Depravity of The Doctor. Chapter Two. BBC Baiting.

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As The Tardis refuels on the rift at Cardiff, The Doctor and The Mistress go out in search of more exciting fun. Prowling the streets of Los Angeles, the pair of Time-Whores bait a gang of black teenagers into brutally fucking them into oblivion and back.

TW: M/F, F/F, FUTA/F, BBC, Blacked, Violence, Drugs, Mild Racism.

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“Earth? Really?” The Mistress groaned, scowling at the scanner and pursing her lovely lips. Before her was the cold grey vista of Cardiff Bay in February, not her idea of fun. Of course, her idea of fun these days involved her being choked on three dicks at once whilst seeing how wide her asshole could stretch on a melon-sized buttplug, but still.

It had already been a boring week, relatively speaking. The pair had abandoned the Elysium as soon as Maro’s violent breeding orgy had wound down. Their darling experimental plaything had worked her way through every living creature aboard the ship by the time The Doctor and Missy had gotten tired of popping out eggs and enjoying the dragon’s sloppy seconds. Their favourite experiment was presumably lording over a nation of her draconic sisters and broken human fuck-slaves now, neither Time-lord really cared to check.

They’d bounced around the galaxy for a few days since, enjoying their usual whorish routine with whomever crossed their path until the Tardis had helpfully let them know she needed a refuel by dumping them back on earth with no warning whatsoever.

“I will never understand your fascination with this planet.” The Mistress grunted, tugging herself off The Doctor’s favourite purple dildo and standing up. As always she was nearly naked, when lounging around in the Tardis clothes just got in the way when either woman was horny. A pair of slutty fishnet stockings were squeezing her long legs and a leather dog collar was fastened around her throat, but every inch of skin between was naked and glistening with arousal.

“It’s not so bad.” The Doctor smiled, peering around the crystal column at the core of the Tardis console. “I’ve had a lot of fun here.” She wiggled her eyebrows and returned to tinkering. She was naked too, except for a pair of girly pink socks, and a string of anal beads dangling from her like a tail.

The Mistress sighed and swatted the viewer away, prowling around the console and bumping The Doctor’s hip with her own. “Surely there must be somewhere else in the universe to refuel a Tardis? I never used to have this problem.”

The Doctor shrugged, “Most of the old rifts were sealed during the Time War. With the Daleks and Time-Lords both happy to eradicate entire civilisations for that kind of power, shutting them out seemed sensible. This one is so thin that it wasn’t worth the effort of conquering earth, you can barely charge up one Tardis parked on the damn thing, let alone an armada.”

“Fascinating.” The Mistress sighed, rolling her eyes and reaching an arm around The Doctor’s waist, her hand sneaking towards the blonde’s waiting pussy. “How long is this going to take?”

“Twenty-four hours.” The Doctor smiled, letting out a tiny gasp as The Mistress’ fingers slipped inside her. “T… time to have fun whilst we wait.”

“Fun… even if I grant you that Earth can be fun… this dismal little city is hardly worth our time.” The Mistress rolled her eyes, curling her fingers inside The Doctor and gently squeezing her throat as she breathed into the blonde’s ear. “Take me somewhere nice.”

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A few hours later, on the other side of the planet, The Doctor and The Mistress sashayed down a sunny Los Angeles street ready for a hard fucking.

Both women looked delicious, squeezed into tight, short pencil skirts and low-cut blouses that their creamy tits threatened to spill out of with every step. Towering stiletto heels clicked on the sun-baked pavements. Black leather and rhinestone handbags dangled from their arms. Pairs of dark, round sunglasses perched on their faces as they made their way through town, chatting loudly and obnoxiously like a pair of a-grade milf karen bitches.

The pair were garnering exactly the kind of attention they adored, lustful glances and stiffening crotches from every man they passed. Eyes stared at the jiggling of their ample titmeat and the fat round swells of their asses as every step threatened to lift their skirts completely. But neither time-whore was interested in any of the humans they passed by, they were on the hunt for something special.

“Oh my gawd.” The Doctor drawled in an exaggerated valley-girl accent, “This town is such a dump, I can’t believe we haven’t found what we’re looking for yet.”

The Mistress pursed her already pouty lips, and then reluctantly copied The Doctor’s accent. “If you told me what we’re looking for, maybe I would’ve found it already.”

“You’ll know it when you see it.” The Doctor grinned, reapplying some thick red lipstick before smacking her lips. “I’ve come here before when I’m in the mood to get totally fucked!”

“You’re always in the mood to fuck.” The Mistress sighed.

“Not like this.” The Doctor purred, holding out her hand and gesturing across the street.

At the entrance to an alleyway and in the shade of a large palm tree, a group of six young black men were standing around talking. The Mistress arched a brow, they didn’t look like much, just normal human teenagers, but as The Doctor marched towards them, hips swaying, she followed anyway.

“Oh my gawd get out of the way, don’t you have, like, jobs you should be doing?” The Doctor moaned obnoxiously, pushing one of the boys out of the way as she strode into the middle of their conversation.

“Hey, what the fuck is your problem?” the boy she’d pushed growled, fronting on her angrily as she stood and pushed her tits out for the group to see. He was easily a head taller than her, well-muscled but clearly not very wealthy. His clothes were poorly fitted and his shoes scuffed, The Mistress would have thought he and his friends were more likely to mug The Doctor than give her a good time.

“Ugh, gross, this homeless loser is totally staring at my boobs!” The Doctor laughed, turning her head to The Mistress who sashayed into the middle of the group and planted her hands on her hips. “It’s, like, just what I was talking about earlier, this area fucking sucks.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” another one of the boys demanded, stepping up as the rest of his friends formed a circle around the bratty white milfs who had barged into the middle of their group. “You don’t talk to my man like that.”

“We’ll talk to you however we like, loser.” The Mistress drawled, poking him with a bright red nail. “You boys can’t just stand around in the middle of the sidewalk all day, people need to get by.”

“Exactly, you guys should totally get lost, get, like, a job or something!” The Doctor agreed, delighted The Mistress was getting in on the act. She gave the boy she’d already pushed another shove, barely being able to move him thanks to how much larger he was than her. “Maybe if you did you’d be able to buy clothes that fit and not look like a raggedy hobo!”

“Listen, Karen.” The boy who was clearly the leader said, his voice low but dripping with menace. “We’re here minding our own business, enjoying our day off, so why don’t you take your skanky ass out of here and leave us be, before any of us does something we’ll regret.”

The Doctor laughed, “Skanky? You wish loser, I bet you and your boys couldn’t get a woman like me if your life depended on it.”

“A bunch of broke dumbasses standing around like idiots.” The Mistress agreed, her cheeks flushing as she felt the breath of one of the boys behind her tickle her neck. She and The Doctor were completely surrounded by the group now, and the more The Doctor riled them up, the more their pants seemed to bulge. “Who would ever want to go out with you?”

“I bet you’re all, like, total virgins.” The Doctor teased, pushing her chest forwards so the lead boy couldn’t help but stare into her deep, pale cleavage. “Cos’ no woman will ever want a loser like you, Nigga.”

That was the final straw. Like a magic word. In an instant the boy grabbed The Doctor by the throat and yanked her off the ground like a doll. Before The Mistress could react, the boy swung The Doctor around and shoved her against the alley wall, one hand on her neck, the other pinning her wrist. A second guy grappled her a second later, snatching her handbag and tossing it aside before forcing her free hand back against the brick wall.

The Mistress shrieked as strong brown hands grabbed her by the waist and forced her forwards, manhandling her into the alley as well and pushing her against the opposite wall to The Doctor. In seconds, rough fingers sank into her soft, sun-warmed tits and shredded her blouse open. Her poor lacy bra withstood the attack, but her left breast bounced free of its cup and was immediately swatted by a punishing palm.

She cried out, cheek mashed against the wall, tongue tasting the rough brick, as more hands grappled her skirt and hiked it up. A sharp smack landed on her bare ass, followed by another, then fingers gripped her by the cheek and forced her legs to spread.

One of the boys took a fistful of her luxurious back locks and pulled it sharply as she squeaked and moaned, tears glittering in her eyes. Fingers pinched and tugged at her nipple, pulling it hard and painfully so powerfully The Mistress worried they might do some permanent damage, as it was, all the boy did was coax an explosive jet of creamy milk from her teat.

More hands crashed against her ass, spanking her again and again as the boy pinning her to the wall explored between her legs with his free hand. The Mistress couldn’t help but mew at his touch, in her fuckbroken state any attention her pussy received was welcome, even when it was rough, angry probing through her lacy black panties.

She could hear the squeals and gasps of The Doctor mingling with her own, but couldn’t turn her head to see. The last glimpse she’d gotten, the blonde was pressed to the wall by her throat, with strong black hands gripping her by the shirt ready to tear her clothes from her body and ravish what lay beneath.

God it made her so wet.

“Stupid… fucking… bitch!” The boy mashing her against the bricks snarled, teeth grating against The Mistress’ cheek as he forced his fingers inside her, pushing her panties along for the ride. “You like this? You like getting your fat ass beat?”

Another one of the boys smacked her ass to punctuate his friend’s point, grabbing her ass and jiggling her tender cheek before slapping her again. The third grabbed her bra and tore it clean from her chest, tossing it aside and bringing both hands up to her breasts. She gasped in pain as her lovely tits were squeezed and pulled, her nipples like diamonds, oozing her milk down her front and over the wall as they grazed the bricks like sandpaper.

The Mistress squeaked as her hair was pulled again, this time hard enough to jerk her head away from the wall before the boy holding her against the bricks slammed her right back against it. Her vision swam and she moaned, pain blossoming across her cheek as the lead boy continued to fingerfuck her.

Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper.

“Shoulda minded your own business skank!” the boy growled in her ear, as his thick, hot brown cock stabbed against her blushing ass. “You think you can fuck around with us and there’ll be no consequences?”

The Mistress could only squeal in response, as the boy yanked her panties to one side and rammed himself into her sopping hole.

“Fucking cracker bitch.” He grunted, one elbow pinning her back to the wall, his free hand yanking her hips back against him as he began to thrust. For a human, his cock was fucking big, stretching The Mistress out almost as much as an Ogron.

She moaned and drooled helplessly, listening as the clap, clap, clapping of her ass on black cock joined the whimpers of pain and pleasure echoing from The Doctor’s side of the alley.

“Is the bitch as tight as she looks?” One of the boys asked the one pounding her.

“Man, her phat ass is swallowing me up like she’s starving.” He growled in reply. “Bet that’s why the bitches came over trying to start a fight. Pair of fucked up rapebaiting karens just couldn’t help themselves.”

He was completely right, of course, but even if she hadn’t been kissing bricks and drooling down her chin, The Mistress would never have told him so. As black hands squeezed and smacked her tits, pulled her hair, and kept her helpless at their owner’s mercy, all The Mistress could do was enjoy the ride.

Across the alley, The Doctor was on her ass. Her shirt had been ripped open, her tits yanked free and enjoyed by two of the black boys ravaging her. Her eyes were teary and bloodshot from being choked, and her skirt was pulled down around her ankles, showing off the soaking mess of her panties still clinging to her cunt. A vicious punch to the stomach had sent her sprawling to the ground, then one of the boys had yanked her back up by her golden hair, and was holding her in place whilst the leader of the group gagged her on his fat black cock.

“Gluck gluck gluck.” Was about the only sound coming from the blonde now, apart from the occasional wet wheezing breaths and bubbling gags. Spit and slime was oozing down her chin as the was facefucked. Bubbles of precum and saliva grew and popped around her lips as she opened her throat and accepted her pounding.

Secure in the grip of the third teenager, her hands jerked and shook with delight as her tonsils were beaten by brown dick. Her legs trembled and kicked, not trying to escape, but to get a purchase so she could force her face further down her attacker’s shaft.

“Sloppy cunt!” the boy raping her gullet hissed, smacking her across the face with his cock before shutting her up again. “You think you’re better than us? Cos you can afford nice clothes and an expensive handbag and whatever the fuck else you want? You’re nothing, just another needy bitch needing to get put in her fucking place!”

The Doctor gurgled in agreement, lips sucking and smacking around the boy’s cock as it sawed in and out of her face hard enough to make her brain rattle. Her head knocked against the wall with every thrust, she was going to have such a headache once he finished with her.

Her bare ass scraped against the ground, pebbles and dirt and garbage sticking to her sweaty skin as she squirmed and gurgled. Her oxygen-deprived mind wandered back to the last time she’d felt so filthy, when she’d lain beside Yaz in the gutter, covered in cum, sweat, booze and all the garbage of another alley just like this. They’d looked like they’d been dragged through a landfill, pregnant bimbo bodies sticky and grimy, their hair tangled with sperm, their breath reeking of beer and spunk.

Suddenly getting throatfucked like a cheap bitch didn’t feel so good anymore. Suddenly The Doctor was angry, and she did what she always did when she felt angry: got someone to fuck her stupid until she forgot all about it.

The boy in her throat snarled as The Doctor began to squirm and kick, thrashing about to try and escape he and his friend’s grasp. “Quit it bitch!”

A sharp smack across her face made The Doctor moan with need, but she didn’t stop struggling. Her mouth was abruptly vacated, leaving her gasping and choking wetly, before she was punched again and sent sprawling.

The next thing she knew she was knelt on the ground, a boot on her head and a cock in her cunt. She groaned and drooled weakly, feeling as her ass was bounced on the boy’s dick. In her new position she could see The Mistress, and it looked like she was having just as much fun.

The dark haired time-whore was now clutched in one of the boy’s arms, bent forwards as he fucked her hatefully, one hand on her ass, the other gripping her hair like a leash. A second boy had his hands around her throat, choking her as he fucked her sloppy mouth with his own big black cock. The Mistress’ tits were red and raw, bouncing and dangling beneath her as she was rocked between the boys, spit and sperm were dribbling out of her stuffed lips.

As The Doctor watched, both boy groaned in unison and slammed their hips forwards, sandwiching The Mistress between them. The Doctor didn’t need to be a genius to tell the pair had just blown their loads into her best friend’s eager holes, but it helped. The Mistress trembled and moaned, lashes fluttering as tears rolled down her blushing cheeks, and a trickle of quim made its way down her leg.

Just moments later the boot pressing The Doctor shook and ground her down harder as her own jet of hot thick cum splattered her womb. She sighed happily, savouring the feeling as the shoe pressing into her cheek lifted off her and she was allowed to roll onto her side.

“Fucking bitches!” The lead teenager spat, a thick wad of saliva landing on The Doctor’s face as The Mistress collapsed beside her. “Stupid… cracker… sluts!”

The Doctor hummed approvingly, watching as The Mistress petted her sloppy holes and pushed herself up on one elbow. They met eyes with unspoken understanding before The Mistress smiled up to the lead boy and said in her most honeyed voice: “Take us home, boys… and punish us more.”

-o-o-o-

The Doctor had always thought The Mistress’ hypnosis was a bit lame. Even when they had been at the academy, he had taken himself so seriously. Hypnosis was a party trick, and yet The Master had always talked about it like the greatest superpower in the universe. It hadn’t helped him conquer the universe of course, hence The Doctor’s low opinion of it, but as she lay on a stained mattress with cum slathering her tits, she was starting to come around.

Of course, their fun wasn’t solely because The Mistress had influenced the boys to keep brutally fucking them like worthless sacks of meat over and over and over again, The Doctor deserved a little credit too. Before leaving The Tardis she’d doused herself with a liberal amount of a pheromone perfume that would have any mortal man fighting tooth and nail to breed her after just a quick whiff. That was why their latest playmates had so quickly sunk their hands, teeth, and cocks into them once they’d been riled up… as a test run of her latest invention, The Doctor couldn’t have been happier with the results.

She and The Mistress had been the helpless rapedolls of the boys for the whole weekend, being fucked, beaten, degraded and bred over and over until they were seeing stars. It seemed there were about a dozen in their little gang, young black boys who preferred hanging around an abandoned corner shop to being at home. The Doctor was just fine with that, it meant they spent more time with her.

She sat up with a giggle, taking hold of the two thick black cocks that had just exploded over her breasts and stroking them lovingly. “Fuck boys… feed me those nigga dicks.” She crooned, receiving a sharp slap to the cheek in reply.

“What did I tell you about fucking talking!?” the older of the two boys she’d been enjoying the abuse of growled, taking hold of her hair and yanking her face against his sticky cock. “You open your mouth it best be for sucking my dick. No-one gives a crap about what some dumbass karen’s got to say!”

The Doctor moaned in agreement and started sucking up the cum that hadn’t escaped his fat brown pole. After months away from earth whoring to all manner of aliens, there was something oddly nice about coming back to earth and getting brutalised by big black cock.

Across the room a threadbare door crashed open and The Mistress tumbled through, landing in a heap on the floor with a grunt. She was naked and sweaty, with cum and tears staining her cheeks, on one plump, round asscheek a fresh tattoo was burning: a black spade with a Q in the middle.

One of the boys appeared and spanked her harshly on the tender mark, making the dark haired cumslut squeal like a pig. A moment later she was snatched up by the hair and dragged to The Doctor. “Clean up that mess, bitch!”

The Mistress moaned and dived into The Doctor’s cleavage, slobbering and lapping up the thick young seed painted over her tits.

The boys enjoyed the show of their pet white milfs kissing and licking over one another, but predictably they weren’t content with just watching for long. After maybe a minute The Mistress’ hips were yanked up and she was rammed full of thick brown dickmeat, and before The Doctor even had the chance to feel jealous, she was given the same treatment.

Hands closed around The Doctor’s throat as she was stuffed, squeezing tighter and tighter until she could feel herself beginning to pass out. Knowing that the boys would just keep abusing her once she was unconscious only made her wetter, and she eagerly began to match the boy’s thrusts with her hips.

Just a few inches away The Mistress was on her back, legs curled around a burly black body, her wrists pinned above her head as she was pounded. The boy working out his frustrations on her perfect pink pussy growled and bit down on her nipple, drawing a shrill whine from the Time-whore.

The sound of The Doctor and The Mistress hard at work quickly drew the attention of the other boys, and soon the Time-whores were once again at the centre of a circle of angry young men eager to sink their dicks into helpless white cunt.

“Ay Damien, these bitches look tired out.” One boy called out as The Doctor loosely flopped around in the grasp of her current playmate, barely clinging onto consciousness. “How bout’ we give them a pick me up?”

“Seems a waste.” Damien, a tall, well-built Dominican boy with a shaved head hummed, reaching into his jeans and producing a small baggie of white powder. “But I like seeing these cracker bitches awake when I beat their phat asses.”

His cock was already hard and wet thanks to The Doctor’s slobbering attention, so all he needed to do was reach down and sprinkle a thick line of white crystals over his throbbing dick. He laughed and tossed the baggie to another boy, before advancing on The Doctor and pulling her face up to meet his cock. “Here ya go bitch, I know you’re already addicted to black dick, but this’ll seal the deal.”

Without another word, he shoved his cock down The Doctor’s throat. Instinctively the blonde began slurping and gagging, bobbing her head as much as she could with her neck being crushed. She moaned happily after a few moments and began jerking her face up and down Damien’s cock faster, her pupils dilated like dinner plates.

“I think she likes it!” Damien jeered, grabbing a fistful of The Doctor’s hair and facefucking her harder, feeding every last trace of the powder into her greedy maw. “Give the other bratty skank a taste!”

The Mistress gurgled weakly under the assault of the boy pounding her down into the ground, but her eyes lit up when not one but two thick BBCs were dangled over her face. Without needing any encouragement she craned her neck and began to kiss, lick, slobber and suck every last inch of them, including the remains of the baggie. She giggled maniacally, suddenly energised, and began furiously jerking off both boys into her open mouth, her tongue swirling between their heads, hungry for more hot teenaged spunk.

Neither Time-whore was able to keep track of much after that. They fucked and sucked for what might have been seconds, or might have been weeks, high as kites and quickly covered with jizz, spit, and marker pen as the boys set to work making sure anyone could tell exactly what kind of women they were on sight.

It was only as The Doctor began to come down from her high, nursing a headache as much from the hangover as it was from the boys slapping her and pulling her hair, that something noteworthy happened.

“Ay Damien! Lashawna’s here!” one of the boys called out, appearing from one of the side rooms and hurriedly pulling up his pants.

Damien didn’t seem pleased by that, pausing with The Doctor’s face buried on his dick so long she almost passed out again. “What does she want?”

“Who knows, she’s fucking coming in!” the boy who had rushed in yelped, not wasting any time in dashing for the back door and disappearing, along with most of the others.

Damien tugged The Doctor off his cock and tossed her to the floor, quickly yanking up his own pants just as an older black woman marched into the room. She was a beauty, maybe in her mid-thirties, with rich curly black hair and caramel skin. Every inch of flesh not covered by her white tank top or her tight blue jeans was covered in tattoos. She looked mean, The Doctor wanted this Lashawna to beat her up immediately, or rape her silly, or both at the same time.

“Hey, Lashawna, we wasn’t expecting you.” Damien said cautiously, glancing down at The Doctor as she moaned and sat up, scooping some stray cum into her mouth with a giggle. “What’s up?”

“Heard you grabbed a pair of white bitches off the street.” Lashawna purred, walking forward slowly and taking in the state of the two Time-whores groaning and oozing at Damien and his remaining boys’ feet. “Started whoring them out to the local boys? Course I told them that would be ridiculous, cos Damien ain’t so stupid as to forget that every pimp this side of town pays me a cut.”

“Course not, Lashawna.” Damien scowled, “We’re not pimping these karens out. We just invited a few friends over for a party, you know? Enjoy the bitches, grab a few drinks… nothing to step on your toes.”

Lashawna didn’t seem impressed. She walked past Damien and grabbed The Mistress by her hair, pulling her up onto her knees to an accompanying whimper of pained arousal. “I guess not… not technically. I hate that word by the way, it means people are trying to be clever, trying to screw their brothers and sisters over without them knowing. Like cowards, I don’t like cowards either.”

“It’s like I said, Lashawna, these two are for me and my boys… we weren’t even gonna keep them.” Damien said firmly, snatching a fistful of The Doctor’s hair and pulling her up to her feet too, keeping the addled blonde between him and Lashawna as the older woman dragged The Mistress around in a circle.

“Just you and the boys.” Lashawna repeated softly. “Just a private party.”

“That’s right.”

“And I didn’t get an invite.” Lashawna tutted, hauling The Mistress up to her feet and squeezing her tits. “That’s hurtful, man, real hurtful.”

“Tell you what Lashawna, you and me have done good work in the past. How about you keep these bitches for yourself. We were just gonna dump them out on Peterson street for the hobos to enjoy, but I reckon you’ll make better use of them, yeah?”

Lashawna smiled. “Reckon I would, yeah.” She thrust The Mistress forward and sent her crashing against The Doctor, both fuck-drunk sluts collided heavily and sank to the ground in a tangle of limbs, moaning and whining all the while. “A good faith gesture, then. I’ll take your karens off your hands, and forget this whole thing happened.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Damien nodded, clearly relieved and already backing towards the door, until Lashawna held up a finger and grappled The Doctor by the scruff of the neck.

“You ain’t leaving until I’ve sampled the merchandise, boy… take your pants of, we’ll seal this little deal the fun way.” She purred, tossing the blonde onto the mattress and pulling down her jeans.

The Doctor cooed as Lashawna revealed her cock, a throbbing foot of ebony she-meat, and raised her ass in anticipation. Across the room, Damien dragged The Mistress over and threw her down onto her back as well, pushing between her legs and prodding her winking asshole with his cock.

As both Time-whores were treated to a vicious ass-stretching curtesy of big black cocks, a few thousand miles away a large blue box let out a satisfied rumble, and began to dematerialise to retrieve what was left of its pilots.