Timefucked: Madame Of The Harem

Vastra sighed happily as she awoke in the vast, dark chamber that was her home. The cloisters were ringing with the sound of sex, the heated stone of her bed radiated against her naked scales, and the hot, wet mouth of Jenny Flint slobbered up and down her throbbing morning wood.

All in all, it was a perfect morning.

She hissed softly through her teeth, green fingers raking through Jenny's dark hair as she savoured the sensation of her favourite maidwife's throat.

"Goddess be praised." she moaned softly as her eyes fluttered open at last.

In an instant Jenny gurgled and pulled back as well, panting for breath and drooling onto her heaving chest as she echoed, "Goddess be praised."

Across the room the chant was repeated, first by one voice and then by another and another. Vastra bared her fangs approvingly, drinking in the sight of her playthings as they moaned and praised their beloved overlord.

"Your breakfast, ma'am." Jenny simpered, appearing at Vastra's shoulder with a plate bearing a raw steak and a rich flute of deep red-black liquid. It was remarkable, given that the Jenny who had woken up Vastra with her excellent blowjob technique was still bobbing away between her legs.

In fact, over a dozen Jenny Flints were scattered throughout the chamber, all identical and dressed in perverted maid's outfits, indistinguishable from one another except for the embroidered number on their aprons. The one currently throating her fat lizard cock was Jenny fourteen.

There were others too, a pair of Clara Oswalds currently swapping spit with one another and Jenny number seven, as well as a River Song, grinning as she bounced her colossal ass back against Jenny number four's strap.

The Empress had collected many temporal duplicates to fill her cloister menagerie. Old friends taken from multiple points in their timelines to fuck and suck their lives away for her amusement. The dark halls and tunnels were packed with women who shared names, faces and histories, but thanks to The Empress they lived in perpetual harmony, lustful and mad and concerned only with their basest needs.

Vastra was no exception, somewhere another one of her and another Jenny were locked in eternal passion in the Empress' private collection. Another shared a den with sister Silurians Restac and Alaya, single-handedly breeding a nation of Silurian slaves to fill The Empress' armies. There were probably more, but she hadn't encountered them yet, she was busy with her own purpose.

Unlike the thousands other sluts that called the cloisters home, she had a mission, a holy duty given to her by The Empress herself: Keep the swarms of sluts in the cloisters from running amok, never let them forget who owns them.

It was a duty Vastra relished.

As she blew her load over Jenny fourteen's face and watched Jennies Nine and Two lick up the mess, she snapped her fingers and called out with an imperious tone.

"Bring me my uniform."

In moments her Jennies had scurried to her feet and slid her lithe green body into luxurious black leather. she smiled down at her doe-eyed maidwives and licked her lips with a forked tongue.

"Good Apes." she purred, cracking her favourite whip and wondering which of the many, many whores to visit first for a little 'discipline.'

Goddess be praised.

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as a bonus to thank you all for your support.

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