genocidal rampage that followed my disposal. In the records of history, the name of Sander Hackett is reviled.’
‘How can that…’ Amy began.
‘You see, Amy? That is the truth of the aid the Doctor gives! He swans in, so full of mercy for those who can’t help themselves. Then he fixes everything… And then he leaves. And the consequences of his actions fall on the shoulders of those he leaves behind. He never stays and watches. What he intends and what actually occurs are two different things, once he’s flown away to the next adventure. I was just a pit stop on his way to something more important. His arrogance cost me everything, and the Vespers, too.’
Amy opened her mouth. She closed it again, trying to marshal her thoughts into a coherent sentence. ‘You were still a dictator. You had to be stopped.’
‘THAT DOESN’T MATTER!’ Sander bellowed, his voice so loud that even Mara and Shimizu jumped. Amy shrank back against her restraints.
‘He doesn’t know what’s best for everyone, The Doctor.’ Sander spat. ‘He’s not god, he has no reason to act otherwise. But now we come to the really tricky part. Once I had resolved myself to revenge, how do I go about it? What could possibly hurt the Doctor as much as he hurt me? It’s tricky, that. I can’t just kill him. He would merely change his face. If I kill his companions, then he just moves on. He’s lost countless friends, and he always moves on. I’ve been watching for some time: Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble… The Doctor never travels alone, but once he changes his face he forgets all about them. Like they’re nothing.’
Sander was pacing the floor incessantly now, his boots ringing out tinnily on the steel below.
‘And then he changed again, and found you. Young and pretty, and recently married, to boot! The answer came to me then. Don’t let him forget. Death just means that the memory can fade. Keep the Doctor keenly aware of the agonies that his friend is going through, but ensure that he is unable to stop it.’
Amy swallowed nervously. She hadn’t thought that it was possible, but this situation had taken a turn for the worse.
‘You should know that you will never be rescued. I intend to keep you forever. You’re just another casualty of the Doctor and his wonderful charity.’ Sander said.
‘W-what are you going to do to me?’ Amy stammered.
‘You’re so young, and beautiful,’ Sander turned to look Amy in the eye. ‘You’re going to be my sex slave, Amy.’
‘Like hell I am!’ Amy shouted.
‘Oh, I never expected you to like it, my dear. That’s sort of the point. The Doctor strikes me as the kind of person who doesn’t exactly value his own life. He cares more about others than himself, especially those he travels with. Originally I was just going to kill the Doctor’s current companion, but when I saw that she looked as good as you do, I polled my associates here, and we unanimously decided that banging you would be more fun. I could hurt you- actually, I might anyway- I could kill you, and that would hurt the Doctor. But if I keep you as my pet, if I fuck you, well… That’s something he’s never encountered before, I’ll bet. And he’s still got your new husband on board the TARDIS with him, isn’t that a nice bonus? They’ll both watch every minute, as I use you, humiliate you, whatever. And the Doctor will blame himself, I’m sure.’ Sander said bitterly. ‘His type always do. But there will be no rescue for you, my pet. He won’t be able to sacrifice himself to save you. He’ll just have to watch on. That fucker will remember this, I swear it.’
‘You’re going to rape me? To get to the Doctor? You’re insane! I won’t let you!’ As she said it, Amy realized how stupid it sounded, and how vulnerable her position was.
‘Not just me,’ Sander grinned manically. ‘Mara and Shimizu, too. They both lost out in the Vesperian rebellion too. We have you all to ourselves. Such fun we’ll have. Lower her, Mara.’
The cross whirred as Amy was slowly lowered to the ground, and then maneuvered into a horizontal position. Sander appeared above her.
‘Why delay it any longer? Thirteen years is enough. I’ll start by breaking you in, but I want you to remember whose fault this is. The Doctor started this.’
Sander produced a long silver knife and, without fanfare or ceremony, began to carefully drag it down the front of Amy’s blue t-shirt. The fabric gave way easily, and with a slight tearing sound as the knife traveled down her collarbone, between her breasts and down her stomach. Sander moved the two halves of her shirt aside, and Mara and Shimizu joined him to admire her body.
Amy’s stomach was smooth and taut with stress, the flawless, creamy skin aching to be touched. Unbidden, Shimizu reached out a hand to stroke her bare skin, but Sander slapped her hand back.
‘She’s mine first. You’ll get your chance.’
‘Please don’t do this…’ Amy moaned, closing her eyes in despair.
‘Oh, Mara…’ Sander sighed in exasperation. ‘Gag her, will you?’
Mara slipped aside, and Amy felt her moving above her head. Mara’s strong hand gripped Amy’s jaw, and a red ball gag was forced between her lips, and tied around the back of her head. Amy moaned through the gag, a sound that seemed to be entirely too pleasurable for the three standing around her.
‘She sounds even sweeter now,’ Shimizu observed with a cheeky smile.
‘Very true,’ Sander murmured. He made a few more cuts to Amy’s sleeves, and was able to pull her shirt entirely free of her body. He discarded it into a trash bin.
‘Won’t be wearing anything but what we allow from now on,’ Mara grinned toothily.
Amy’s bra covered breasts rose and fell with every increasingly panicked breath. Sander savored the movement of them, admiring the elegant black lace of her bra before cutting through the material between the cups with a little “ta-da” sound. The bra, Amy’s last protection against these madmen, fell away. She struggled uselessly against the thick steel shackles that kept her wrists in place.
Amy’s breasts were perfect high-b cup numbers, remaining firm and round despite her horizontal position. Her little pink nipples grew erect in the artificially cold air, and Amy flushed with shame and turned her head away.
Sander’s hand drifted out absently and came to rest of the bare skin of Amy’s knee, sliding up the inside of her thigh almost dreamily. He removed it before his fingers traveled up her short denim skirt. His palm rounded the smooth curve of her hip, up past her belt and on to her stomach. His fingers tickled inside the perfect roundness of her navel causing her to squeal in pained laughter- to Sander’s surprise, Amy was very ticklish- before traveling up her chest to scrape the underside of her breast.
Soon, his palm hovered over her stiff nipple, kneading and fondling the sensitive flesh. Tears welled in Amy’s beautiful eyes as Sander showed every sign of relishing her predicament.
‘You may join in.’ Sander said in a quiet voice. Mara and Shimizu gleefully accepted his invitation, their hands exploring Amy’s body in the same way Sander had, running up her perfect waist, legs and hips. The two girl’s hands would only rarely contact her breasts, which seemed to be Sander’s domain alone. He spent time caressing each perfect tit, toying with them in a variety of ways. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, playing with them and causing a flush of embarrassed heat to flow through Amy.
Her tears were running freely now as she was molested, tiny moans and breathless whimpers escaping her juicy red lips as they wrapped around the big ball gag. An insistent wet pressure had been added to her breasts the moment Amy squeezed her eyes closed. She looked down, and moaned in despair: on one side, Sander was sucking and licking her nipple. On the other, Shimizu was doing the same.
Amy’s sobs increased in volume as an insistent heat and pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach. The weight of her wedding ring, still poised on her ring finger, seemed tremendous. If she craned her neck, she could see it glinting in the artificial glow. Sander had apparently thought of everything, doubtless he had left her wedding band on to humiliate and shame her even further.
Sander’s hand had roamed to the buckle of her belt, the metal glinting coldly in the halogen light as Amy was slowly stripped down. Her belt was pulled off, joining her shirt and bra in the trash. Her skirt was cut away, powerless against the insistent blade of Sander’s knife. Mara and Shimizu continued to caress her bare skin, goose bumps drawn in the wake of their touch.
For Sander’s part, things were going very well. He had designed this initial scenario to be visually dramatic; the knife was probably an unnecessary touch, but Sander could only imagine that it lent a certain danger and visual punch to the proceedings. After all, it wouldn’t be right to bore the viewing audience.
He imagined the Doctor, trying furiously to stop what was happening, following the trail of dead-ends and false turns that Sander had built across the entirety of the universe. The technology was revolutionary, but it was amazing what a person could do given the correct motivation. Everything on this asteroid had been purpose built to thwart the Doctor and his TARDIS.
He watched as Amy’s skirt parted under his knife, flung to the sides of the table by the broken elastic. Mara’s surprisingly strong hands plucked the skirt out from under Amy’s pert, perfect ass.
And there she was, clad only in thin black panties, looking just… wonderful. Sander stopped for a moment to admire his captive. His eyes traveled the entirety of her sweeping, elegant curves, down the pristine skin of her hourglass waist to her long, well-toned legs. Tied down as she was, splayed and vulnerable, Amy Pond looked positively breathtaking. Sander contemplated lifting her back up into the air again, to give the camera a better look at her, but decided against it.
‘Well now,’ Sander grinned, shifting to one side and pointing at the camera. ‘Care to smile for the Doctor, Amy? He’s getting an eyeful, probably, but I’m only just getting started.’
Amy whimpered as Sander slid his knife into the waistband of her panties, slicing through the delicate material like it wasn’t there. It was the work of but a moment to finish disrobing the helpless girl.
‘So pretty…’ Sander murmured. ‘Spread her.’
Mara skipped away with predatory glee and tapped at a few more buttons. The metal of the shackle around Amy’s leg went liquid and split into two as her legs were slowly impelled apart, revealing her pussy to the three captors and the camera beyond them. Fresh tears came to Amy’s eyes as she realized that she was not only being exposed to these three strangers, but to the Doctor and Rory also.
Amy’s pussy was neat, her dappling of orange hair trimmed back so that it hung neatly over her sweet pink slit. Her outer lips had petalled and spread as her captors had molested her, and if Sander craned his neck downwards he could just see her clit popped slightly from its hood.
When she was naked like this, Amy Pond was truly a work of art, positively statuesque. Sander had seen much of the universe in his lifetime, and had previously thought that there was no god. A naked Amy Pond, however, presented a strong case for some form of intelligent design, at least. Sander looked at what he had wrought; this unbelievable girl, spread naked and helpless before him like a buffet table of carnal delights, his two assistants staring at Amy with expressions Sander could only characterize as “hungry,” and, best of all, the unseen audience unable to stop the violation from continuing.
Silently, Sander reached for his fly. His zipper descended, and he fished out his hungry cock, already erect at a solid seven inches. This was the moment he had been waiting for; the point of no return. Proceeding from here would truly push him over the line and make him a real villain in his own story. And yet it didn’t even surprise him how little he cared. His conscience had long ago warped to accept a new set of criteria.
Amy struggled against her shackles as Sander approached, her moans becoming more plaintive and strident as he pressed the head of his cock against her vulnerable opening. Mara let out a manic little giggle as Sander stood, the tip of his penis pressed into her moist folds, his head held high. He reached out, over the delectable peaks and valleys of Amy’s body, and pulled the gag from her mouth. It was good that the camera should hear her crying out as he fucked her.
‘No, no, no, please no,’ Amy gabbled rapidly as her sore jaw was allowed to close. ‘Don’t do this to me…’
‘If you play with the Doctor, you get hurt,’ Sander said, acid positively dripping from his voice. ‘You’re just another victim of his obsession with fixing those he deems to be broken. Like my wife. Like Mara’s girlfriend, or Shimizu’s wife, and countless others that died in the rebellion. But look on the bright side, dear Amy Pond: at least you’ll live through this.’
Sander stood motionless, savoring the moment, listening to Amy’s sweetly deep breaths, looking into her liquid brown eyes as they pleaded with him. Then he pushed forward.
His dick slid smoothly into Amy’s wet depths. He was slightly surprised to find that she was a little wet already; her body having reacted to being touched by the three strangers. She gave a long whimper as Sander penetrated her, shaking her head from side to side.
‘Please stop…’ She sobbed.
He began to screw her slowly, drawing the length of his cock in and out, scraping against her most sensitive places. Despite all his talk of revenge, Sander found Amy almost unbearably hot, and it was difficult not to just go to town on her and fuck her as hard as he wanted. But that could come later. There was so much that lay in their collective future; Sander, his assistants and their precious captive. Now was the time to take it slowly, get to know the ins and outs of Amy’s body, and then use them against her to make her cum.
Sander grinned inwardly.
Outwardly, his lust-filled eyes bored deep into Amy’s as he kept the fingers of one hand threaded into her hair, forcing her to look at him. Occasionally his thumb would press against her lips, trying to slip into her mouth. She guarded against this new intrusion, but it was no use against the vastly better positioned Sander, who would slip past her succulent lips to press against the silken wetness of her tongue. She would attempt to repel him with tiny “Mmm!” sounds, but the idea had been planted in Sander’s mind. He would enjoy seeing what other uses her mouth could be put to in the future.
At every stroke, the slight curvature of Sander’s cock would brush against a spot deep inside Amy’s pussy that sent bolts of fiery pleasure up her spine. She fought against it, setting her jaw and tightening the muscles in her legs to avoid reacting to the blooming ecstasy. But a particularly deep thrust betrayed all that; the head of Sander’s cock rubbed deep inside her, and Amy moaned involuntarily, her hips bucking to meet Sander’s.
There was a moment of stunned silence as the three jailers glanced at one another and tried unsuccessfully to stifle fits of giggling, ‘Well, well…’ Sander grinned.
His free hand slipped down between Amy’s legs. She tried to turn her hips away from his encroaching fingers, to no avail. His thumb found her clit, and pressed down, hard. Amy screamed.
‘Ooh, I like that sound,’ Mara laughed. Sander nodded in agreement, and the game was on.
With a skill that surprised Mara and Shimizu, Sander began to tease Amy mercilessly. His fucking slowed even further, taking his strokes longer and as deep as he could into her swollen depths. Every movement inside Amy was a blaze of sexual agony, and the muscles of her thighs clenched uselessly. Her litany of moans and whimpers grew louder, music to her captor’s ears. And through it all, Sander kept up a gentle, fluttering stroking of her enflamed clitoris.
‘No… No- Uh! No more!’ Amy moaned breathlessly. ‘I can’t take it!’
‘No more what, Amy?’ Shimizu asked impassively.
Amy clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as the incessant stroking and fucking continued, ‘No more of… Of this, Ahh! I need… I need- Oh!’
Mara smiled and leaned in close to Amy’s ear, ‘You need what, slut?’
‘You know!’ Amy cried, and then cried out again as Sander pressed hard on her tender button.
‘I’m afraid I don’t, Amy,’ Sander grunted. ‘You’d better say it, if you need it.’
Mara gave a little giggle, clearly immensely entertained by this exercise. Shimizu followed suit.
‘Oh, fine!’ Amy yelled. ‘I need to cum! Is that what you wanted, you sick fucks!’
‘That’s great, Amy. Your body is much more receptive than I would have hoped, given the circumstances,’ Sander smiled kindly. ‘But you’re going to have to beg for it, if you want to cum.’
‘I don’t want to cum,’ Amy hissed. ‘I don’t want you fucking me at all. I need to, and you’re not letting me. I won’t beg for you to keep raping me.’
‘That’s fine,’ Sander shrugged. ‘But I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing until you do beg. I can go all day, it’s up to you to tell me what you want, sweetheart.’
She held on for a few minutes more, her muscles drawn tight as bowstrings and her teeth clenched to prevent herself from moaning. It got to the point that Sander didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out himself. But just before he let himself go, fresh tears sprang to Amy’s eyes, and she screamed in frustration.
‘Ah! Fine! I’m begging! Let me cum! Please, please, please let me cum, you fuckers! I’ll do anything!’ She screamed.
‘Well, since you asked so nicely…’ Sander laughed as her cheeks burned with shame below him. He gripped her clit roughly between thumb and forefinger and flicked it hard, driving his cock into her with everything he had. She shrieked as the floodgates opened, her hips bucking and thrashing wildly as her eyes rolled up into her head.
Her screams rattled the window as she was consumed body and soul by the most intense orgasm of her young life. It was like someone had poured hot lava into her clit. She was lost in it, and was only dimly aware when Sander came too, unloading shot after shot of his seed deep inside her. She didn’t think it was possible, but her cheeks flushed even hotter.
She came down slowly, breathing deeply and rapidly, her muscles slowly relaxing as she slumped back against the table. Sander slipped out of her as Mara and Shimizu cheered and high-fived each other. Their glee was infectious, and Sander found himself grinning from ear to ear.
‘Oh… You bastards…’ Amy whispered weakly, her eyes closing as tears rolled down her cheeks.
‘Aww, wasn’t that fun, pet?’ Sander cooed in her ear, licking a tear from her cheek. ‘Did we get it, Mara?’
‘Yes, sir. We now have a perfectly viable map of Amy Pond’s brain in a sexually aroused state.’
‘Perfect!’ Sander clapped his hands together. ‘Combine that with the template for anger, fear and the baseline that we already have, and…’
‘We can begin fabrication immediately,’ Shimizu said, tapping away at a keyboard.
‘Fabrication?’ Amy asked, her orgasm-addled brain still struggling to keep up. ‘Fabricate what?’
‘Why spoil the surprise, pet?’ Sander smiled. ‘We’ll be back when our new toy is finished, so just lie back and get some rest.’
Sander’s hand trailed down her naked form as his cum began to drip in tiny rivulets from her abused pussy.
‘Come on, ladies. Let’s leave our new friend to sleep.’ Sander motioned to his assistants, and the three of them slipped out of the room, the two girls whispering to each other in excited tones.
Amy was about to yell out when a nozzle descended from above her and sprayed her with a chemical smelling gas. The last thing she saw was a light above the door changing to display “locked,” before the darkness descended and sleep took her again.
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From where she was standing, the moon and the planet it orbited were rising. It painted the interior of the lab in soft white light, which Shimizu admired from her seat by the window. Her eyes had a dreamy, relaxed look about them as her mind wandered over the events of the last hour. As it finally settled on the image of Amy, bound naked in the other room. They had moved her, of course, but that image had looked too good for Shimizu to want to give up in a hurry.
Mara, on the other hand, was absorbed in the contents of a grey metal tray on the central lab bench. She leaned over the low standing bench, her long blonde hair falling like a golden curtain around her face. The device fascinated her, and her blue eyes searched every angle of it, short of actually touching it or picking it up. Her slightly upturned nose crinkled as her soft mouth split into a wide grin.
‘So… that’s it, huh?’ She said, scratching the back of her head. ‘I haven’t seen one of these since the last New Earth civil war. Never thought I’d see one up close…’
‘The fabrication took less time than we thought,’ Shimizu answered without turning her head from the cosmos beyond the glass. ‘Of course, it’s up to the boss as to when we actually use the thing. I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to hold off for a while.’
‘Well, sure,’ Mara turned to a large screen that dominated the far wall. ‘Seems like the good Doctor is still chasing a dead end. Whatever keeps him busy, I guess.’
On the screen, a stylized map of the universe spread out from one end to the other. A complex breadcrumb trail snaked its way across every inch of the map, and at one end a cartoon police box, a little chibi-TARDIS, was slowly following it. At the far end of the map, separate from the false trail, cartoon representation of Mara, Shimizu and Sander alternately laughed at the police box, or menaced a tiny, panicked cartoon of Amy Pond.
Sure, the map was a little silly, but it did serve a valuable purpose in depicting exactly how far along the Doctor had gotten in tracing the diverted video-link of Amy’s captivity. Even in the worst-case scenario, it was still a nice early warning system.
On a second, smaller screen, surveillance footage of Amy’s new cell streamed live. Technically, Mara was on guard duty right now, but it wasn’t exactly like Amy had anywhere to go.
On screen, Amy was making use of the well-furnished shower, and the cameras were positioned so that no angle was impossible. A lecherous grin stole over Mara’s face. It was kind of frustrating having Amy so close for her… use, but to be forbidden to act on her lust, but Sander was the man with the plan and, more importantly, the money to see it through. Mara gave a guffaw, and settled in to watch Amy’s unwitting little show.
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Vesperia was burning. Throughout the city, his robotic drones were failing, and the citizens were rioting. It had only taken a few minutes, really. The drones watched every open area; an omnipresent, inhuman system of guardians. Law and order under pressure, and it only took a moment of non functionality for that order to shatter like glass. There were people who would take advantage of that momentary lapse, and they had. And through it all, the Doctor watched. Amid the flames, the Doctor watched.
‘I tried to warn you…’ he said, in a voice filled with an equal mix of pity and disappointment. Sander’s hands balled into fists, yet he found himself incapable of leaping down the intruder’s throat and tearing him several new ones.
Even as the man… no, the alien retreated, turned and fled back to his ship to fly off to something new, to run away from what happened next… Sander couldn’t bring himself to move. His life was falling down around him and he couldn’t move. Only when he was alone did his senses return to him… only his wife wasn’t answering his phone and… And…
The television in his office was still on, and it was showing a live feed of the riots in progress, drawing closer and closer to his tower. And it was showing his wife. The cameras watched as the mob descended on her…
Sander’s eyes snapped open as the realization that it was, yet again, a dream, stole over him. He sat up and eyed the clock by his bedside; three in the morning. Of course, since the asteroid that Sander had built his new home on didn’t strictly have a day-night cycle, the twenty-four hour Terran time keeping system he used was really just a way of figuring out when he needed to sleep.
He was forced to replay his own fall from grace in his dreams every night. He had thought that it would stop once he had begun his revenge, but…
His hand swept his unruly fringe from his eyes as his other hand searched for the special panel on the wall. The screen panel filled up with light, and Sander was treated to the same footage of Amy taking a shower. His worldview immediately lightened. He might have the same recurring nightmare every night, but now he had a new toy to entertain him; one that was practically designed to keep him awake at night.
He slipped out of bed and hastily pulled on a shirt. Some signs were too obvious to ignore…
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Amy Pond had awoken to find herself in a new room. She was still naked, but she was overjoyed to find that she was no longer bound to that horrible metal table. Mobility was certainly a step up from where she had been.
She sat up, still a little tender from her first meeting with Sander, and looked around. She seemed to be in a well-furnished one-room apartment. The walls and floor were the same steely grey as the other room had been, but the overall atmosphere was much improved. She was sitting on a large, soft bed (with a giant headboard that Amy eyed suspiciously. She had been around the block enough to know what could be so easily chained to headboards like that one.) The far corner featured a shower cubicle, toilet and sink lined up in a row. There was also a fridge, some kind of futuristic microwave thingy, and a wardrobe.
A needlepoint hung from one wall, depicting the words “Home Sweet… Prison Cell.”
New things aside, however, Amy got up and ran for the door. It wasn’t exactly surprising that it was locked, but it had still been worth a try.
She found that she was ravenously hungry, and a quick inspection of the fridge revealed that it was full of food, the closest to hand of which was a tray of sandwiches that Amy quickly wolfed down. Hunger sated, the next item of business was trying to wash away a little of the unpleasantness of Sander’s attentions.
Modesty was obviously not an option here; camera lenses watched silently from every corner of the ceiling, and besides, those three bastards had seen literally everything there was to see anyway. Amy slipped into the shower and blasted herself with a jet of relaxingly warm water.
Of course, no amount of cleaning would erase what had already happened to her, but that didn’t mean that Amy wasn’t going to give it a damn good try. She lounged under the water for some time, feeling as though she could maybe forget, just for a little while, the dire nature of what was outside this room.
She left the shower, wrapped in an amazingly fluffy towel, to explore the contents of the wardrobe. Part of her hoped for Narnia beyond the aluminum doors, but what she found was racks upon racks of clothes. The selection was deeply disappointing; from Amy’s perspective, but she could see how Sander’s mind was working.
These clothes were designed to be torn off in a fit of passion. To be tied around wrists, or wadded up and stuck in mouths. They were designed for sex, basically.
There was lingerie en masse, racks heaped high with rack-revealing shirts, rows of fuck-me heels, everything an (admittedly high-class) escort could want.
Feeling that revealing clothes were better than no clothes at all, Amy delved into the wardrobe and came up with something halfway protective to wear. When she was done, she inspected herself in the floor-length mirror beside the wardrobe.
‘Not bad…’ She sighed quietly. Finding underwear that wasn’t revealing had been an exercise in futility, so she hadn’t even tried. She had thrown on the simplest black lingerie she could find, and simply hoped she could escape without being forced to show it off. A black skirt encased her hips and thighs, billowing around her knees in a way that practically asked for it to be hiked up over her hips. Her breasts had been squeezed into a tight, midriff-baring crimson top, and she had found a long coat with a strange feeling, yet luxurious, fur interior that at least protected some of her modesty when she wrapped it around herself. She remained barefoot, refusing to even try to squeeze into those heels, and her long red hair fell, still wet from the shower, around her shoulders.
Looking in the mirror, Amy could freely admit that the outfit made her look hot as hell, but she recognized that “hot” was something of an undesired effect around here. Whoever this Sander fellow was, he had good taste. He had probably picked these clothes especially for her.
Suddenly, there was movement outside the door. Amy’s eyes narrowed as she wheeled around. Someone was coming in; this was her chance. A silently as she could, Amy positioned herself at the side of the door, and readied herself. She was outmatched three to one, and she probably couldn’t take down Sander alone anyway, but she only needed a second to rush past him and out into the hallway, and out of the cell was better than inside.
The door slid open soundlessly, and Sander stepped into the room, his arms held wide expectantly. Amy leaped.
Out in the hallway, Sander winced as he heard the thud of a human body hitting the floor. He pushed off from the wall he was leaning against and called out into the cell, ‘Cute idea, darling. But cute ideas get pretty girls like you killed, if you’re not careful. That was a hologram. Keep up attacking people like that, and you can expect to see a lot of them coming in here before the genuine article. Now, are you going to play nice for daddy?’
‘Fuck. You.’ Came the reply. Sander laughed, and stepped into the cell. The door locked behind him.
Amy sat sprawled on the steel floor, her skirt hiked up to reveal a little more of her delicious thighs than she had intended. Her damp hair fell in front of her face, half obscuring a dark, pouty expression that struck Sander as particularly attractive.
He extended a hand to pull her to her feet, ‘Nice try.’
Amy scowled and ignored his offer of help, pulling herself up against the wall, ‘What do you want?’
Sander shot forward, pressed himself against her. His lips covered her own in a forceful, possessive kiss. Amy tried to push him away, but the larger man, whose hands firmly gripped her hips to keep her from wriggling out of his grasp, physically outclassed her.
The kiss broke, and Sander’s eyes bored into Amy’s with his curiously penetrative stare, ‘You.’ He said.
‘You can’t have me,’ Amy said bitterly. It was a pointless challenge, but something in her felt she needed to offer some resistance, no matter how futile.
‘You want to bet?’ Sander grinned, pulling away from her to pace the floor of her cell. ‘Do you like your new digs, Amy?’
‘It’s a step up from where you had me before,’ She answered, cautiously. Now that he was away from any mention of his strange quest for revenge, Sander seemed like a different person. He seemed more relaxed, more at ease with himself. His eyes contained genuine laughter, a marked contrast from the harsh anger of their first meeting.
‘Well, I couldn’t keep you tied up forever, tempting as it sounds,’ Sander’s eyebrows wriggled suggestively. Amy almost laughed, it was so ridiculous. Sander sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, ‘Amy, come here.’
Amy shook her head warily. Sander sighed in a disappointed, almost fatherly way.
‘That’s a pity, Amy. It really is. I had hoped that I wouldn’t need to use this, but…’ Sander pressed a button on a panel on his wrist. Somewhere, something beeped.
The blow caught Amy square in the pit of her stomach, and unfolded in seconds, the pain spreading through her like fire. She gasped and doubled over as the shock juddered through her. Then, as suddenly as it was upon her, it faded away.
‘W-what was that?’ Amy shook as normalcy returned. Sander gave her a sad little look.
‘That was the Arclight Submission System. We just call it Arclight, because the acronym is… well, you get it. It’s actually a modification on a system used in Supermax prisons.’ Sander stretched languorously. ‘It stimulates the nerves directly. What you experienced was a level two pain reaction. Our system goes up to eleven, so, you know, watch out. And it’s targeted at you, dear Amy. So long as you’re within the field, I can cause you pain, or-‘ He pressed another button.
‘Ah!’
‘-Pleasure at the touch of a button. Like I said, we modified the system. Oh, and by the way…’ Sander grinned naughtily. ‘That was a level one pleasure reaction.’
‘Holy hell!’ Amy panted breathlessly.
‘Like I said: Watch out.’ Sander laughed. He walked over and knelt down beside Amy, ‘You see? I didn’t design this place just to hurt you. So don’t make me use it that way. It’s only a temporary leash, to make you behave in the early days. Now!’
He grabbed her by the hand and gently but firmly pulled her to her feet and jumped spryly back to the bed, ‘Come over here, baby.’
Amy rolled her eyes and made her way shakily over to sit at the far end of the bed from Sander. He shook his head.
‘Kneel,’ He said, pointing to the space between his feet.
‘Oh, I can see where this is going…’ Amy sighed, taking her place on her knees to stare flatly at Sander. He leaned back and took his time to enjoy the visual of the pretty redhead on her knees, looking up at him.
‘You look good down there,’ He nodded. ‘That’ll probably be a repeated position.’
‘Hmm…’ Amy frowned.
There was a period of expectant silence as Sander arched an eyebrow and waited. After thirty seconds, he grew impatient.
‘Well? Unless you’ve led a more sheltered existence than I realized, you know what I want.’
‘You’re not going to get it.’ Amy snapped.
‘You have some very odd ideas about where to draw the line, Amy. One last chance, dear.’
‘No.’
‘Oh, dear…’ Sander sighed and hit another button. Amy screamed as her vision pounded red and her veins filled with heat. ‘Level three… Amy, this isn’t magic. It’s not sorcellations,’ Sander waved his hands dramatically. ‘This is science. It’s precise stuff. I could kill you with this thing. Best to be good.’
Amy wasn’t exactly a fan of pain, and the Arclight system went way beyond uncomfortable, but, well… She did know what Sander wanted. It was actually incredibly obvious. But even through the pain, even with the threat of more of it in her immediate future, Amy couldn’t bring herself to acquiesce so easily. It was one thing to be fucked while shackled to a table; that was out of her control. This… He was asking her to actively participate. The vast majority of her mental processes cried out against it.
Sander waited for Amy to recover from the shock, and when he caught her eyes, there were tears in them. He wondered just how far he would have to take the Arclight system before she gave in; just how strong willed could she be? Still, he supposed breaking her in was part of the fun…
He tried a different tack.
This time, two buttons were pressed: the level two pain reaction, and the level three pleasure reaction. There, he thought, that should liven things up a bit.
He watched impassively as Amy began to convulse as both effects hit her simultaneously. The pain claimed her chest and ribcage for itself, seeming to her to be pushing hard against every bone inside her. The artificial orgasm seemed to race up and down her spine. Both sensations met between her legs, flowering out and twisting together into one terrifying gestalt of agony and ecstasy. She felt like she would burst, such was the intensity of the feeling. Her skin throbbed with it, every beat of her heart spreading and increasing the terrible storm of pure feeling.
It was being caressed by a lover’s tongue. Torn to shreds by sharp, animal’s teeth. For every agonizing, impossible to resist second, it was the heart of the world.
And then it stopped.
And then Amy was bereft, set adrift in the sudden absence of the Arclight.
And then she remembered to breathe.
She had been screaming from the moment Sander had activated the system to the moment he shut it off. Her teeth were still chattering. Her eyes were still crossed, and she was seeing stars. A series of muscles up and down her legs and stomach had cramped up from the non-stop tensing. She trembled.
‘Oh my god…’ Amy whimpered in a tiny voice.
‘That was ten seconds, but if you’d like, I could turn it back on.’ Sander said. His fingers drifted to the buttons…
‘No! No, please, Sander!’ Amy begged. ‘Don’t do it to me again. I’ll die if you do it again…’
He laid a hand on her shoulder, almost tenderly, ‘You know what that’ll take, Amy.’
Amy hesitated, but a gesture towards the wrist panel from Sander made her nod, emphatically, desperately. She scooted closer to Sander, her fingers reached slowly for the button of his fly. Sander had gone commando. After seeing Amy in the shower, she was lucky that he had even bothered wearing pants. Hell, she was lucky he hadn’t simply taken her the minute he walked in.
Her long fingers delicately took a hold of his cock and lifted it. Her large eyes gave Sander one last doe-eyed look, pleading for clemency. He stared down expectantly. She gave a little sigh, and bowed her head, craning his cock to her lips. Seconds later, she was placing the first few tentative licks to the purple head.
‘Mmm…’ Sander sounded appreciatively as Amy began mouthing the tip of his dick, making it harden and grow. She bent her head lower and, pressing her tongue against the base, licked the underside of his cock from bottom to tip.
Sander placed a hand on top of her head and guided her to take the tip of his dick into her mouth and pushed her down onto it. Under his insistent pressure, Amy took more and more of his hard flesh into her warm, silk-soft mouth, until his tip was resting at the back of her throat and her lips were pressed against the base of his penis, her chin against his balls, her nose nestled in his pubic hair. She gagged, and Sander allowed her to lift off of his dick.
‘More like that,’ he said eagerly as Amy coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes wearing an expression of helpless worry.
‘I can’t,’ She whined. ‘I’ve never done it that deep before.’
Sander laughed, ‘What, dear old Rory smaller than me, huh?’
‘… Yes…’ Amy whispered grudgingly. She averted her eyes as her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
‘Well, that’s all right. You can go slow, but you can take all of me. You will, in fact, unless you want me to hit you with a level three blast.’ Sander said. ‘Now, come on…’
His hand threaded through her luxuriously soft hair and pulled her firmly back onto his cock. Her lips slid slowly down over his swollen flesh, a feeling that Sander relished. The visual was also extremely pleasant, as Sander watched his dick disappear into Amy’s full, wet lips.
‘Look at me,’ He commanded, and Amy obliged, flicking her liquid brown eyes up to meet his own. Her tongue flickered and twisted around the underside of him, tickling at some extremely sensitive areas. ‘Why, anyone would think you’ve done it before, Miss Pond. You dirty thing, you!’
Amy whined her response around his flesh, the vibration feeling like heaven as his tip lodged deeply at the back of her throat. She sucked with a desperate energy, wishing to get the ordeal over with as quickly as possible. She had a lot of strength in that sexy little mouth of hers, her sucking making delicious little slurping noises as she rounded his bell end before diving down again. Her teeth lightly grazed Sander’s sensitive skin, and he didn’t know how much longer he could last. He felt that familiar “cannon is loaded” sensation.
‘Swallow it all, Amy,’ was all the warning Sander was willing to give as his cock jerked wildly. He pulled out so that his tip rested on Amy’s bottom lip as the first shot of his sticky cum splashed across her tongue. The second shot coated the back of her throat as Sander plunged back into the comforting warmth of her mouth to ride out his orgasm, shooting load after load down her throat.
When he was done, he slowly pulled his cock from her still sucking mouth, relishing the sensation as it slid against her lips. He watched appreciatively as Amy swallowed the remnants of his load, noting the revulsion that flitted across her angelic features.
‘Happy now?’ She snapped, her tongue unconsciously darting out to catch a droplet of semen that had stuck to her lower lip.
‘Almost…’ Sander said in a singsong voice. ‘Clean me off, Miss Pond.’
Amy rolled her eyes, but since she still lived in fear of the Arclight, she had no choice but to comply. Her silken tongue swished around the head of his rapidly softening cock before she began mouthing the head to remove the remnants of his orgasm. He felt that it would be no time before he was ready to go again; the sight of her looking up at him, her lips tightly suckling his cock, her beautiful eyes silently asking, “is it clean enough yet?” was simply too much.
Besides, there were plenty of ways to play with the pretty Miss Pond while his cannon was being reloaded…
Amy had shot to her feet the second that Sander had released her; clearly being on her knees didn’t suit her. She refused to look at him, and she quickly ended up in the center of the room with her back to him.
‘Well, you got what you wanted,’ She said. ‘Could you leave me alone now?’
No, Sander thought, Not if I wanted to…
His hand slid to his wrist, hitting her with a level two pleasure blast. The effects were immediate: She swayed, her legs shook and she collapsed to her knees. Sander watched as she moaned, her thighs quivering and her pussy convulsing.
‘S-stop it…’ She quavered. Whatever the Arclight did, it wasn’t like a regular orgasm. It had the same intensity as Amy’s usual orgasm, but it contained within it a kind of insistent pressure that made it hard to think, or move. It was orgasm, without release. Just the sensation, just the lust, building and building without satisfaction. Even through her shame at such wanton thoughts, Amy craved more.
‘Turn it off, Sander… Oh, fuck…’ She moaned, her eyes half-closed. In response, he upped the dosage, past level three and into four. He was at something of a loose end as he watched Amy writhe in enforced ecstasy on the floor. He didn’t know exactly how far to push this; the pain system had been thoroughly tested in its previous incarnation as prison security, but the other side of it, the pleasure effect, had been cobbled together off the cuff in a single night of work by himself and Mara, to see if they could do it. Mara had seemed entirely appreciative of the device when Sander had tested it on her, but they had never gotten around to testing out the higher levels. Mara had tapped out at level six, breathlessly begging him never to try out level seven on her. At level six she had almost gone mad in her need; Mara was at times frighteningly strong willed, but in that moment she had pleaded with him to fuck her, anything to claim the release she was craving. That was the problem with the system; it could get you off, but it was incapable of flicking the little switch deep inside that satisfied.
“It leaves you incomplete,” Mara had said. “Loving it so much it hurts, but being unable to let go and cum… It’s nasty.”
Amy’s fingers clawed uselessly at the carpet, her face pressed against it as the Arclight tore through her. The waves of pleasure coursing through her seemed to accumulate in her hips as a leaden ball of heat that tormented her mercilessly. Her panties were flooded with her juices, and her unhooded clit rubbed against the slick material, sending new jagged edged bolts of sensation through her.
How much longer could she stand it? She needed… She needed… Something to relieve herself with.
By this point Sander was driven more by professional curiosity- and the interest of his other brain, the smaller one, from further down- as he pushed the Arclight up two more levels. He planned to push Amy a little further than this, but it would be interesting to see how she would react to level six as it was.
Amy gasped as though she had been hit, and her eyes shot open. The muscles in her thighs tensed, pushing her head further into the carpet and, consequently, her ass higher into the air. From this angle, Sander could appreciate just how shapely an ass it was; he had always been more of a breast man himself, but the tantalizingly soft curve of Amy’s butt, draped in the billowy fabric of her skirt was hard to ignore.
It was also interesting to see how the Arclight, at a sufficiently high level, was affecting Amy. In many ways, it was similar to Mara’s earlier reaction; like Mara, Amy’s hips undulated in a slow, unconscious fashion, as if having sex with some invisible lover. She was biting down hard on her lower lip in a surprisingly sexy fashion, and Sander could see in profile the muscles of her exposed belly tightening and relaxing, seemingly at random. Her toes curled, digging into the shag.
‘P-please… S-sander… ugh!’ Amy begged, her voice ragged and shaking as her body filled with the never-ending orgasm.
Just a little more…
The Arclight ramped up to eight.
Amy shrieked, her entire body going stiff as a board. She couldn’t hang on any more, and her hands desperately hiked up her skirt, her right hand plunging into her panties to rub with incredible vigor at her hot cunt. As she fingered herself, her wild, dazed eyes met with Sander’s, the silent, terrified plea hanging in the air between them.
Amy discovered after a few minutes of fevered masturbation that this method of stimulation was just as unfulfilling as the Arclight itself. She debated with herself, or rather the ever-shrinking rational part of her mind debated with her desperate body whether to simply launch herself at Sander and give him what he so clearly wanted, just so long as he turned off the evil machine and let her cum for real. It wasn’t much of a debate.
‘Sander! For god’s s-sake… Just-‘ Amy picked herself up and stumbled on terribly unstable legs over to Sander. Her mind was so enflamed with lust that he was looking pretty good right now, and she descended on him with a crushing, passionate kiss that flung them both backwards onto the bed. Their lips never lost contact as Sander blindly hiked up her skirt and tore her slick and useless panties from her hips. He had been hard again for several minutes and he sat back up to support the feverish Amy by her waist as he slid into her sopping pussy.
She cried out as the feeling inside her intensified, and then again as Sander bit down on the milky skin of her neck. He was amazed at the sheer heat and wetness of her this time around; the Arclight worked wonders. It was hard going at first; Amy’s legs were still shaking too much to be of any use, so Sander was relying on his own strength to lift the gorgeous redhead up past the slight motions of her own hips before fucking back deeply inside of her. After a minute of this, Sander began to realize that it was a terribly inefficient way to go about fucking someone.
He pulled out to shift position, causing Amy to whine in disappointment. He gripped her legs under the knees and lifted them up under his arms before lifting Amy bodily off the ground and leaning her back against the nearest wall. He was still supporting all of her weight, but he could now penetrate her with more ease and depth than the previous position allowed.
Amy was reaching near insensibility, her shrieks ear splitting. Every thrust of Sander’s would cause her head to bump against the wall hard enough to make Sander wince. In the heat of the moment, he almost forgot…
‘Amy…’ He grunted, not stopping his furious pistoning for even a moment. ‘Amy… you can… turn it off… whenever…’
Even in this state, Amy’s hands were still deft enough to reach down and switch off the Arclight as fast as she possibly could. The terrible teasing sensations left her immediately, leaving only the real pleasure of Sander fucking her. This was real sexual pleasure. It was… complete.
‘Oh, god!’ She cried out breathlessly before Sander covered her mouth with his own. In the undeniable heat of the moment, she eagerly returned his kiss, their tongues squirming against each other.
He let go of one of her legs, allowing it to drop to the floor and for Amy to support herself. His now free hand roamed up her slender, sweating waist to cup one of her clothed breasts, before roughly pulling her shirt and bra down. Her tits bounced into view, jiggling in time with their rough fucking.
Sander bowed his head and took her left nipple into his mouth, teasing at it with his teeth and flicking the hard tip with is tongue. Amy tipped over the edge into an intense, fiery orgasm that spread through her in an instant. Cumming at last… the world shrank for Amy, down into a singular moment, down into the two of them…
Down into Sander, sliding himself deeply into her pussy, and unloading his own pent-up orgasm inside her.
The afterglow was broken only by their combined panting. Sander stumbled back, and both of them tumbled back onto the bed, Amy clumsily embracing Sander’s broad shoulders. She laid her head on his chest, just for now. Just until her vision cleared and she could feel her toes again. Just until it stopped feeling like her own personal nirvana…
Just for now.
‘Oh my god!’ She gasped.
Sander laughed quietly, ‘What?’ He raised a quizzical eyebrow.
Amy buried her face in the cloth of his shirt, hiding her eyes from him, ‘Stop it… Don’t tease me, please don’t tease me…’ She stretched, languorously, her long legs rubbing together. After her previous tenseness, Amy had completely relaxed and she sighed in something very close to satisfaction.
‘Why, Miss Pond, one might think that you actually enjoyed this!’ Sander mocked.
‘You did that. If I’d had any choice… You made me enjoy it.’ Amy sighed. ‘But it doesn’t change anything, Sander.’ She looked at him, and he could see the old petulance and anger returning to her eyes. ‘You still kidnapped me. I’m still a hostage.’
She rolled off of him and rose unsteadily to her feet, almost absently removing her ruined top. In those few seconds, before covering her bare chest in her long coat, she looked for all the world like a goddess.
‘Okay,’ She said with impish defiance. ‘You’re done with me now, right? Off you go. Leave me.’
Sander went to the door, ‘I will be back, you know!’ He called over his shoulder.
‘I don’t doubt that, you fucking scumbag!’ Amy retorted, her voice beginning to refill itself with venom. But it did have a certain playful tone that had been lacking before. Maybe she was still riding an orgasm high.
The door whooshed closed, and Sander leaned against it for a moment.
‘Well then… This just got interesting…’
*********
The moment Sander had returned to his room, a panel on the wall activated, bathing him in a soft, electronic glow. Sander sat down, rubbing his eyes sleepily; Mara’s face dominated the glowing screen, and she was looking way too irritated for the late hour.
‘Sander, you said you’d share,’ Mara said.
Sander turned himself to the panel and raised an eyebrow for the little camera mounted above it, ‘You were watching us?’
‘Yes.’
‘While we were having sex? That’s a little creepy, Mara.’
‘Actually, I tapped out when she was giving you head, but you can’t turn the speakers off, Sander. Also, you did say to keep Amy’s cell under constant surveillance. It’d be more than useless if nobody is watching the camera feeds.’
‘It’s still creepy, Mara.’
Mara sighed, and brushed her fringe aside, ‘I feel that you’re missing my main point, boss man. You need to start sharing your toys with the other children, or they won’t want to play with you anymore.’
Sander sat back and gave Mara his most charming smile, ‘Look, what happened tonight wasn’t something that I had planned on, okay? Amy just looked so good I… I couldn’t help myself. I mean, you had to have seen her too, right?’
‘Showering…’ Mara’s face grew dreamy and wistful. She drifted off into fantasy.
‘Exactly!’ Sander exclaimed, snapping Mara back to reality. ‘Well, anyway, you can have your turn when I’m done sleeping. I intend to fit her with the device as soon as I’m awake, but after that, you and Shimizu can go nuts. Just find a way to decide who goes first.’
‘Alright, Sander…’ Mara said warily. ‘Just remember, you need us as much as we need you.’
‘How could I ever forget? Now, leave me alone. It’s so damn late.’
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Sander stood outside the cell door, contemplating whether to send another hologram through first. He doubted that Amy would try exactly the same tactic again, but who knew how desperate she was feeling? Humans do some weird things when their backs are pressed against the wall.
He absently tossed the shining silver circlet up into the air, watching it shimmer and spin, before making sure to catch it. It may have only taken a short time to fabricate, but the thing was extremely expensive. Probably quite entertaining, but expensive.
He opted against the hologram, mostly because Mara was poking him in the small of his back and hopping anxiously from foot to foot. She wanted in bad.
As the door slid open, Sander was surprised to find Amy sitting upright on the bed, staring at him expectantly. In a way, it was sort of disappointing. He had hoped for a LITTLE fight, even if it was futile. He liked the way her cheeks flushed when she saw him, probably at the memory of her actions last night, but that was the extent of her discomfort. She did tense up when Mara entered after him, so maybe she could guess at what was coming.
‘Hello, Amy!’ Sander said brightly.
Yeah, hi…’ Amy said flatly. She was trying hard not to meet his gaze, while simultaneously not allowing him to leave her sight. It was interesting to see how her eyes seemed to settle on Mara, with a vague expression of trepidation.
‘No need to sound so enthusiastic,’ Sander deadpanned. ‘I got you a present.’ He extended a hand and proffered the thin ring of silver.
‘What is it?’ Amy narrowed her eyes as she took the gift, holding it gingerly as though it might explode.
‘It’s jewellery, Amy. You wear it around your neck.’
‘Go on, put it on,’ Mara said, laying on the friendliness just a little too thickly.
‘Why?’ Amy asked warily.
‘Oh, look,’ Mara huffed, grinning so that her canine teeth were prominently displayed. ‘We all know that the damn thing is bad news for you. We also know that I’m gonna hit you with the Arclight if you don’t put it on, so hey.’
‘Mara!’ Sander exclaimed.
‘What? You might wanna play around with her, but I don’t. Look at her; she knows that you didn’t give her that collar for her benefit.’
‘So, um-‘ Amy began, then jumped as Mara threw a dramatically pointed finger at her.
‘Put the collar on, slave!’ She snapped. Sometimes, this level of directness could make Mara seem refreshingly charming. This was not one of those times. Sander had seen the look in Mara’s eyes before, but only in creatures with extremely large teeth as they circled smaller, defenseless creatures.
‘You’d better do it,’ Sander sighed. ‘’I can’t stop her now, she’s like a boulder rolling downhill when she gets like this. Best not to aggravate her.’
‘Okay…’ Amy rolled her eyes, exasperation creeping into her voice. Sander noted this with slight concern; she had clearly decided that, although the situation was less that ideal, Sander and his crew weren’t going to cause her any serious harm. On the one hand, less fear meant less potentially painful escape attempts. On the other, fear lent a certain drama to the affair that was important, since every moment of this was being streamed almost live to the Doctor, bounced around the universe and then forced through every video and audio device on the TARDIS. Sander made a note to try and up the ante, adding a few more strange and above all, fun scenarios.
The little silver collar slid around Amy’s neck and closed with a click that bounced off the walls almost ominously. Also ominous was Mara’s new smile as she gave a long, almost cartoonish evil laugh.
‘Amy,’ Mara began. ‘Command: stand up.’
Amy stood, her movements mechanical, as Sander watched closely.
‘I didn’t do that!’ Amy squeaked
‘Hmm, seems like the interface is slightly out of synch. Give me a second.’ He moved behind Amy and began fiddling with the back of the collar. ‘There. Try it again.’
Mara clapped her hands, ‘Amy, Command: Sit down.’
Amy flopped back down onto the bed. She made a little frightened noise at the back of her throat.
‘Command collar,’ Mara said. ‘Gotta love it.’
‘It’s a lattice of nanotechnology, designed specifically to dampen your brainwaves and add some new signals upon the utterance of a command word.’ Sander said. ‘It’s also really, really expensive, so, Command: do not attempt to break, remove or otherwise deactivate your collar, Amy.’
‘It’s a mind control collar?’ Amy yelled. ‘Really? Why are you going to so much trouble? Is it really worth it, just to get back at the Doctor? The guy who keeps saving the universe, time and again?’
‘Yes,’ Sander nodded. ‘The Doctor saves the universe, saves countless people. But then there are those who lose out, who are the casualties of the Doctor’s desperate need for altruism. And doesn’t that just suck?’
Sander moved to the door, but turned on the threshold, looking over his shoulder into the room, ‘Besides, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t enjoying this plan simply on its own merits. I’m going to leave you with Mara now. She’ll take good care of you. You girls have fun now. And remember, Mara: the Doctor is watching!’ Sander laughed, jogging out into the hall. Mara turned, and Amy suddenly seemed very small compared to the evilly grinning blonde.
‘Hi, Amy…’ Mara crooned, taking a seat next to the captive girl at a distance she classified as “too close.” She shortly began to feel Mara’s fingers tracing up the soft curve of her hourglass waist. Amy shrank away from Mara’s touch; it would be a lie for her to intimate that she had never thought about having it off with another girl, but that had always been a strictly intellectual exercise, not even a fantasy. It had simply been a question: how would it be different from what she had already experienced?
‘Are you going to be a good girl for me, Amy?’ Mara purred into Amy’s ear, her tongue slipping out to brush her earlobe. Mara’s arms now encircled Amy’s waist, just under her breasts, holding her close enough that Mara’s playful blue eyes dominated Amy’s vision.
By itself it was an unassuming thing, but the Command Collar lay against the skin of Amy’s neck, feeling ominously heavy. Experimentally, she tried to lift her hands to touch the thin silver ring, finding that, although her fingers tensed and stretched upwards, she was unable to move her hands at all. When she attempted to move to push Mara away, she found herself perfectly mobile again. Mara’s hands tightened almost painfully around Amy’s waist in response to her resistance.
‘That’s not a good idea, sweet thing…’ Mara murmured, nuzzling against Amy’s shoulder before planting a single, soft nip with her teeth on the exposed skin. Amy whimpered, a sound that just spurred Mara to repeat the action. She had always been an extremely tactile lover.
Amy had repeated her attempt to find some decently modest clothing in the wardrobe, and had achieved a similar level of success. One thing was certain, Sander loved skirts, the shorter the better, and Amy knew why that was. This time, she had opted for a black miniskirt, not even bothering to attempt modesty this time. No matter what, she was going to look incredibly attractive for as long as Sander was picking her clothes, so why bother? She completed her outfit with a shirt that was tight enough to hug her plentiful curves, but was at least long enough to cover her stomach. That wasn’t something that could be said for most of the clothes in her cell.
Mara’s lips trailed along Amy’s neck, teeth and tongue occasionally protruding to tease her pale flesh. Her mouth traveled up, across the line of Amy’s jaw before planting a firm kiss to her lips.
‘Mmmph!’ Amy whined as Mara’s lips pressed against her own. She gasped for breath as the blonde woman pulled away, ‘Wait, stop-‘
‘Command: shut up,’ Mara whispered. Amy’s mouth snapped shut and she found herself unable even to whimper. ‘You’re mine now, Amy. I get to play with you for a while, so relax.’ Mara gave Amy a naughty smile, ‘Hell, you might even enjoy it. Or not, I don’t really care. And besides,’ Mara turned herself, putting her face in line with Amy’s ear. ‘Rather than silencing you, I could put your voice to good use. Command…’
Mara’s voice trailed off almost into imperceptibility. Amy’s eyes grew wider as Mara talked, and she blushed. When she was done, Mara slithered off of Amy and stood, staring at her expectantly.
‘I’m your whore,’ Amy heard her voice drawl, her Scottish accented tones practically gilding the air in sexuality and lust. ‘I will do anything that you demand of me. My body is yours. If you wish for me to lick your pussy, I will gladly offer you my tongue. I’ll even beg for it…’ Amy chocked off a sob as her submissive speech came to a close, tears sliding down her rapidly reddening cheeks. She lowered her head, auburn hair falling around her face in a curtain, tears pooling in her lap.
‘Ha ha ha… That’s awesome,’ Mara laughed, her grin again showing altogether too much sparkling white teeth. ‘It’s a good idea you had, too. But you don’t have to beg. And haven’t you ever heard of foreplay, Miss Pond?’ Mara’s eyes slid wickedly over Amy’s body, and she wriggled back over to her new toy, hands once again gripping her, bringing her closer.
She kissed Amy again, her tongue confidently licking at her lips, teeth and tongue. Her body melded against Amy as she probed deeper into the redhead’s mouth, her weight pushing Amy onto her back. Amy’s hands lay inert at her sides, the knowledge that any resistance would be met by the collar or worse, the Arclight system, keeping her compliant.
Mara broke their kiss with a sharp intake of air, placing smaller, delicate kisses across Amy’s cheeks, neck and collarbone. Amy felt a soft warmth on her inner thigh begin creeping up towards the hem of her skirt. Mara’s hand slipped under the black fabric and her fingers tickled at the crotch of her panties, each tiny touch enflaming Amy’s senses and making it harder to think straight. She found her hips moving, just slightly, to meet the teasing, delicate touches that Mara planted against her.
The sheer fabric offered no protection from Mara’s questing fingers, and Amy soon felt the lightest of touches on her bare pussy. She yelped as Mara’s index finger slipped inside her, and pushed herself away.
Mara eyed her new plaything, ‘Command: strip naked.’ She grinned evilly, draping herself over the bed and watching expectantly.
Amy felt herself stand, and was powerless to resist as she walked herself to the middle of the room, ‘No! NO!’ Her mind screamed as her hands went to the hem of her shirt and began pulling it over her head.
Mara admired her captive as more and more flesh was revealed to her hungry gaze. The look of helpless fear in Amy’s eyes as her body acted against her will was pleasant to behold, but there were plenty of other things that were just as pleasant. Mara was surprised at just how good she looked; earlier, when Amy had been strapped down, she hadn’t really taken the time to look properly. Everything had been so fevered and impulsive. Now, Mara took her time to drink in every detail of Amy’s body. She was pleased to see that Amy struck the perfect balance between softness and tightness. Mara liked a little padding on her girls, and Amy’s curves carried just the right amount of sweet softness; just enough to make her flesh pliant and smooth, not so much as to obscure her wonderfully toned muscles as they tensed in fear.
She was also surprisingly… bouncy, everywhere it counted. Mara had Amy do a number of twirls on the spot, to get the full visual, and she found herself mesmerized by the pert, firm sway of her breasts and the fun little wiggle her butt made as she moved. The girl also had legs for miles, which was something Mara appreciated. She had always considered herself more of a thigh girl, especially in those moments where two of them were wrapped around her neck.
Mara beckoned with a single crooked finger, and Amy swayed towards her, her shoulders slumped with defeat. She took Amy by the hand and gently guided her so that she lay bent over Mara’s knee, her ass stuck high in the air.
Mara had joined up with Sander mainly because it had seemed like fun. Sure, she had lost her girlfriend in the Vesperian Rebellion, but then, she had lost countless lovers in more traumatic ways than that. She had loved Samantha, in an odd kind of way, but Mara was the kind of person who got over personal attachments quickly. But Sander’s plan had allowed her to develop some cool new technology, and when she had seen the lustful look in his eyes upon first seeing Amy Pond on one of their regular hacking expeditions into the TARDIS, she knew that it would only get more fun.
Having said all that, Mara also recognized that Amy was here to be punished. She stroked down the curve of Amy’s bottom, just for pervy fun, before she wound her hand back and spanked her, hard.
Amy jerked, crying out as the first blow cracked off of her taut ass cheek, leaving a red welt behind it. She tried to move away, but Mara froze her by pushing her long fingernails into the smooth bare skin at the small of her back.
Mara thought that this game was a lot of fun, and she began a flurry of open-palmed smacks against the captive girl’s finely sculpted buttocks. She alternated her strikes, each one further reddening the creamy white flesh. Amy began to sob as her torment progressed, tears falling to the floor before her.
Eventually, Mara allowed Amy to roll off of her lap, the redhead crumpling into a sobbing heap, her ass practically glowing. Mara slithered up her naked body to brush the hair away from her face.
‘Now, now, there’s no need for that…’ Mara said, wiping a tear from Amy’s cheek and kissing her deeply. ‘I bet I can get your motor running in no time, hottie.’
With that, she twisted Amy’s hips into a better position and slid down onto her knees at the foot of the bed. Her fingers wormed their way between her thighs and pulled.
‘Open your legs, Amy…’ Mara purred, forcing Amy’s soft thighs apart inch by precious inch.
Amy winced when she felt the first tickle of hot breath between her legs. Mara gave a little laugh, and brushed her lips along the folds of Amy’s vagina. Amy shivered at the intimate touch and pressed her thighs together to ward off the intrusion. Mara pushed back, keeping her legs spread wide.
‘Don’t make me use the collar, Amy,’ Mara said, before sweeping her tongue along Amy’s pussy, eliciting a long moan from the sex slave. It was all the invitation Mara needed, and she dove between Amy’s legs with gusto.
Amy’s whole body shook as Mara’s first flick of the tongue hit her clit, sending bolts of heat shooting through her. Her mouth descended, tongue sliding into Amy’s sweet honey pot, tasting her rapidly spreading juices. She could hear Amy’s breath growing faster, more ragged as the scent of arousal filled Mara’s nose.
Amy closed her eyes and sighed, turning her head away with a defeated expression. Her hands were limp at her sides, her whole posture radiating surrender and compliance. Mara felt good about that; at this point having Amy like this, a perfectly sweet and plaint sex toy, was just fine. Of course, she had some plans for Amy, and she was fairly sure that she could unleash the rampant slut that she had seen on the surveillance footage with a little… stimulation.
Even now, she couldn’t help herself, and her beautiful body squirmed helplessly as Mara snaked in and out of her cunt, lapping at the liquid that spilled out. Mara could hear the occasional sniffle or sob; it seemed that Amy didn’t like the prospect of having sex with a woman, or that Mara was being so successful at it so far. But her body was responding so delightfully, what she was thinking about didn’t really matter.
Besides, Amy came from such a primitive society as it was. Her head was probably swimming with recriminations; of whether she was a lesbian for even remotely responding to Mara’s attentions, or worse, whether she was just a slut. Of course, none of that mattered to Mara. She had grown up in a world where sexual orientation meant very little, and discrimination was non-existent. The word for what she was, was metasexual; anyone could be attractive to her, irrespective of gender, race or species, so long as she found them interesting. And that was where Amy found herself within Mara’s wheelhouse.
Mara’s lips sucked at Amy’s clit, drawing repeated shivers of pleasure from the helpless girl. She captured the tiny nub between her teeth, flicking her tongue over it with the occasional gentle bite, the latter action causing Amy to lift her hips off the bed and gasp loudly.
Amy’s thighs were quivering and tensing by Mara’s ears, but she felt that she no longer needed to keep Amy’s legs forced open. Her fingers joined the constant licking and sucking, long and graceful digits sliding easily into Amy’s now incredibly juicy pussy. Her victim bucked at this new sensation, moaning a breathless plea for Mara to stop. Her voice cracked and trailed away as Mara began a slow fingering of Amy’s cunt, curling her fingers and experimenting to find the most sensitive spots inside her. She found that there was an abundance of them.
Amy was incredibly sensitive and responded to even the lightest of touches. It was clear that oral sex was an extremely intimate act for her, and Mara wondered if even Rory had been down on her. If he hadn’t, then Mara felt sorry for him; by now Amy’s pussy was a warm tropical zone, and well worth visiting. The taste of it was quite intoxicating.
Mara had an extremely accurate sense of other women’s bodies-probably a result of spending so much time thinking about them- and it had begun telling her that Amy was teetering on the edge of orgasm. Her eyes were still closed, but her expression carried a dreamy quality at odds with her previous tenseness. She trembled constantly, shaking in time with the long, sensual moans that accompanied each breath. Mara drew away from Amy, leaving her fingers still inside her increasingly hot depths, and reached up to stroke the taut surface of her stomach, drawing a shudder from the enraptured captive.
‘Are you close, Amy?’ Mara said in a singsong voice, fondling Amy’s breasts absently. ‘Will you cum for me?’
Amy’s eyes opened slowly, revealing a dazed look, and she regarded Mara with addled brown eyes, as if she was trying to figure out the correct answer, ‘Yes!’ She panted, finally.
‘Well, if you want to cum, you’re going to have to do me first…’ Mara gave that same predatory smile, and raised an eyebrow suggestively.
‘Oh… No, please just… Uh!’ Amy pleaded, her face twisting with desperation, her begging interrupted when Mara curled her fingers over a particularly sensitive place inside her, causing the walls of her vagina to spasm around her hand.
‘That’s the deal, Amy,’ Mara said, withdrawing her wet fingers from the frustrated Amy and applied them to her Arclight wristband, hitting Amy with a level one pleasure blast. The girl would come around to Mara’s way of thinking, given enough frustration.
‘Mara, please!’ Amy whined raggedly, desperately. ‘Please… finish the job… make me cum…’
‘No, Amy, you’re going to work for this one. You get me off, and… well…’ Mara’s tongue circled Amy’s clit one last time
Frustrated tears fell from Amy’s eyes as she searched Mara’s for any sense that she would let this one go. Mara stared back as the naked girl tried to hide her growing, pent-up lust and all consuming desperate need to cum. Eventually, she closed her eyes and gave a despairing whimper, ‘Fine, I’ll… I’ll do it.’ She said in a tiny voice.
Mara gave her a thumbs up, ‘Alright!’ She crowed and, leaping to her feet, she began to disrobe. She had a dancer’s figure, but only under the assumption that this particular dancer had spent an inordinate amount of time perfecting their craft, or just plain working out. Divested of her clothes Mara was all sweeping curves and feminine grace wrapped in the kind of pristine marble skin that caused artists to gain new inspiration and took the breath away from those less artistically talented. When she stood still, she looked statuesque. And not in a creepy, Weeping Angel kind of way, but in a “completely idealized thing of beauty,” way.
Even with everything that had been going on, even with what she was expected to do, Amy couldn’t help but feel self-conscious being naked around the similarly bare Mara. After all, the two of them were almost certainly being watched- she thought she heard the whirr of a camera lens zooming in- and Amy didn’t like the idea of being compared to Mara.
‘Ooh…’ Mara crooned when she noticed Amy staring at her. ‘You like what you see?’
‘What? No!’ Amy shook her head, partly as denial, partly to dislodge the building heat that was spreading through her as the Arclight continued its incessant work.
‘Well, that doesn’t really matter,’ Mara sniffed, not really believing her anyway. ‘Either way, you got a job to do.’
‘Please don’t make me do this, Mara!’ Amy begged.
‘Hey, it’s totally fair play, Amy! You can’t expect something for nothing, especially in your situation. You should feel lucky that you’re not doing ALL of the giving, without receiving anything, slave,’ Mara reminded her.
‘But why ME? I don’t have any experience in… this kind of thing! Besides, I’m a little distracted!’ Amy bit her lip and shook a little as she finished speaking, leaving no doubt as to what, exactly, was distracting her.
‘If you want to STOP being distracted,’ Mara said softly, drawing her fingers along Amy’s sodden pussy, ‘then you’ll have to work for it. As I believe I’ve said before. Now, no more arguing. Get on your knees.’
Amy gave a little whine, but stood up anyway. Slowly, she sank to her knees as Mara skipped to the bed and, giggling girlishly, presented her bare, petalling cunt, ‘Be gentle,’ Mara mocked, causing Amy to lower her head momentarily, a bitter, drawn-out sigh escaping her lips.
Amy eyed Mara’s vagina with distaste, but the steadily building pressure between her own legs and the slow dripping of her juices onto the carpet made her ensuing course of action painfully obvious. She lowered her head between Mara’s legs, her tongue slipping from her mouth to tentatively, gently lick Mara’s pussy.
She felt Mara’s hand stroking her hair encouragingly as she sped up, determined to get this over with so she could cum herself.
Amy’s tongue licked up and down, making Mara grow hotter. She may have only been imitating what Mara had done earlier, but Amy had some natural talent at pussy licking. Her eyes might be brimming with a deep revulsion at the acts she was being forced to commit, but her cute little mouth was sending an entirely different message. Mara closed her eyes and tilted her head back.
This was the stuff that Mara loved; her sex life was long and colorful, and littered with moments like this. She had a history of being aggressively sexual, taking nominally straight girls and introducing them to the finer points of girl-on-girl love. Mara thought of it as education; she taught them what felt good, and all she asked in return was that they take a practical exam. A wet, heated, loud practical exam…
Mara wiggled her hips against Amy’s face with a happy moan, wrapping her legs around the captive’s neck and drawing her mouth in closer until her nose was pressed into Mara’s light brush of pubic hair. Amy gave a plaintive little noise and looked up at Mara with big, sad eyes.
‘Oh! Right there!’ Mara cried as Amy’s tongue hit upon something that worked very well. She repeated the motion a few more times, hoping that Mara would just finish up and be done with it.
As her tongue slid yet again into Mara’s slit, Amy was surprised at the sheer heat the blonde was generating. Her juices spilled out onto Amy’s face, sticky and wet, as both girls struggled to catch a breath, though for different reasons. Mara gasped and shuddered heavily as Amy’s inexperienced mouth brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Then Amy’s tongue flicked up in a new way, and every muscle in Mara’s body tensed. Her fingers curled tightly into Amy’s hair, her thighs tightening viselike around her neck, holding her mouth against her spasming cunt as she came, hard. Amy tried to pull away as Mara juiced copiously on her face. She found herself unable to as the stronger woman’s well-muscled legs pulled together tightly in the grip of orgasm.
‘Whoo!’ Mara panted. She had had enough orgasms in her life to be able to recover from them pretty easily. She sat up, petting Amy’s head with sardonic affection. ‘You did well, Amy.’
Amy pulled away from Mara, breathing heavily. Her face was coated in a sticky sheen of pussy juice and her lips trembled nervously, but her eyes were wide and desperate.
‘Alright, alright! Anything!’ She gasped, ‘Just, please…’ Her eyes lowered, gazing despondently at her own nether-regions, disgusted at everything that was happening to her, ‘Let me cum…’ She whimpered.
‘Ah, of course,’ Mara smiled gently. ‘How could I forget my own unfinished business?’
Both girls stood, Amy on unsteady, shaking legs, and traded places. Amy spread herself as wide as possible, her desperate need enflamed by Mara’s cruel delaying. She wished that Mara would hurry and get her off, partially to relieve herself, and partly so that she would be left alone. Mara was only too happy to oblige.
She dove right back into Amy’s pussy, her tongue probing deeply into the steaming heat and wetness. The added frustration of having to place Mara’s need above her own had turned Amy’s cunt from wet to positively volcanic, and Mara wondered just how much of that had to do with the Arclight. Her hand went to the switch, disabling the teasing device and easing Amy from artificial pleasure to a more natural kind of ecstasy.
Amy shivered in disgust. In truth, she hated the way Mara was making her feel, the way her skilled teasing made her enjoy being raped by another woman. She hated the blonde woman groaning between her legs, even as her mouth begged for more. Even as she tried in vain to suppress her own moans of pleasure.
Mara’s mouth was insistent in its teasing, torturing motions, dragging ever louder moans from Amy, keeping up the terrible building pleasure. In many ways it was the same as the mean little teasing routine that Sander loved to play with her, only far worse: Sander’s cock would tire of her, be unable to perform given enough time. Mara’s mouth could be endless, relentless. The thought of Mara working her over even now was revolting to the resolutely straight Amy, and that didn’t even take into account the other girl that Sander had in his employ.
The two captors that had used her so far seemed to love teasing Amy until she pleaded for an end to it. Mara’s mouth moved to Amy’s engorged clit, her lips rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub until Amy screamed. She didn’t stop, dragging out Amy’s desperate shrieks until her voice was hoarse and her breath ran out. She wanted Amy to beg for release. Time lost all meaning to Amy as Mara continued her cruel work, and after what seemed like an eternity, her pride was broken. She was only too happy to beg.
‘M-Mara!’ She wept. ‘Please, I need to c-cum!’
Mara raised her head, making Amy cry out in frustration and disappointment. Mara grinned, ‘You may cum, slut,’ She gave a low laugh, plunging her tongue back into Amy’s streaming mound even as Amy sobbed at being called a slut. Then again, after today the name might be accurate. She sobbed once more, wondering how she could ever face the Doctor or Rory again, her eyes drifting to the camera on the wall. They were watching, she knew. They were watching as Mara’s tongue speared into her and she tumbled over the edge into orgasm, the knowledge painful to her.
Amy’s orgasm tore through her, erasing thought, erasing the humiliation of being made to cum by a woman, erasing everything but the pure, unadulterated feeling. She screamed, her throat releasing an endless series of babbling, hoarse cries as the orgasm made her skin feel as though it was on fire, and her nerves stream together into a mindless mass of writhing pleasure.
But Mara wasn’t done. Her tongue continued licking, sucking and probing at Amy’s cunt even as the walls of it clamped down on her tongue. Amy broke out into a series of multiple orgasms, chaining together without respite. Her body thrashed as waves of pleasure crashed against the edges of her mind, fraying her thoughts until all that was left was a drooling puddle of pleasure. She screamed out in hypersensitivity, her loud, strident voice echoing around the tiny room. Cumming repeatedly like this was becoming almost painful…
Then Mara’s tongue was off her, and Amy’s muscles were slowly allowed to unwind as she was released from her endless orgasms. She panted and gasped, drawing in desperate mouthfuls of air as her mind descended from the clouds and back into the cold steel walls of her cell. Every part of her shook as though in the grip of the most terrible cold, and humiliated tears streamed heavily down her burning red face.
Mara was suddenly beside her, their sweating naked flesh pressing together. The blonde took Amy’s face in her hands and planted a deep, long kiss on her mouth, forcing her tongue against Amy’s. She could taste her own orgasms on Mara’s tongue, and it repulsed her. She pulled away, wiping a shaking hand across her mouth to remove the juices from her lips.
‘You did well, pet. Did you like what I did to you?’ Mara purred softly.
‘No,’ Amy sobbed. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ She turned away from Mara, curling up on the bed as more sobs wracked her body. Mara stroked her hand languorously down Amy’s side.
‘Your mouth says one thing, but your body says quite another, my slutty little toy. And you know why we’re doing this: It’s so much fun.’
‘I am NOT a slut,’ Amy hissed through clenched teeth.
‘Maybe not by traditional definitions. But you say we’re raping you, then moan like a whore when we do.’
‘That’s because…’ Amy stopped. Why WAS it? Sure, the Arclight could make her feel things she didn’t want to, but she came for them, practically on cue. That wasn’t the reaction of a woman being raped, surely. ‘You make me do that…’ She finished, but the excuse sounded weak even to her. Her cheeks burned with shame.
‘Well, whatever,’ Mara gave a contented sigh. ‘I’m done with you, for now. I’ll see you later, pet.’
Mara stood and, waving to Amy, went to the door. She gathered up her clothes and left the room, still naked, leaving the similarly bare Amy weeping in shame on the bed, her juices dripping down her thigh onto the floor.

Sander was waiting in the surveillance room alone when Mara walked in. He couldn’t help himself; he ogled her naked form as she swept gracefully into the room. She might have been comfortable being naked in front of him, but there was no possible way she could have been more comfortable with it than he was. Sander had never considered a dress code for his workplace, but he was considering it now, just as she was. Of course, he wondered whether nudity could even be considered a dress code at all. Anti-dress code maybe…
‘Wow!’ He cheered, applauding his unbearably sexy assistant. He didn’t need to say anything else, “wow” pretty much encapsulated it.
Mara’s eyes surveyed the images of Amy on the screens. Even on a security camera, they could see Amy shaking quite noticeably. ‘I bet YOU couldn’t do that to her, Sander…’ Mara grinned, taking her naked self across the room to the other door, the one to her room. She could feel Sander’s gaze on her ass, and didn’t mind it at all.
‘I’m going to try like fuck the next chance I get!’ Sander exclaimed. Mara laughed loudly as the door closed on her. She had sort of hoped she could inspire a little competition between them. It made things so much more interesting for everyone, especially Amy…
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When Amy awoke, she found herself in a familiar location, suspended on the cross-like table she had been on when she had first come here. She was naked, her skin gleaming under a bright white light. The rest of the room was relatively dark, and with the spotlight shining in her eyes Amy could see very little of her surroundings. From what she could tell, she was suspended off the ground, although looking down revealed very little beyond the soles of her feet. She gave a lamenting little whine when she realized that, stripped though she was, she still had the Command Collar wrapped around her neck.
There was the tapping of shoes on cold metal. The other woman, Shimizu, resolved from the dimness beyond. She was dressed in loose fitting white clothes, and an Arclight wristband showed prominently on her arm.
Shimizu eyed Amy coldly, ‘Sander and Mara have lost their focus, you know.’ She said, her voice oddly stilted and quiet. She stalked closer to Amy, staring out at her from under a thick black fringe, ‘They’re content to use you as their little sex toy, then leave you alone until the mood strikes them again.’
‘Believe me, I know,’ Amy said, struggling against her restraints. The whole routine was beginning to dissolve her previous helplessness and make her angry again. She thought that she had gotten past it, but here she was, tied up again and ready to be fucked by another one of these freaks. It was bad enough when they were just sexually torturing her.
‘Well, that’s not exactly right, is it?’ Shimizu said. Amy was finding that she had to strain in order to hear the almost imperceptible words of her new jailer. ‘I mean, that isn’t why you’re here, is it?’
‘What?’
‘You’re here for our revenge against the Doctor, Amy. Nothing personal, but I can’t handle the idea of that man getting away with killing my Mira. We do terrible things for love, don’t we? Unfortunately, Sander and Mara have forgotten that. They always were easily distractible. But I’m not.’ Shimizu’s hand went to her wristband, and started the Arclight burning into Amy’s flesh with a combined pleasure/pain blast of five.
Amy screamed as the machine tore through her, the two distinct sensations again settling in different areas: the pleasure between her legs, the pain in her chest. Both feelings spread and fought to meet in her belly. Her muscles grew taut against her shackles, her bare skin sliding against the cold metal. She felt as though she would split in two. Every nerve sang with the two disparate sensations, and the terrible result of the two combined. She could feel her pussy begin to dampen even as tears of pain fell from her clenched shut eyes.
But Shimizu had only started at level five because she had never used the Arclight system before. She ramped it up all the way to eleven, watching impassively, even coldly, as Amy began contorting against the table with renewed vigor.
If level five had been extremely unpleasant, level eleven was pure hell. Every cell in Amy’s body convulsed with desperate, animal pleasure. Every cell in her body seemed to be tearing itself apart. The twin dragons of agony and ecstasy consumed every part of her, all burning fire and mind-shattering pleasure. Her vision blurred, dwindling away into points of light in the darkness. Her hearing faded out, the sounds of her own screaming retracting away from her. She began to lose the feeling in her hands and feet, a tide of numbness spreading up to her center. It was becoming hard even to keep enough air in her lungs to scream.
Amy felt herself losing consciousness. In the center of her vision, Shimizu’s face was just barely visible, chilled dark eyes staring at her with an anticipatory glint. She was never going to turn off the Arclight, Amy realized. She wants to keep going. Amy could feel her mind slipping away, and she knew that when it did, that would be the end. She would die, here, alone, with her friends unable to lift a finger to save her. This time, the Doctor would not come to her rescue.
The door slammed open. Someone roared. Amy saw Sander, just before she saw the void.
Sander and Mara stormed the lab, feet echoing stridently off the steel floor. Mara rushed to Amy’s side, just in time to see her faint. Sander grabbed Shimizu roughly by the arm, tore the Arclight band from her wrist hard enough to cut her arm and draw blood.
His panicked fingers worked the console, shutting down the system entire and collapsing the wireless field that powered it. Amy’s body, tensed by the system even in unconsciousness, went suddenly, horribly limp. Sander had seen dead bodies before, and Amy looked somehow worse.
He found another button, pressed it. The shackles restraining Amy went liquid and she fell out of them straight into Mara’s arms.
‘Still alive?’ Sander barked, voice rising into unfamiliar, shrill registers. He watched on tenterhooks as Mara checked for a pulse. She nodded, her face grave and serious for the first time in Sander’s memory. He slumped, exhaling explosively. If he hadn’t been watching the surveillance cameras, if this had been allowed to continue for a few seconds more…
This was NOT part of the plan.
Sander wheeled around, all fire and fury. Shimizu stood impassively, almost bored, in one corner, nursing her bleeding arm. She shrugged as Sander glared at her, causing him to rush forward with a furious growl.
‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’ He snarled, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her roughly.
‘Sander!’ Mara called out. ‘We need to move her, I think.’
‘Take her to the med bay,’ Sander said in a dull, heavy voice. ‘Stabilize her, whatever she needs. I’ll deal with things here.’
‘This charade you’re running is grotesque, Sander.’ Shimizu said as Mara left the room, carrying Amy in her surprisingly strong arms. ‘You’ve forgotten the real reason that she’s here. The Doctor, Sander.’
‘You could have killed her, Shimizu!’
Shimizu nodded, ‘That is what I was aiming for, yes.’
The slap rang out across the room, the only sound for several seconds. Shimizu eyed Sander coldly, her head turned slightly from the force of the blow, her cheek stinging.
‘You need to leave.’ Sander said, turning on his heel. ‘You need to leave, right now. Or I’ll call the security drones.’
Shimizu’s fingers curled into fists as Sander left her. He had made his choice. She had to leave. For now.
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‘What did you do with her?’ Mara asked as Sander joined her.
‘She’s leaving the program, Mara. How’s Amy?’
Mara nodded, ‘Alive. Obviously she would be better for not being bitch slapped by the Arclight, but she’ll be fine. Shimizu really wanted the Doctor mad, huh?’
Sander took a seat, looking over the prostrate Amy. She still slept like the dead, eyes sunken into her head, face pale and ashen. Sander’s eyes searched her, looking concerned.
‘Yeah, she did. She went over our heads, Mara. You should be angrier. Leaving aside the prospect of losing Amy, I for one would not want to be the guy who killed one of the Doctor’s companions.’ Sander sighed, burying his head in his hands. ‘Thank god she’s still alive…’
‘Uh, yeah… That’s the OTHER thing…’ Mara shifted uncomfortably.
‘What?’
‘The Doctor… When Shimizu started doing her thing… He sped up. He cracked thirty-three percent of the trail in the last ten minutes. I set up some roadblocks and more false traces, but… He’s pissed off, Sander. He’s coming here, and I don’t know how long I can stall him from here in the lab.’
Momentarily, a kind of deadening, inevitable fear washed over him, competing with sheer brash, violent anger; a very literal contest of fight or flight. However, Sander stopped himself from doing something rash as he examined what Mara had actually said, ‘The way you qualified that makes it seem like you’ve got a plan?’
Mara snorted, ‘Of course I’ve got a plan, boss. We just need to take a little trip, is all.’
To be continued…
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