Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 5

The fifth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dani.

After a difficult regeneration The Doctor came crashing down to earth in a body that wasn't quite what they were expecting. Now a shy, submissive, round-assed femboy, The Doctor nevertheless leapt into action to defeat Tzim-Sha, but was swiftly defeated and taken as a prize to the Stenza homeworld. Claimed by a Stenza Matriarch, The Doctor was buttfucked into submission and became little more than a plything for their cruel alien mistress.

-o-o-o-

“You’re doing that on purpose!” Yaz growled, shoving The Doctor again. “You call me childish and then some stupid old slut version of you is treating me like a baby, making me call you ‘mommy?’ That can’t be a coincidence!”

“I’m not doing anything.” The Doctor snapped, smacking Yaz’s hand away “The crystals only amplify our unconscious thoughts and desires, I don’t have any more control than you do.”

“Bullshit, I don’t know what you’ve got planned you pervert, but I’m not going to let it happen without a fight!” Yaz scowled, pressing her fingers to her temples and focussing hard.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m… thinking… about you… getting a taste… of your own… medicine!” Yaz hissed.

“That’s not how it works, you can’t control the visions like that, no one can.”

‘The Doctor has courted disaster throughout their lives, risking life and limb to protect those in need, with no thought to their own safety, but in as many worlds as they were victorious, they suffered crushing defeats. In a post-regeneration daze, The Doctor was defeated and manipulated by Tzim-Sha, taken back to the Stenza homeworld as a trophy to secure his bid for dominance…’

“Ha!”

-o-o-o-

“You can’t do this to me!” Tzim-Sha roared, pulling against the manacles binding his wrists. “I completed the rituals, I completed my hunt, I am the rightful ruler of the Stenza!”

Karol-Vha raised a brow in contempt and toyed with the blade of her knife. “You are a coward and a disgrace, unworthy of your name and of even living as one of us.” She sighed. “I allowed you your hunt assuming you would fail and be killed in the effort. I thought even a species as primitive as the humans should be more than a runt could handle, and I was proven right. You had to employ every weapon and tool at your disposal to find your quarry, and even then you almost failed.”

“You have no proof, no evidence! You cannot deny my claim!”

“I have all the proof I require.” Karol snarled, a huge blue hand tangling in the blonde hair sprouting from between her thighs. “The mind of this pitiful beast holds all the evidence of your cowardice. You should have died on earth with some dignity, instead you’ve earned a public execution. The kavas birds will tear your guts from your belly and your flesh from your bones whilst the people watch and listen to your screams.”

“I did what I needed to! What our people need! They deserve to be ruled by me! I deserve to rule!” Tzim-Sha howled as he was dragged from the throne-room, his screams and curses echoing off the cold, dark stone of the Imperial Citadel.

“Make sure the execution is broadcast to all the clans.” Karol sighed, waving a hand towards one of her guards. “And remind them their Empress welcomes all challenges to her reign, so long as they are conducted with honour.”

“Of course, Empress.” A masked stanza nodded, turning on a heel and marching after the howling disgraced hunter into the snow.

Karol hummed and tousled the hair between her legs fondly, before uncrossing her legs and letting the poor suffocating creature haul itself off her cock.

Tzim-Sha’s frankly embarrassing power play had paid off for Karol, she couldn’t have orchestrated it any better. She’d removed an annoyance from her life, provided her people a little entertainment, and acquired herself a tight little cock-holster too.

The blonde wheezed pathetically on the floor, coughing and spluttering and leaking onto the tile stones. It wasn’t a human; a quick scan had confirmed that. The mental probing she’d used to cement her claims of foul-play by Tzim-Sha had revealed a lot, but not a species yet, and not much of a past. It was almost as if it didn’t know it’s history itself, there was just a dazzling golden haze when Karol had pried past the last few days. She’d only gleaned one thing, a name: Doctor.

She smiled and gave her pet’s collar a sharp tug. “You’re making a mess, Doctor.”

“Please…” her pet croaked. “Mercy.”

“The Stenza are not known for their mercy.” Karol hummed, “And I’m known as ruthless even amongst my people.”

She kicked out a boot and knocked her pet’s knee out from under them as they knelt and wheezed on all fours. They fell to the ground whimpering, petite pale body so soft and tight. A plump heart-shaped rear stuck out towards her, so delightfully tempting and fuckable, and in its middle a tiny, pathetic excuse for a cock.

Karol stood and pressed her foot down onto the Doctor’s rear, pinning them to the ground with a squeak of terror. “And just why should I show you mercy anyway? What have you done to earn my clemency? Crawl and whine and make a mess of yourself?”

“Please… you’re hurting me.”

“And just what are you? Not a human, not one of the many races we have encountered in our history. You’re as soft and as weak as a spineless Tivolian, but as pretty and tight as a Aphridian whore… even this…” she knelt on The Doctor’s back and grasped the petite shaft of their cock. “Not quite female, not quite a male… not with that pretty face and this sumptuous arse.”

“Stop it!” The Doctor whined.

“I don’t think I will.” Karol hummed, grabbing The Doctor by the waist and yanking their hips upwards. She rubbed her length against The Doctor’s cheeks, every inch of cold, thick meat teasing over their flesh before she pressed her blue-black head against The Doctor’s untouched rosebud. “You see, as Empress I have the right to claim whatever I please, and I think you’ll make just the most charming pet.”

“N… no!” The Doctor squealed as Karol began pressing her hips forwards, her colossal blue cock pushing hard against the broken femboy’s asshole until Karol was growling in discomfort herself. One of them would have to surrender, either Karol would pull back to relieve the pressure on her cock, or The Doctor’s asshole would gape and allow entrance to the bitchbreaker that would ruin them for good.

“I’m… going… to keep you… at my feet… for the rest of your life.” Karol hissed, squeezing The Doctor’s hips tighter until the little slut was sobbing with pain. “So you can… either break and… obey me… love me… or you can cry your little… heart out… as I use you… over… and over… and over… again!”

She roared and rammed her hips forwards with all her strength, tugging The Doctor back with bulging biceps as she did. With a scream of agony and defeat, The Doctor’s asshole finally stretched wide enough to give Karol entrance, and every last inch of the foot-long pillar of cock rammed into their guts.

The Doctor wheezed and trembled breathlessly as their body was impaled, smooth, svelte stomach bulging as Karol’s cock sunk deeper and deeper into their hole until finally they felt the cold kiss of the Stenza Matriarch’s balls on their own quivering sack. The massive Stenza woman stood up, hauling The Doctor up with her, impaled on her cock.

“Well done, pet.” Karol cooed, gently winding her spare hand around the little whore’s throat. “Now, shall I tell you how this will work?”

The Doctor couldn’t speak, made breathless by the forceful insertion and kept gasping by Karol’s fist around their throat. They nodded weakly, tears streaming down their cheeks as Karol stroked their hair.

“Good girrrrl.” Karol purred, “from now on you’re nothing but a sweet young slut… my property, and that means my word is law.”

The Doctor croaked, helpless hands tugging on Karol’s fist more for support than from any hope of freeing themself. Regardless, Karol responded violently, her hand clenching on The Doctor’s hair and pulling it sharply back.

“I own you, your existence is to obey me, so if you fail to obey I will end your existence. Clear?”

The Doctor nodded frantically, whimpering and groaning as Karol’s hips began to rock.

“You are what I say you are.” Karol hummed. “I say you are a girl. I say you are my pet. I say you were born to obey me. I say that you will do what I tell you to do, wear what I tell you to wear, say what I tell you to say.”

“Yes…” The Doctor sobbed. “I’m… I’m a girl. I’m your pet… whatever you say… please just… just let me adjust… you’re too big...”

“You’ve not earned the right to ask me anything, pet.” Karol hummed, releasing The Doctor’s throat and planting her palms on the shaking time-lord femboy’s waist. “And you never will unless you impress me. so be a good little whore and shake that tight young ass on my cock.”

“Ahn… my feet… can’t reach the floor.” The Doctor whimpered, twisting her back as much as she could as she dangled from Karol’s waist. It was an admirable effort, but with how helpless The Doctor was, there wasn’t much she could do. The Doctor’s fat, fleshy cheeks only wobbled a little as she wriggled in Karol’s grasp, but it was a good show of obedience.

Smiling, Karol began to pull The Doctor off her length, inch by inch slipping out of the time-lord’s ruined asshole, lubed only by the Doctor’s own spit. By the time Karol’s arms were fully extended, about three quarters of her pole had slid from her new pet’s guts, any further and she would have to drop the Doctor, but that wasn’t the plan.

“Tell me you love me.” Karol sang softly, squeezing The Doctor’s hips.

“Wh… what?”

Karol grunted, yanking her arms back and ramming her hips forwards. The Doctor gasped as she was stuffed back full of cock and the breath was knocked out of her lungs.

“Tell me you love me.” Karol repeated, tugging The Doctor back off again.

“Ahn… I don’t… fuck!”

Karol smashed her hips forwards again, faster than before, beginning to tug The Doctor back off again before she could even reply. “Tell me.”

Slap. “Augh!”

“Tell meee.”

Smack. “Eeeik!”

“Tell me!”

Smack. “Ahhhh!”

Karol’s pace grew faster and faster, biting her dark lip as The Doctor’s virgin hole was moulded to wrap her cock perfectly. The smack of the slut’s bubble-butt against her hips was delightful, almost as much as her tiny squeaks and whimpers, or the adorable dangling cock bouncing about between her thighs, so pathetic and useless.

“Mommmmyyyy!” The Doctor howled finally as Karol’s sperm exploded into her guts. “I love youuuuuu mommmy!” Freezing cold cum coursed through her body as she sobbed and shook in Karol’s grasp, her svelte belly swelling from the pressure as she was pumped full of Stenza seed.

“There’s my girl. Goooood girl.” Karol sighed, petting The Doctor’s hair as her new pet sobbed and babbled.

“Mmmommy. Love mommmy… love momma… luv… mama…”

Blegh.

Karol sighed as her sperm came pouring out of The Doctor’s unconscious mouth and dropped her pet to the ground. “Well, I suppose that’s just one more thing I’ll have to train you to handle.”

The Doctor didn’t reply, just twitching on the ground, her own cum spurting and oozing from her cock to mix with the pool of Stenza seed covering her body.

-o-o-o-

“Mommy… am I a good girl mommy?” Dani-Vha simpered, kissing her Mistress’ cock sweetly as she tugged on her own flaccid penis.

“Very good, pet.” Karol hummed, taking the broken blonde by the scalp and silencing her on her pole. “There we go, down to the base, verrrry good.”

As Karol-Vha cross her legs behind Dani’s head, the little slut could only gurgle happily in her place. A good, obedient girl didn’t complain about being suffocated, especially not on her mommy’s yummy dick. A good, obedient girl just sat and jerked off her silly little cock until her mommy let her breathe again.

And Dani was a very good, obedient, girl.