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Depravity Of The Doctor: Slaves of The Tardis

With Gallifrey conquered and all of time and space at her fingertips, The Doctor begins her perverted quest anew! Hunting her former friends and loved ones throughout history, The Doctor captures those who have adventured the furthest in her absence and enslaves them within her Tardis.

Biologically integrated into The Tardis itself, the minds of Ashildr, Bill Potts, Clara Oswald, Donna Noble, Jenny, and River Song are transformed into a perverted inspiration machine, constantly generating sinful new scenarios for The Doctor to enjoy from their memories.

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the eleventh part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Queens of Afterlife. Part Four. Charity

Councillor Tevos had long been under Aria T'loak's thumb, unwillingly blackmailed into doing 'favours' for the pirate queen for years. One day, the councillor was summoned to Omega for yet another favour, and swiftly found herself broken down and transformed to join her three new bestest friends: The Queens of Omega! Transformed via drugs before being infused with silicon goodness, Tevos quickly became a favourite of Afterlife patrons who liked a more mature fuckdoll. Known as Auntie Charity by Candy, Cindy, and Crystal, Tevos certainly enjoyed being a bimbo slut for young cock more than she ever had being a politician!

The fourth of the five corrupted asari bimbos of my story Slaves of Omega drawn by the excellent BecSantus.

Ruin. Part 4

Life with Jack was just the best! Samara had never been happier in her life now that she was the mindless pet of a morally bankrupt biotic bitch! Her days were spent shooting porn, getting high, and being milked. Her nights were spent whoring on street corners or getting sent around to friends of  Jack, who always had room for a brainless bimbo breeder at their parties. The never ending flow of cum, booze, pills and pussy stripped away what little of Samara's old self remained, leaving only a giggling, jiggling milf happy to spend the rest of her life as Jack's knocked up fuckslave...

This piece was made by the wonderful BreedingDuties! 

Depravity Of The Doctor: The Mistress Of Gallifrey

Mad with power, The Doctor and The Mistress invade Gallifrey and remake it in their twisted image! Whilst The Doctor begins perverting the citizens into lust-crazed breeding stock for her armies, The Mistress pays the council a visit. Massacring some of the greatest Time-Lords alive, transforming others into brainless bimbos, she takes her throne as Gallifrey's supreme empress with three new pets totally in her thrall. 

Whilst President Flavia loses her mind in a gooning trance and The Corsair begs and drools for her Mistress' attention, former-president Romana become a giggling sycophant, delusionaly believing she's only playing along with The Mistress' insane schemes as a spy!

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the tenth part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Omegan Roulette: Bad Ending

The slut on the right groaned with anticipation as Shepard’s hands grabbed her thick thighs, her sopping azure pumping against Shepard’s cock as the human thrust her length along its crease. Her beautiful grey eyes rolled back with bliss before coming back down to stare Shepard directly in the eye with a single, silent command:

“Fuck me already!”

Shepard obeyed without question forcing her tip between the asari’s pleading petals and drawing blood with how hard her teeth bit her own lip. She was too horny to resist anymore, to horny for restraint, and no sooner had the plump pink head of her cock been swallowed by asari cunt, she moaned and drove herself inside to the balls.

“Fuuuuck!” Shepard howled, instantly beginning to thrust her monster cock into her asari mate’s babymaker. Her fingers sank into supple azure flesh as she gripped the woman by her thighs, drawing whimpers of pain out from the gagged slut below her, barely distinguishable from the mindless sobs of pleasure.

Shepard panted like a dog as she humped her chosen asari’s ass, drool dripping from her outstretched tongue and splattering onto the asari’s sweat-licked stomach. The wetness of the asari’s cunt was sucking and slopping between the two of them as they bred now, long wet sticky strands of quim webbing Shepard’s crotch and its asari counterpart together.

The stink of sex was overpowering the scent of the aphrodisiac now, asari cunt perfuming the hot, humid prison cell as it began to fill with sweat and panting breaths, only driving the poor neglected asari beside the breeding pair further into her heat.

A muffled, breathless squeak escaped the Asari’s lips after a particularly hard thrust, and her eyes focussed on Shepard with blazing, lustful intent. Shepard was already lost, but she sank into those eyes like quicksand, tongue lolling and brain shutting down as she was invited to breed like she’d never experienced before.

“You… fucking… blue… slut!” She groaned, tears of frustration and bliss oozing town her cheeks as she panted. “You feel too… too fucking good!”

“Mmmmm!” the asari replied, matching Shepard’s thrusts with her hips, eyes never leaving Shepard’s as the human woman rammed herself inside over and over again, desperate to satisfy herself in a way she just couldn’t no matter how deep or hard she sank herself into her ‘victim.’

“All these… weeks!” Shepard grunted, shifting her grip from the asari’s thighs to her waist, yanking her harder against her cock as she thrust ever more violently into her. “Walking around… my ship! With that… fat… fucking… ass… in that… slutty… little… suit! You were… begging for this! Walking around… with these… udders practically hanging out! Pretending to be so… cool… and… calm! You fucking... cocktease!”

She howled and leaned down close, hunching her body over the asari and biting viciously into her wobbling blue titmeat. The taste of asari sweat only made her feral lust blaze harder, and in no time she was snarling and slobbering over her helpless lover’s quivering blue rack.

Her teeth found a nipple and she bit down hard, chewing on the diamond of flesh like a dog with a toy and coaxing another low, pleased purr from the asari. Something in the back of her subconscious was screaming that she was in danger, that she’d made the wrong choice, but her mind had faded to lust and her body was on autopilot, desperate to fuck and fuck and fuck until the stars burned out.

The sopping, silky walls of the asari’s azure were squeezing and caressing Shepard with a mind of their own, milking her deep into the blue woman’s body until her cock was brushing the poor thing’s cervix. To her left, Shepard vaguely heard the despairing whines of the second asari, watching helplessly as she pounded deep into the sublime embrace of her new goddess.

Barely even human anymore, just a breeding animal, Shepard only registered an obstruction to her cock sinking into her mate’s body, and snarled. Nothing could be allowed to come between her and the bliss she knew was coming. She needed to be inside! Needed to feel her asari lover envelop her inside and out, devour her, consume her!

“Oh… my… fucking… god!” she howled, ramming her hips forward with each guttural utterance that came bursting from her lips. “I can’t… stop… I need… I need… I need moooooooore!”

With a final, near-pelvis-shattering slam, Shepard punched her cock inside the asari so hard every last millimetre of human fuckmeat disappeared inside her. The asari’s belly bulged at the ultimate penetration, the outline of Shepard’s breeding tool pressing against her skin. Shepard’s words melted into a mind-fucked moan as, at last, her heaving balls twitched and she gushed her load into her lover.

Beneath her, the asari twitched, eyes crossed and body limp as rope after rope of potent human seed filled her womb to breaking point. At long last, a crashing orgasm tore through her, and her rolling grey eyes burned black.

One moment, Shepard was slobbering over herself as her balls drained into her latest conquest, the next she was floating in the aether, that same asari still impaled upon her, howling like a banshee.

“Fuck me you bitch!” Morinth snarled, slapping her fat blue ass down against Shepard’s cock, clinging to her human mate hard enough to draw blood. Her fingernails dug into pale pink skin, her thighs locked against a muscular human waist, she bared her fangs and sank them into Shepard’s throat, tasting blood and glowing with delight.

“Gonna fucking breed your fat blue ass!” Shepard moaned, barely noticing the change in location or the way her body was beginning to seize. A hot, wet, pumping sensation at her throat was growing stronger and stronger. She felt like she was sinking into a warm bath, her arms and legs just drifting under the surface into pure relaxation.

“Yesss… goddess!” Shepard howled, cumming again and again and again deep inside the Ardat-Yakshi latched onto her neck. The bliss of her balls emptying inside Morinth beginning to fade in comparison to the bliss she was dissolving into. “Breed! Breed… I wanna… wanna breed you… give you my babies… give you… give you everything!”

Shepard tasted blood at the back of her tongue and felt the delicious pumping sensation of her balls emptying into Morinth throb with renewed vigour. She went limp, hands falling away from her beloved goddess’ gorgeous ass, her head lolling backwards as Morinth drank deeper and deeper from her soul.

As Shepard’s eyes closed in a euphoric sleep and Morinth’s cunt milked the last of her seed from her body, the bond binding the two women together began to fade.

Shepard stumbled backwards, eyes wide open, before toppling backwards like a tree and crashing to the ground. A small trickle of blood dribbled from her nose as she lay unmoving, a delighted smile frozen on her face.

With a thick, wet ‘glorp,’ her load began to escape Morinth’s pussy, bubbling heavily from her well-fed azure and oozing down her flesh to her winking asshole.

The Ardat-Yakshi was sated at last, completely limp in her bonds, eyes staring dreamily up at the cell ceiling as waves of bliss ricocheted around her body.

To her left, Samara stared at the scene with despair, her tears soaking her cheeks and her pussy soaking her thighs as she watched her daughter ride the aftershocks of Shepard’s breeding frenzy. It only took Aria’s cruel cooing voice coming over the intercom to remind her what would come next.

“Well well, that was one hell of a show.” Aria laughed, the sound of soft applause coming over the speakers, “I’m almost jealous, Shepard really gave it to you hard!”

With a soft hiss, the restraints around Morinth’s body snapped open, the gag rolling free of her mouth and dropping to the floor. A lesser woman might have been left limp and helpless after Shepard’s onslaught, but Morinth had just had the meal of a lifetime, and she felt stronger than she ever had before. She slid her legs over the edge of the table she’d been balanced on and dropped lightly to the floor, admiring the torrent of human seed escaping from her pussy and splattering the floor.

It was almost a pity. If anyone had been able to survive her, it would have been Shepard. At least the hero had given her a spectacular fuck to remember her by.

“I’m a woman of my word, Morinth. You’re free to go and, so long as you stay out of my territory, you’ll have nothing to worry about from me.” Aria drawled, “I’ll give you a moment to collect yourself and deal with the family drama, then my men will come escort you out.”

The intercom fizzled out and Morinth sighed, raising her head and basking in the sensations of a fresh kill. After a moment, she smiled and returned her mind to business.

Samara sobbed and strained against her bonds as Morinth prowled close to her, her naked form quivering in as much terror as lust now. Morinth smiled, how her mother must have been humiliated, her final moments leaving her wracked with lust like an Omegan gutter whore. There was no dignity in this end, no honour, just abject failure and the knowledge that she was helpless to prevent the inevitable.

“You’ve no idea how much I want to just leave you here, mother.” Morinth hissed, lowering her lips to Samara’s ear and gently taking her by the throat. “After all the years you’ve hunted me, I want so badly to make you suffer. I want to invite all of Omega into this cell, let them defile you over and over again until your body breaks or your mind shatters. I want to wait for the moment your heart gives out, or at last you look at me and admit you adore being fucked like a cheap hole, before I devour you from the inside out.”

Samara sobbed and pleaded, but nothing came out beyond muffled nonsense.

“But I know you, mother.” Morinth sighed, tightening her grip. “And even though I hate you so, so much, I know you’re strong. I know it because you made me strong, it’s the greatest gift you ever gave me… so I’ll make it quick, and then I’ll go find that band of friends you’ve made and show them… just… how… strong… I… am.”

Morinth sighed and wiped her hands clean on her chest, stepping over Shepard’s body and stretching languidly by the door. Even after such a delicious meal, there was always room for more, and luckily her mother had brought her a banquet.

She smiled as Aria’s guards opened the doors to the cell, and sashayed out, looking forward to the rest of her evening.

“I just… I can’t believe this is happening.” Tali’Zorah sniffed, clutching her hands to her chest as the pod containing Shepard’s body was floated gently into the cargo bay. “We only just got her back.”

“It is a tragedy.” Morinth said solemnly, bowing her head in a show of mourning. “One I take full responsibility for… I underestimated Morinth, she was far more cunning and powerful than I could have anticipated.”

The tiniest of smiles tugged at the corner of her mouth, but she quickly repressed it and folded her arms over the red armour now squeezing her body. Getting her mother’s suit off Aria had been easy, as was impersonating the late Justicar, but she was really having a hard time hiding her giddy delight at the buffet of beautiful women aboard the Normandy just waiting to be enjoyed.

“Well that’s just fucking great then, isn’t it?” Jack snarled, suddenly shoving her back a few steps. “Shepard’s fucking dead, but as long as you take responsibility I guess everything’s just fine!”

“Jack!” Miranda barked, tearing her eyes away from Shepard’s casket, “Fighting amongst ourselves isn’t going to bring the commander back… and it won’t stop the collectors. We need to make a plan, figure out how we can stop them without the commander.”

“Don’t think I don’t notice you just stepping into Shepard’s shoes before she’s even cold!” Jack snarled, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you cheerleader?”

“I am the XO, it’s my duty to take command and complete our mission.” Miranda hissed coldly, “But don’t you dare think I wanted this, or that I’m not mourning Shepard too. She was my friend too, but we can’t let the Collectors get away!”

“Perhaps you are right, Miss Lawson.” Morinth sighed heavily, shaking her head. “I have lost a dear friend and a daughter today, one at the hands of the other, but our enemies won’t wait whilst we mourn. We should get underway.”

Jack stalked away, muttering profanities under her breath as Miranda took one last sad look at the casket and headed for the elevator. Tali stifled another sob, not even noticing as Morinth smiled and followed Miranda.

“Miranda, my friend, I am truly sorry for your loss.” Morinth said softly, moving quietly up behind the dark-haired beauty as she rested her hands against the far wall of the elevator and hung her head in misery.

“At least you avenged her, Samara.” Miranda muttered, as the doors slid shut and they began to ascend.

“Please… let me make you feel better.” Morinth smiled, resting a hand on her shoulder and hitting the emergency stop.

“What are you doi… mfff!” Miranda snapped, spinning around only to be pinned to the wall by Morinth’s lips. She struggled and thrashed as the asari pressed her snugly to the bulkhead, soft hands gripping her wrists, powerful thighs forcing her legs to spread.

Morinth purred as she tasted Miranda’s tongue, before pulling her lips back and pressing them against the breathless human’s neck.

“Whu… what’re you…?” Miranda moaned, dazed by Morinth’s taste and the touch of her inside her head, before she yipped with pain, feeling the Ardat-Yakshi’s fangs slip into her throat.

“It’s ok, Miranda.” She heard Morinth whisper into her mind as everything began to dissolve into bliss. “You can tell Shepard I say hello…”

Omegan Roulette: Good Ending

The slut on the left groaned with anticipation as Shepard’s hands grabbed her thick thighs, her sopping azure pumping against Shepard’s cock as the human thrust her length along its crease. Her beautiful grey eyes rolled back with bliss before coming back down to stare Shepard directly in the eye with a single, silent command:

“Fuck me!”

Shepard obeyed without question forcing her tip between the asari’s pleading petals and drawing blood with how hard her teeth bit her own lip. She was too horny to resist anymore, to horny for restraint, and no sooner had the plump pink head of her cock been swallowed by asari cunt, she moaned and drove herself inside to the balls.

“Fuuuuck!” Shepard howled, instantly beginning to thrust her monster cock into her asari mate’s babymaker. Her fingers sank into supple azure flesh as she gripped the woman by her thighs, drawing whimpers of pain out from the gagged slut below her, barely distinguishable from the mindless sobs of pleasure spewing from her muffled mouth.

Shepard panted like a dog as she humped her chosen asari’s ass, drool dripping from her outstretched tongue and splattering onto the asari’s sweat-licked stomach. The wetness of the asari’s cunt was sucking and slopping between the two of them as they bred now, long wet sticky strands of quim webbing Shepard’s crotch and it’s asari counterpart together.

The stink of sex was overpowering the scent of the aphrodisiac now, asari cunt perfuming the hot, humid prison cell as it began to fill with sweat and panting breaths, only driving the poor neglected asari beside the breeding pair further into her heat.

A muffled, breathless squeak escaped the Asari’s lips as her eyes crossed, a fresh heat and rush of wetness caressing Shepard’s cock as she drove violently inside her helpless lover. The poor bitch had cum already, and Shepard wasn’t nearly done with her yet.

“You… fucking… blue… slut!” She groaned, tears of frustration and bliss oozing town her cheeks as she panted. “You feel too… too fucking good!”

“Mhhhuhhh!” the asari replied, matching Shepard’s thrusts with her hips, eyes rolling as her body took over where her mind failed.

“All these… weeks!” Shepard grunted, shifting her grip from the asari’s thighs to her waist, yanking her harder against her cock as she thrust ever more violently into her. “Walking around… my ship! With that… fat… fucking… ass… in that… slutty… little… suit! You were… begging for this! Walking around… with these… udders practically hanging out! Pretending to be so… cool… and… calm! You a fucking… cocktease!”

She howled and leaned down close, hunching her body over the asari and biting viciously into her wobbling blue titmeat. The taste of asari sweat only made her feral lust blaze harder, and in no time she was snarling and slobbering over her helpless prey’s quivering blue rack.

Her teeth found a nipple and she bit down hard, chewing on the diamond of flesh like a dog with a toy and coaxing another crashing orgasm from the slut it belonged to.

The sopping, silky walls of the asari’s azure were squeezing and caressing Shepard with a mind of their own, milking her deep into the blue woman’s body until her cock was brushing the poor thing’s cervix.

Barely even human anymore, just a breeding animal, Shepard only registered an obstruction to her cock sinking into her mate’s body, and snarled.

“Why… are you all… such fucking… sluts!” she barked, ramming her hips forward with each guttural utterance that came bursting from her lips. “Fucking… Asari… whoooooooooooooores!”

With a final, near-pelvis-shattering slam, Shepard punched her cock inside the asari so hard every last millimetre of human fuckmeat disappeared inside her. The asari’s belly bulged at the ultimate penetration, the outline of Shepard’s breeding tool pressing against her skin. Shepard’s words melted into a mind-fucked moan as, at last, her heaving balls twitched and she gushed her load into her victim.

Beneath her, the asari twitched, eyes crossed and body limp as rope after rope of potent human seed filled her womb to breaking point. One last crashing orgasm tore through her, and her rolling grey eyes burned black.

One moment, Shepard was chewing on a quaking asari tit as her balls drained into her latest conquest, the next she was floating in the aether, that same asari still impaled upon her, howling like a banshee.

“Fuuuuuhck meeeeeee!” Samara squealed, slapping her fat blue ass down against Shepard’s cock, clinging to her human mate hard enough to draw blood. All thoughts of the code had been erased, the memory of her situation was long gone, all that mattered now was the hard human cock in her hot asari babymaker! Centuries of sexual repression came bursting out of the Justicar milf all at once, as she gurgled with delight at being thoroughly bred.

“Gonna fucking breed your fat blue ass!” Shepard snarled, barely noticing the change in location herself as she sank her teeth into Samara’s collarbone and grappled her by the ass.

“Yesss… fuuuuuuck!” Samara howled, cumming again at the sudden pain and wrapping her legs around Shepard’s back. “Breed! Breeeeeeeeed! I wanna… have your… human… babieees!”

Shepard tasted blood and felt the delicious pumping sensation of her balls emptying into Samara throb with renewed vigour. She broke away, tongue lolling and stained purple, before smacking her lips against Samara’s.

As frenzied human and asari tongues wrestled and writhed against one another, the bond binding the two women together began to fade.

Shepard stumbled backwards, suddenly spent, and fell to her knees, panting like a dog.

With a thick, wet ‘glorp’ her load began to escape Samara’s pussy, bubbling heavily from her conquered azure and oozing down her flesh to her winking asshole.

The Justicar was spent, completely limp in her bonds, eyes staring dreamily up at the cell ceiling as waves of bliss ricocheted around her body.

To their right, Morinth stared at the scene in awe, her own pussy soaking her thighs as she watched her mother and Shepard ride the aftershocks of their breeding frenzy. It only took Aria’s cruel cooing voice coming over the intercom to remind her what would come next.

“Well well, that was one hell of a show, Shepard.” Aria laughed, the sound of soft applause coming over the speakers, “I’m almost jealous, you really pounded that uptight bitch senseless!”

With a soft hiss, the restraints around Samara’s body snapped open, the gag rolling free of her mouth and dropping to the floor. With nothing left to hold her up, Samara flopped limply over the small metal table she’d been balanced on, arms and legs dangling over the sides as she dribbled her victory down onto the floor.

“I’m a woman of my word, Shepard. You and the new mommy are free to go and, so long as you don’t piss me off again, the footage of this intimate moment will stay for my eyes only.” Aria drawled, “I’ll give you a moment to collect yourselves and take out the trash.”

The intercom fizzled out and Shepard groaned, raising her head and blinking at the ruined body of Samara as the Justicar whimpered and caressed her blushing azure.

“S… Samara?” she croaked. “Is… that you?”

“Y… yes… commander.” Samara breathed, rolling off the table and falling heavily onto her hands and knees. Shepard felt her cock pulse as the Justicar’s colossal ass was waved in her face, but she didn’t have the energy to make a grab for it. “You… chose well.”

“I didn’t… hurt you?”

“I will recover.” Samara groaned, gripping Morinth’s gurney and hauling herself up to her feet. Her legs shook as she stood, cum splattering the floor between her feet, but she slowed her breathing and leaned over her daughter.

Morinth was thrashing in her bindings, eyes locked onto her mother’s as Samara gently reached down and stroked her cheek. Her howls and screams of defiance were lost behind the gag, until Samara’s fingers wound around her throat and silenced her.

“L… let us… return to the n… Normandy.” Samara moaned, leaning her soft, sweaty body against Shepard for support, before taking the first shaky steps towards the open door to their cell.

“Given the circumstances, I think I’ve been more than fair, Shepard.” Samara said patiently, watching as Jane paced the upper level of her cabin like a cornered animal. “Is it so much to ask you to take responsibility?”

She was sat on Shepard’s bed, not for the first time, her suit discarded and one of Jane’s shirts tugged over her curvaceous blue form. Coming to Jane’s cabin had become somewhat regular for the former-justicar, but soon enough there wouldn’t be any need to travel so far just to see her mate.

“I was drugged!” Jane whined, running her fingers through her hair. “I didn’t want to be a dad! I can’t believe you’re…”

“I left the Justicar Order for your sake, Shepard.” Samara reminded her, placing her hands gently against the soft blue sphere of her pregnant belly. “With no more support from the order, providing for myself and this child falls to you.”

“I didn’t ask you to leave the order.” Jane complained, “You didn’t even ask me beforehand! I thought we’d agreed that we weren’t even going to talk about what happened, and then suddenly you’re demanding I settle down and be your… your pet!”

“Asking you to stay in my home with our child and provide for us is hardly slavery, Shepard.”

Shepard let out a dismissive grunt and ran her fingers through her hair, clearly trying to formulate an escape. Samara sighed, admiring her mate’s figure as she paced back and forth, before deciding to bring the little illusion that Shepard had any choice to an end.

“Would you prefer I inform the Justicar Order of the true nature of this conception?” she asked sweetly, watching as Shepard paled. “Raping and breeding me would make you an enemy of the state, Shepard… isn’t it so much better for us all if you simply come home and do your duty?”

“My… duty?” Shepard whispered, head in her hands.

“It needn’t be unpleasant.” Samara cooed, “It’s any asari mother’s duty to take care of their mate too.” She gently undid the single button currently holding Shepard’s shirt together over the mass of her breasts and swollen stomach. She let out a soft sigh as she felt her breasts fall free, heaving happily in the cool air. Her lip curled as Shepard stared at her, entranced by her beauty even more than she had been before putting a baby in her belly.

“Come home… take care of me and our child.” Samara breathed soothingly, curling a finger to Shepard who helplessly approached, a tent in her pants. “We’ll find you a job on Thessia to spend your days at, and at night… I will be waiting in our bed for you.”

“Our… bed?” Shepard mumbled, cheeks flushed as Samara’s fingers tangled in her hair and tugged her face down to meet her breast.

“That’s right… my beautiful mate… you can fuck and breed me to your heart’s content.” Samara crooned as Shepard cuddled against her and began to slather her tits with her tongue. “My child needs a father, and I have no intention of letting this…magnificent thing escape my reach.”

She reached down and caressed Shepard’s cock with a dainty touch.

“Do we have a deal, love?”

Shepard whined, feeling as Samara pulled her cock flush with her azure and rubbed the slick blue folds with her head.

“Yes… Samara.” She surrendered, sinking deep into her pregnant mate’s pussy and letting the asari draw her in. “Whatever you say.”

“Good girl.” Samara smiled. “Good girl.”

Omegan Roulette

Commander Jane Shepard let out a miserable, exhausted groan as consciousness came back to her poor battered body. She hadn’t felt this bad since… well, since she’d died. Her body had barely finished being knit together by Cerberus scientists and she was already putting it through combat tougher than anything she’d faced in her entire career.

It didn’t help that the damn mattress Cerberus had put in her cabin felt as hard and cold as steel.

“Mhhm!”

Shepard sighed, hearing the muffled groan of a woman somewhere above her head, and cracked a small smile. She’d missed that sound.

Sure, being dead for two years meant it hadn’t actually been all that long since she’d last fucked, to her mind it felt like only a week or so since she’d had Liara pinned beneath her, sinking every last inch of her cock into the virgin asari slut’s cunt. Her body, on the other hand, had two years’ worth of frustration it wanted to release.

She didn’t remember going to bed with anyone last night, but then again, she had enjoyed a few drinks in the Afterlife bar, and a lot of those Asari dancers had looked fucking delicious. She must have just had one too many and gotten lucky anyway, it wouldn’t have been the first time.

“Shhprrr!”

“Whuduhfhhk!”

Huh.

That was two muffled voices now, she suddenly wished she could remember the past night a lot more.

“Shepard, it’s time to wake uuu-up.” A third voice cooed in a sing-song tone, and finally Shepard hauled herself up off her face with a grunt of confusion.

She was not in her cabin. She was not in some shitty hotel room. She wasn’t even in some private lounge in a strip club.

She was in a prison cell.

And she wasn’t alone.

Two asari were lying on their backs in front of her, or more accurately, two asari were mechanically restrained and balanced on their backs in front of her.

The gorgeous, curvy, sapphire body of Justicar Samara was trussed up helplessly in all its naked glory, sat in place besides the woman who could only be her daughter, Morinth. The identical pair of blue beauties were bound and gagged the same, with legs bent and raised high to show off their fat blue asses and the sopping messes of their alien cunts.

Colossal blue udders, far bigger and juicier than Liara’s, heaved with panicked breaths as their owners stared around the room and at Shepard, plush azure lips stretched around hard, wet ball gags.

Shepard blinked, watching as the two identical asari wriggled as much as they could in their bonds, big grey eyes wide and panicked. She just barely noticed, once she’d torn her eyes away from the pair’s fertile pussies and wobbling tits, that the woman she’d pegged as Samara wasn’t wearing her usual forehead plates.

She barely had time to wonder if she’d mistaken the justicar for her identical homicidal daughter, before a set of speakers in the ceiling thrummed into life.

“Good morning sleepyhead.” The voice of Aria T’Loak cooed over the intercom as Shepard stared in awe and bewilderment at the scene in front of her. “Have a nice nap?”

“A… Aria?” Shepard groaned, turning around stupidly as the pirate queen’s mocking tones filtered into the cell. “What… what the fuck is going on?”

“It’s alright, you haven’t been harmed… yet.” Aria purred, “Be grateful, hero, most people who cross me just get their throats slit.”

“Ghhrrh!” the asari on the left growled into her gag, whilst her twin strained uselessly against the chains holding her legs in position.

“Patience, sluts. I’ll get to you.” Aria laughed, before with a hum of electricity, the cell began to light up. Neon lights shone on the walls and the tiny red lights of recording cameras blinked into life across every surface. A faint mist began to pool around the soles of Shepard’s feet as she did her best to cover herself with her hands, realising she too was buck ass naked.

It was a losing battle, Shepard may have not had the same monster-sized udders as Miranda, Samara or Ashley, but she was still plenty busty. Besides, just one hand would never be enough to hide away her throbbing python of a cock, even when it was flaccid.

“Damnit Aria, what the fuck are you playing at?” Shepard growled, backing herself into a corner and scowling at all the many watching cameras.

“After that stunt you pulled with Archangel, I was willing to cut you a little slack.” Aria drawled, “But you just had to keep pushing, interfering in my operations, making trouble for me. No-one does that and lives, not even the great Commander Shepard. So consider this my merciful solution to your constant annoyance.”

With a thud, a fresh set of lights blazed into life around the left asari, blinking and flashing with an inviting red glow around her helpless body as she growled and tugged on her restraints.

“You and your justicar pet came looking for an Ardat Yakshi in my club. I found her first.”

With a second thud, lights illuminated around the right asari, this time blue, and began to blink in the same inviting patterns around her.

“Justicars are bad for business, nosy human spectres are bad for business, and murderous Ardat-Yakshi are most definitely bad for business.” Aria hissed. “So I’m going to kill three birds with one stone, and let the lot of you take care of yourselves.”

The lights around the asari began to alternate between red and blue, blinking one colour then the next faster and faster as Aria continued.

“One of these bitches is the Justicar, the other is her murderous brat. You’re going to fuck one of them stupid or I’ll flood the room with neurotoxin gas. If you’re lucky and breed the Justicar, she’ll be set free and the two of you can deal with your prey and leave my station in peace. Choose wrong, you die, the bitch gets set loose, your Justicar friend follows you into the afterlife, and the murderous little cunt gets to leave instead.” The cruel asari laughed, “The choice is yours, Shepard.”

“You… you can’t be serious!?” Jane snarled, eyes darting down to the pair of identical blue sluts, who looked to be having the same reaction she was.

“I’m deadly serious, Shepard. The only way you leave my station alive is after you give me a nice vid of you balls deep in a helpless asari justicar. If you ever interfere in my business again, you can be sure that vid will leave my personal collection and be on every porn site in the galaxy in a second. As for you Morinth, if you do get lucky and get the commander to pick you, I’ll give you safe passage out of my territory before everyone on this station gets orders to shoot you on sight, ok sweetie?” Aria added, “If any of you ever come near my territory again, I’ll have you blown out of the sky.”

“So that’s the gambit. You two blue whores try to convince the commander to fuck you silly, winner gets to live.”

“And if I won’t play your sick game?”

“You mean other than getting gassed?” Aria asked tiredly, “I have guns trained on your ship as we speak, refuse and it won’t just be you who’ll die, it’ll be everyone under your command.”

Shepard scowled at the cameras mutely, before hanging her head in defeat.

“Wonderful.” Aria laughed. “Have fun now!”

The red and blue lights flashing around the helpless asari blazed for a moment before dimming, leaving only two bound blue beauties and a helpless, horny human to figure out what to do next.

“Ok… ok shit let me think about this.” Shepard groaned, pacing around the walls of the cell and desperately searching for any way out. There wasn’t even a fucking door as far as she could tell, and whatever the mist was that was pooling around the floor, it was making concentration hard, among other things.

“Some kind of fucking aphrodisiac.” Jane grunted, gingerly pushing a palm against her rock-hard cock and biting her lip. She was so stiff her erection barely moved an inch as she pushed down on it, and came springing back up into position like rubber the instant she let go. A fat dollop of pearly white precum bubbled from her tip and dropped down into the mist below. “God damn it.”

Behind her, the two asari groaned and writhed in their restraints. The gas was driving them into just as much of a heat as it was Shepard, both of their plump azures dripping with quim and pulsing with arousal, as if they were just begging Shepard to dive in.

“Alright… alright fine I’ll play the fucking game.” Shepard breathed, eyeing both women nervously before running her fingers through her sweaty hair. “Uh… Samara blink twice if it’s you?”

Both asari blinked twice, and then looked at each other, and then at her like she was a moron.

“Fuck.” Shepard nodded, feeling pretty stupid too.

“Shhpr.” The left asari said through her ball gag, grey eyes deadly serious. “Ishhmhh.”

“Dhn lhhsn.” The right grunted immediately, “Shhs Mmrth.”

“Well that’s not helpful either.” Shepard sighed, “Listen… just… let me think.”

She stared down at the pair intently, desperate to see any difference between them that could help, but they were utterly indistinguishable from one another. The one on the left had a few scars in different places to the one on the right, but Shepard had never seen either woman naked and so couldn’t use that to identify them.

No tattoos or birthmarks anywhere on their beautiful, glistening bodies that would indicate a lifestyle of devout service or hedonistic indulgence. No make-up left on their faces to differentiate the noble warrior and the psychotic party girl.

Shepard swallowed, desperately trying to ignore her erection and the insidious urge to taste the helpless aliens at her mercy, before lowering her head to the right Asari’s breast. Her Hail Mary bid to see if Morinth may just have gotten her nipples pierced failed spectacularly as neither woman showed any sign.

Samara was gorgeously thick, but Morinth had clearly inherited her fertile figure, and so Shepard couldn’t easily tell which was older, or had given birth before. She shifted her position and shuffled to the left Asari’s forehead, trying unhopefully to see if there was any kind of residue from whatever kept the Justicar’s tiara stuck to her forehead. There wasn’t any on either woman.

“Shhpr.” The right asari moaned as jane withdrew from staring at her head. “Phhs.”

Shepard winced, tempted to try and comfort the woman, but for all she knew this was Morinth trying to trick her. She glanced at the other, who simply closed her eyes and waited. The left asari followed Shepard’s gaze and growled indignantly, wriggling in her bonds and staring up at the human throbbing above her.

‘Ok.’ Shepard thought to herself, turning away from both women and pinching her brow, ‘I can figure this out…

Ordinarily, she would have expected the peaceful meditation to come from Samara, that was so much of her entire personality after all. That being said, she’d been on edge ever since Morinth had come onto the scene, acting far more emotional and intense ever since they’d landed on Omega.

Maybe Samara was counting that Shepard, knowing her, would recognise her stoicism and decision to meditate rather than convince her outright. Or maybe Morinth, not knowing how desperate Samara had been acting the past few days, was counting on her mother’s usual cold demeanour to implicate her as the safe choice.

Maybe Morinth was struggling and straining against the bonds because she lacked her mother’s discipline, or maybe the situation was just so dire Samara was losing her usual focus.

Maybe Samara had tried to plead with Shepard as best she could because of the trust they’d built up over the mission so far, all those late nights talking in her lounge about asari history and philosophy. Or maybe Morinth had just counted on Shepard’s reputation as a kind-hearted saviour.

Fuck it was too hot to think in the cell, and her cock was aching for action worse than she’d ever felt. She could practically taste the scent of asari in heat on the air, slutty alien sweat and broiling fertile cunts just begging to be bred.

She covered her face with her hands and groaned, her cock jerking insistently and driving her mad.

Suddenly, she heard something she hadn’t expected: the meaty slapping of a twerking asari ass.

She spun to see the left asari rhythmically bouncing her fat butt as much as she could in her restraints, eyes-half-lidded and clouded by lust as she stared at the commander. That gorgeous blue beach of assmeat was singing a siren song Shepard could barely resist, and the asari’s motions were making her huge tits roll and swell like waves in the ocean, just begging for Shepard’s fingers to sink into them.

In an instant, the right asari let out an indignant grunt and began to twerk as well, jiggling her fertile body as much as she could and filling the air with the sound of clapping asari cheeks.

“S… Samara?” Shepard blushed, all of her careful calculations forgotten as the pair of helpless women silently begged to be bred. She would never have suspected Samara to act so lewdly, even to save her own life, but god whichever blue slut she was, she was putting on one hell of a show.

“Fuck… I can’t take it anymore.” Shepard whined, clutching her cock as hard as she could as the last of her defiance shattered.

She made her choice.

Timefucked: Teacher/Student Relations

(part 10 available in wider archive.)

"Why doesn't he ever talk about this Clara?" Bill asked, crossing her arms as Nardole scurried around The Doctor's office at the university. "If they were so close, why pretend she doesn't exist? He's got pictures of other friends."

She pointed a finger at two portraits sat on The Doctor's desk, one of a smiling young, dark-haired girl in black and white, the other a colour photo of an older woman with a mane of curly blonde hair.

"Those aren't his friends." Nardole said darkly, "Now you wait here and don't touch anything. I've got to check the vault, seeing as The Doctor would rather wander off to Venus than do his duty."

The bald little man stomped off, grumbling under his breath, as Bill frowned and looked at the pictures a little closer.

There was an odd fluttering sensation and all the lights seemed to dim. Even the sun stopped shining, as if there was a sudden eclipse, and then everything was back to normal. Or, almost everything.

The young girl in the black and white photo, who had been smiling innocently, was now naked and cum-soaked, squatting on a fat, ribbed dildo with her eyes rolled back and tongue lolling like a hentai slut.

The older blonde woman wasn't just smiling in her photo either, now giving a vigorous titjob to a fat black cock with sperm oozing over her giggling features and tangling her hair.

"He doesn't remember me." a cooing voice said as Bill bit her lip and stared at the sexy creatures captured in the middle of their fun. She spun around to see a petite, round-faced woman with a sleek bob of brown hair stepping towards her, naked from head to toe. "But he will."

"Wh... what?" Bill squeaked, backing up against The Doctor's desk as the strange woman pressed herself snug against her, hands stroking over her own.

"The Doctor, he wiped his memories of me. He doesn't remember Clara Oswald at all, but he will... she will, and we'll all have so much fun together!"

Bill moaned as Clara stood on her tiptoes and locked lips with her, falling back onto The Doctor's desk and kissing her new lover passionately.

In the shadows of the room, a low, feminine laugh began to echo...

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the eleventh in this series.

Ruin. Part 3

Initially, Samara had thought Jack was just another customer there to fuck her silly and leave her to wallow in the filth of her alleyway home. Her mouth had watered and her pussy had throbbed with hunger as the punk stripped down and stroked her silly blue head, but Jack had much bigger plans for the wretched former Justicar than just a quick fuck. Samara groaned with frustration, unable to understand all the big words this nice tattooed lady said to her,  but thankfully her new mistress quickly realised her mistake and guided the broken asari's mouth to her cunt...

This piece was made by the wonderful BreedingDuties

Ruin. Part 2

A helpless sex-addicted sow, Samara could barely remember her days as a proud warrior for justice. High on a cocktail of drugs, a dozen different species' sperm, and the perverted arousal of being a pregnant gutter whore, Samara didn't even know her own name most days. She certainly didn't recognise her old teammate Jack when the psychotic biotic stumbled across her begging in the slums, not at first, at least...

This piece was made by the wonderful BreedingDuties

Timefucked: The Doctor/Donna

"So you had a crush on The Doctor?" Donna asked incredulously, watching as Dr. Martha Jones leafed through paperwork at the ATMOS factory the pair and their time-lord friend were investigating. "Really?"

"He's nice." Martha sighed, a little more colour coming to her dark cheeks. "And all the things he showed me, all those wonders..." She shook her head and smiled, arching a brow at Donna. "You've never found him attractive?"

"God no, he's so thin!" Donna laughed, "And he's so impressed with himself, and he never shuts up!"

Martha giggled too, before frowning and pressing a hand to her forehead. The lights seemed to dim around the two in the little office they were standing in, but Donna barely noticed.

Martha was on her before she knew what was happening, but as soon as she tasted the black woman's tongue in her mouth she knew exactly what to do.

Both women moaned as Donna pulled Martha down onto the small couch and locked her legs behind the doctor's back, mind lost to pleasure as she frantically frenched with her predecessor.

In the shadows of the room, a figure smiled.

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the ninth in this series.

Depravity of The Doctor: Self-Filling Prophecy

Freed from the constraints of time and space, The Doctor embraces her new complete freedom from consequences. Travelling back in time to her first night in the Tardis after her regeneration, The Doctor brutally fucks her past self and corrupts her own mind. With her past self now certain to travel to Perisillon and begin the journey into depravity that has led her to this moment, The Doctor begins plotting fresh conquests.

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the ninth part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Apologies for the low quality on the video upload for whatever reason the proper versions won't play, better version is available in the wider archive.

Ruin. Part 1

Following the end of The Reaper War, Samara made good on her intentions to return to Omega and bring justice to the lawless station. Mere months later, a ruined Samara is a shadow of her former self, her good intentions and self-respect long forgotten.

This piece was made by the wonderful BreedingDuties

Timefucked: The Surgeon and The Shopgirl

Dr. Grace Holloway was feeling a little lost. She couldn't put her finger on why exactly, she had a great job, a great career, she'd even started seeing someone new after her old boyfriend had abandoned her. It was a new millennium and she was enjoying her fresh start.

Still, something was missing.

Maybe it was The Doctor?

Maybe she was regretting not asking to join that curly haired alien as he jumped into his impossible box and vanished into the cosmos?

She sighed heavily and stripped out of her scrubs, making her way across her apartment to the bedroom, ready to sleep off her melancholy.

Instead, she'd barely made it past the doorway before a blonde girl grappled her by the waist and thrust a glossy black strap-on between her thighs.

"Finally, I was wondering when you would show up." Rose Tyler groaned, lips peppering against Grace's collarbone as the older woman gasped.

A strange flutter of darkness passed through Grace as Rose's hands squeezed her breasts and she couldn't help but whimper. "Wh... who are you?"

Rose giggled, her teeth sinking into Grace's neck in a passionate love bite, her dildo pumping against the surgeon's sopping petals. "Me? I'm the big bad wolf, and I'm here to gobble you up..."

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the eighth in this series.

Depravity of The Doctor: The Oldest Profession In The Universe

Facing enslavement by a well meaning and powerful entity intent on repopulating the Time-lord species, The Doctor and Mistress use a Chameleon Arch to become human and go into hiding. Naturally, their new identities are insatiable whores who immediately get to work in the oldest profession...

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the eighth part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Overexcited

Unlike many other species, the Asari libido does not diminish with age, in fact it's quite the opposite, and Matriarchs like Samara are among the most virile and sexually demanding creatures in the galaxy! Retiring after the war to enjoy her twilight years fucking and breeding like a rabbit, Samara sometimes struggles to contain her excitement when old friends like Shepard come to visit...

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia!

Depravity of The Doctor: The Women Who Fuck The Monsters

Always craving new pleasures no matter how sinful or taboo, The Doctor and Mistress invite an ancient and insatiable creature into their bed. In no time the Tardis is infested, and both delighted Time-whores are full to bursting with eggs, cum, and tentacles.

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the seventh part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Timefucked: The Queen's Chaosmaker

Perpiguilliam Brown, the feared warrior queen of Krontep, or just Peri to her friends, let out a long sigh as she stared at the rocky vista beyond her bedroom window.

It was days like this she missed travelling with The Doctor, the terror and thrills that had been daily life for her back then. These days, with the other tribes bending the knee and rebellions thoroughly squashed, there really wasn't much fun at all.

She glowered at the distant mountains where her husband was off trying to pick fights, and felt a strange shiver down her spine as the candles around her blew out.

"Your majesty!" a guard shouted, rudely barging into her bedchambers with a squirming girl in her grasp. "We've caught a spy!"

"I'm not a spy you numbskull!" the girl snapped, managing to wriggle out of her heavily patched jacket and kicking the guard in her armoured shin. "Now tell me where I am or I'll blow this place sky high!"

"You're from earth, aren't you?" Peri smiled, waving the guard away. "How did you get here?"

"I dunno, I was with the professor on the Tardis and suddenly i was here." Ace scowled, looking suspiciously at the buxom older woman in front of her. "Who're you?"

"My name is Peri." Peri smiled, stepping close and grabbing the girl  by her mousy hair. "But you may call me 'your majesty.'"

In an instant her lips were over Ace's, her tongue firmly pressing the younger girl's into submission. Her hand traced down the girl's chest to her hip and yanked her tight against her own body. "I think you're just what I need to liven things up around here."

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the seventh in this series.

A Justicar's Duty

Following the devastation of the Reaper War, the Asari called on their best and bravest for a new mission: repopulation. As a loyal Asari and defacto leader of the Justicar Order, Samara felt it was her duty to set an example to her sisters, and set up shop in The Citadel's wards as public breeding slave.

This set was made by the wonderful BreedingDuties 

Timefucked: Tardis Romance

"I've just about had enough!" Tegan snapped for the third or fourth time that hour, stomping back and forth in front of the bed in Nyssa's room on the Tardis.

"I'm sure The Doctor is going his best." Nyssa said, also not for the first time, but unlike her friend she had patience to spare.

Tegan had discovered that The Doctor had once again failed to deliver her back to Heathrow ready for her to start work, and was taking it about as well as a woman stuck in a time-machine could be expected to.

"His best doesn't seem to be getting me home!" Tegan cried, throwing her hands up. As she did, the lights in the rom flickered and Nyssa frowned.

She sat up on the bed and pursed her lips, the Tardis had never had a power fluctuation like that before. How odd.

She sighed, deciding to investigate later, and smoothly unzipped her velvet catsuit, pulling it down to her waist. She watched as Tegan paced and ranted for a moment, admiring the feisty Australian's body, before clearing her throat.

"Tegan dear, let me make you feel better." she cooed, curling a finger as Tegan spun to face her, sullen expression twisting into a lustful smile.

"You're the only good thing to come out of this whole mess." Tegan sighed, nuzzling her lips to a plump breast and feeling her stress melt away as Nyssa drew her down on top of her.

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the sixth in this series.

Her Darkness 1.

Overseeing detention with a troubled student, Aisha Abdullah finds herself face to face with something far older and far more powerful than she bargained for...

-o-o-o-

Aisha Abdullah was not ordinarily a nervous woman. Growing up, she’d always been the assertive one compared to her sister, the one to make new friends, the one to ask questions, the one who risked staying out late and faced her mother’s wrath. When her sister’s marriage had begun to fall apart, Aisha had been the one to take action, to console her twin and make sure that she and her daughter were safe and would be free of their awful situation as soon as possible.

Leaving Tehran, Aisha had bought the tickets, smuggled her sister and niece’s belongings out of their home, bundled them into her car and driven them all to the airport. Aisha had found them a place in America. Aisha had gotten a job. Aisha had paid for their humble flat in the small, quiet, midwestern town of Gatesville. Aisha did it all.

With her students, Aisha was firm but fair. She imparted all the knowledge of the syllabus into her class, she made sure that they behaved in her presence, and she made sure that they knew she was not a woman to be mocked or belittled or taunted.

First coming to Gateshead, a town she had only chosen because of its relatively large Muslim American population, she had been disheartened to hear what her new white neighbours felt comfortable saying about her, to her face or behind her back. It hadn’t taken her long to firmly squash the notion that she was “Just another meek, Muslim wife beholden to her husband, unable to think or speak for herself.”

Aisha was not meek, nor was she a wife, and she was very capable and willing to speak for herself very bluntly to people who accused her otherwise.

And yet, here she was, sitting behind her desk in the science lab, heart hammering in her chest as she watched Axel Lister scowl at her homework.

Taking the detention shift was nothing new for Aisha, working an extra hour or two brought in extra money, which she and her family always could use. Most evenings were spent after hours at the school, and she would return late to warmed-up leftovers from her sister and niece’s meals. Aisha didn’t mind, it was a necessary sacrifice for her family, but this evening felt different than usual.

Axel was not like the other students of Gateshead high, she was a troublemaker, and yet Aisha couldn’t remember ever seeing her in detention before. She was tall for her age, with a shock of bleach-blonde hair shaved on either side of her head. Her skin was almost paper white, which coupled with the greyish eyeshadow and lipstick she always wore gave her a slightly skeletal appearance. It matched her physique well, the girl was skin and bones, Aisha wondered what kind of parent let their child get so thin. Then she wondered what kind of parent let their daughter get sleeve tattoos, wear heavy make-up, and showed no sign of interest in the fact she was perpetually on the brink of expulsion.

Perhaps that was the source of Axel’s attitude?

She sighed heavily and adjusted her position in her seat, wincing as her back ached, complaining she’d spent too long sitting down. Just being in the punk brat’s presence made her nervous… she just didn’t know what the girl would do next, what she was capable of. 

Strangely, the more she thought about it, she’d never actually seen Axel misbehaving in person. She knew the long list of her misdemeanours like her own name but she’d never witnessed any. 

Perhaps Axel was just a victim of her own reputation? She was such a wild and rebellious child, nothing like Aisha, who had always been so strong and responsible.

She was, Aisha thought absent-mindedly, Axel’s opposite number. Where Axel was pale as a ghost, Aisha’s skin was a warm, caramel-brown, gleaming and flawless despite her age, and utterly free from wrinkles even though she’d just celebrated her fortieth birthday. Whilst Axel was slender, Aisha was well-built, at least that’s what she called it. her hips were broad, her stomach soft, but not chubby. Her thighs were thick and powerful, supporting a colossal backside she preferred to keep hidden away under a skirt or robe. Americans had lecherous eyes. Axel’s chest was flat as a board, Aisha’s breasts required her to specially order bras over the internet, as none of the stores in town provided any in her size. As with her ass, Aisha did not advertise her womanly bust, even beyond the measures of modesty taught by the Quran. Men already ogled her as an ‘exotic specimen’, she had no desire to give them anything more to think about, except maybe her furious face.

She stood, tugging on the hem of her sweater to neaten it out, before ensuring her hijab was equally smooth and creaseless. As she peered into the small mirror kept on the science lab’s wall and straightened her glasses, she heard Axel release a grunt of amusement.

“Is something funny, Ms Lister?” She asked.

Axel arched a notched brow. “Nope. I just didn’t realise you worried about your looks.”

“Why shouldn’t I?” Aisha scowled, marching closer and turning her attention to Axel’s homework. The girl had supposed to be finished a report on an experiment they’d done the previous week she hadn’t bothered to hand in and at first, Aisha thought she had been. As she drew closer and came around behind the blonde, she frowned, seeing that what was written on the paper in front of Axel was not a report. It wasn’t even words, just lines of vaguely rune-like scribbles.

“What is this?” she demanded, snatching the ‘report’ from the desk and waving it in front of Axel’s face.

“My homework.” Axel replied, smiling sweetly.

Aisha’s dark eyes narrowed angrily. “What language are you writing in?”

“Demonic.” Axel cooed, resting her chin on her hand, clearly enjoying Aisha’s indignant fury.

“Allah yuetini alqua.” She grunted under her breath, throwing the paper down and planting her hands on her hips. “Axel, why must you always misbehave. What benefit does it do you? Here you are in detention on a Friday afternoon because you refused to do your homework. Now you’ll be in detention again next week because of your behaviour today? Why do you waste your time?”

“You don’t like staying here with me?” Axel pouted, gaze never wandering from Aisha’s, which made the older woman strangely nervous.

“I do my job. The job which supports me and my family. If you were not here there would be no need for my to supervise detention and I would not be paid for my time here. You are benefiting me, if anything.” She said defiantly.

Axel grinned. “You’re welcome.”

Drat, that wasn’t what Aisha had been trying to say.

“Axel… I know you do not like to take things seriously. You like to make everything a big joke, but… I would like to talk to you properly now, honestly. Do you think that would be possible?” She sighed, slowly sitting down at the desk opposite the girl and placing her palms on her knees.

Axel watched her move with interest, her beetle-black eyes never wandering away from Aisha’s even for a second. Usually people’s gazes would shift when they spoke to someone, it was just human nature, but not Axel. Aisha was keenly aware of this, having spent two years now with the eyes of women wandering over her hijab and robes, and the eyes of men peering curiously at her lips, her covered breasts, her hidden backside.

She cleared her throat uncomfortably and stared back at Axel. “Well?”

“An honest talk huh? What’s in it for me?” the girl asked with a smirk.

Aisha sighed. “Must there really be some incentive for you to be honest with me? Do you need to be bribed to just talk to someone as an equal?”

“Equal?” Axel’s grin widened. Aisha sighed internally, she hadn’t pegged the girl for a bigot, an attention-seeking troublemaker, yes, but not someone with genuine malice in their heart. She almost stood back up and abandoned her attempt at an olive branch, but then Axel surprised her again. “I think I could handle that, for a conversation. Just you and I.”

“Yes, just you and I.” Aisha nodded, forcing a small smile.

“Just us girls.” Axel added.

“Er… yes, just us girls.” Aisha nodded again, a little more hesitantly, before taking a breath and fixing Axel with a serious stare. “Axel, is there a reason you do not want to be at home right now? Why you would rather spend your evenings in detention than with your family?”

Axel seemed surprised by the question, but a slow smile stretched over her face.

“To tell you the truth Ms Abdullah, yes.”

“Yes?”

“I’d much rather be here with you.” Axel cooed.

Aisha scowled, then forced herself to relax. “Axel, if you are having trouble at home with your parents it is a very serious matter. If you’re not safe then I can help you.”

“Oh I’m perfectly safe.” Axel sighed, waving a hand. “My parents are just assholes. I don’t blame them, it’s only natural. Besides, a bird’s gotta leave the nest eventually, right?”

“Leave the nest? Are you… are you planning on running away from home? Have you been forced out by your parents?” Aisha asked, leaning forwards and taking one of Axel’s hands.

“Nah. Nobody’s forcing me anywhere, it just time for me to spread my roots, you know? A sapling can’t grow too close to its parent tree, can it? I just need a little space, somewhere to make my own, let nature take its course.”

“Nature? Axel if you aren’t living with your parents where are you living? This is something the school must know about. Are you safe? Do you need help?”

“Well, maybe a little help.” Axel admitted, seeming to be thinking the prospect over. She shrugged and squeezed Aisha’s hand. “A god’s gotta start somewhere, don’t you think?”

Aisha scowled with confusion, “What?”

“Well its not like Gateshead is the Pillars of Evening Dawn, is it?” Axel laughed, “But hey, this reality has a lot of charm. Its nice and quiet, out of the way. I think I could really be happy here, just do my own thing. The rest of existence isn’t going anywhere, right?”

“Axel I don’t understand what you’re talking about but if you’re making up such things just to mock me then I…” Aisha trailed off, trying to pull her hand out of Axel’s grasp, but finding it stuck. Her eyes moved away from Axel’s and down to her hand. “Ya Allah!”

Axel’s hand was gone. Aisha wasn’t holding onto a thing. Instead, a dark black-brown ooze was slithering over her palm, wrapping around her fingers and inching towards her wrist.

Aisha shrieked in alarm and leapt backwards, but was caught in Axel’s immovable grip and came crashing to the floor. The girl only laughed and rested her chin on the palm of the hand not currently turning into goo.

“What!? What is this!? What are you!?” Aisha screamed, terrified, as she watched Axel’s arm dissolve all the way up to her elbow. Her pale skin seemed to ripple and then liquify, darkening into the same black liquid encasing Aisha’s hand, warm and wet and sucking at the Muslim woman’s skin.

“You know you’ll hurt yourself if you keep struggling.” Axel smiled calmly, watching with delight as Aisha reached with her free hand and grasped her own wrist, trying to prise it free of the liquid’s embrace. Instantly, her other hand was stuck as well, paralysed as it made contact with the slime and beginning to be encased as well. “Oops.”

“Stop it! Stop it this instant! Let me go!” Aisha howled.

“Why?” Axel asked, “What’s in it for me?”

Aisha screamed at the top of her lungs, but the school was empty, and Axel only enjoyed the sound. “You’ve got some impressive lungs, Ms Abdullah.” She cooed, “Mind if I take a look at them?”

“What!?” Aisha squeaked, her eyes widening as Axel slid forwards towards her. Her hands were lost inside the slime now, and pulled towards the girl as she advanced. Aisha howled and tried to thrash about to free herself, but suddenly something caught her by the scalp and held her head still.

“Don’t be a baby.” Axel sighed as Aisha screamed herself hoarse, “You’ll thank me later.”

It was a nightmare, just a bad dream, a horror her subconscious had dreamed up as she lay safe in bed at home. Aisha wished she could have believed the part of the brain telling her that, begging her to wake up, but as she stared at the monster Axel was becoming, she knew it was very, very real.

Axel’s face was the only part of her that was still human. Her arms, her legs, her torso, they had all melted into thick, tar-like liquid that coiled and flowed towards Aisha like a living thing. Aisha’s arms had vanished into the slime up to the elbow now, and as she stared and screamed, she suddenly noticed that the way the liquid was moving, the way it twisted and coiled, there was no way for her arms to still be inside. It was like they had just vanished, but she hadn’t felt any pain, she hadn’t felt anything but warmth and wetness. Had her hands and forearms just been dissolved entirely? Without her noticing? Was that going to happen to all of her?

Axel smiled, the goo where her shoes had been pulsing and washing over Aisha’s feet, beginning to work its way up her legs just as it was her arms.

“Please!” Aisha croaked, voice hoarse and throat burning. Tears were flowing from her eyes in a river now, all her stern and serious demeanour melting away into fear just as her arms had. “Please no! What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it, Ms Abdullah. It’ll be fine, really.” Axel grinned, licking her lips.

Something wet touched Aisha’s forehead and she squeaked, looking up as much as she could with her head held in place, and spotting a vague black shape moving downwards. The throbbing liquid tendril that had grown from Axel’s hip and latched onto her scalp was moving, bleeding outwards, spreading like lava over her hijab, and now beginning to ooze over her forehead.

“Mercy.” Aisha sobbed. “Axel… Axel please… don’t kill me… please…”

“I’m not going to kill you.” Axel smiled softly, her face floating a little closer, balanced on a rippling stalk of slime like a mask. “I just wanna know how humans work. You’re the first I’ve met.”

Aisha was sinking, she let out a despairing sob, noticing how she was now at eye level with the desk she had been sitting on. Her legs were gone, just like her arms, sinking into a pool of goo that now reached her thighs. “Demon… you’re a devil… filthy shaytan… I won’t… I won’t let my soul be yours.”

“Your soul’s already gone, Ms Abdullah.” Axel sighed. “I ate it first.”

Aisha howled with helpless rage and tried to move her head as much as possible, but now the black ooze was cresting over her eyebrows, looming over her vision and still coming closer. Her eyes rolled in panic, searching for any escape, but there was none.

Her arms were gone entirely now, the goo beginning to pour over her chest, covering her shoulders and moving to link together across her torso. She had sunk deeper into the pool beneath her, her body liquified to the stomach and still disappearing lower. Soon she’d be nothing but a head, and then nothing at all.

Aisha’s wriggling made the slime on her brow quiver and, its weight growing too much, it slopped heavily over her left eye, beginning to ooze down her cheek. There was nothing she could do, nothing but wait to be swallowed up into whatever Axel was and then… well, at this point all Aisha could hope for was death and the welcome reward of a place in Jannah.

Swallowing defiantly, Aisha closed her right eye and began to pray, feeling as the slime poured slowly further and further over her until there was no more eye to open. Everything was darkness, she couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. There was no feeling in her body anywhere below her chin, nothing but warm wetness, like sinking into a comfortable bath after a long day, feeling the water flow over her body, draw it down into its embrace, caress every inch and sink into every pore, holding her like a loving god as she sank deeper and deeper and deeper.

The last thing Aisha Abdullah felt before she succumbed to the pleasant oblivion waiting for her was Axel’s soft lips pressing to her own in a loving kiss. She couldn’t help but reciprocate, the tiny fragment of her body no longer her own, and she felt her lips part to allow Axel’s tongue to slide inside.

It was strange and sinful and utterly perverse, but it was a nice kiss.

As Axel slithered down Aisha’s throat and filled her cheeks with tar, Aisha’s lips curled into a smile.

And then it was over.

The darkness was nice.

The darkness was warm.

The darkness was safe.

Aisha liked Her Darkness.

She liked how it held her, she liked how it filled her.

She liked how it flowed around and through her, how to caressed every nerve of her body and tickled all the little nooks and crannies in her soul, leaving her glowing with bliss.

Aisha loved Her Darkness, and the darkness loved her.

Being born again was a strange sensation, and Aisha wasn’t sure she liked it until the darkness assured her it was bliss.

She crawled out of Her Darkness naked and glistening, the thick black soup of her beloved clinging to her ample bosom and dribbling down her gorgeous thighs. Around her pretty, smiling face, Her Darkness’ liquid flowed and coalesced into fabric, squeezing her head tight in a loving embrace.

When at last she tugged her ankle from Her Darkness, Aisha lay on her back and moaned, her hands stretching her womanhood wide, silently begging Her Darkness to fill her again. It obliged happily, oozing into her gaping cunt, slithering over her skin, teasing her lips open and letting her drink deeply.

Aisha panted as Her Darkness stretched her holes, throbbing and pulsing and pouring into her. Her eyes crossed, shiny and black, as she came harder than she ever had before. The bliss of swallowing Her Darkness, of scooping it inside her sopping pussy, of feeling it wash around her head like a constant, stroking caress… it made her cum so much she felt she might spontaneously combust.

After minutes of writhing and cumming and moaning on the floor, at last, Aisha was clean. She lay prone, smiling happily to herself and still playing with her slick brown petals, waiting for her beloved darkness’ command.

“Axylizst.” She breathed lovingly, feeling how Her Darkness swam within her and sliding a finger inside herself to join it. “Saydaa… 'iilahat baladi… I love you.”

Her Darkness made her cum as a reward for her love, and Aisha mewed with delight.

Her hand began to wander, the one not still happily pumping into her slime-lubed cunt, and explored her body for what felt like the first time. Her body was so wonderfully soft, Aisha thought with pride. Such strong thighs, such excellent breeding hips. How lovely her smooth belly would look once it was stretched full of Her Darkness’ spawn. Her breasts, no… her udders, were so fat and heavy, so soft to the touch, so welcoming to her fingers. Soon she would pour enough milk from them to drown the world, and all for her beloved Axylizst to devour. Her pretty face would be so seductive, framed by her living Hijab… luring in new worshipers for Her Darkness to adore. She would kiss so many people with her lovely plush lips, and taste so many more with her hot, wet tongue. She wondered if Her Darkness would like it when she kissed her soon-to-be-born sisters

Her fingers reached her lips and she moaned once again, trembling with arousal as she teased her mouth open and slid her hand inside. She felt how her lips stretched, how her cheeks bulged, but as her wrist finally met her mouth and refused to sink any further, she realised that no one but Her Darkness could ever fill her properly.

She understood so much more now Her Darkness had educated her, and not just her place in the cosmos. Earth was a speck in a universe that was a grain of sand on the beach of creation, she was lucky Her Darkness had ever even noticed her, let alone chosen her to be the first conquest in all of the multiverse.

Her Darkness was so clever though, so wise, slipping undetected into a quiet school in a quiet town where it could acclimatise to earth before consuming the planet. It was going to be so much fun helping!

There was a knock at the door and a curious voice, one very familiar, and very similar, to Aisha’s own.

“Aisha? Sister are you in there? I’ve been waiting in the parking lot for ten minutes. Is everything alright?”

Aisha stood slowly, cooing as Her Darkness slithered into clothes around her, and went to greet her dear twin.

Beyond The Horizon. 1.

Losing to Tilda in their final battle, Aloy is unwillingly brought aboard the Zenith ship and spirited far, far away from Earth. Alone in Tilda's clutches, Aloy learns just what the immortal woman wants from her...

-o-o-o-

Aloy spat blood, hauling herself up from the hard metal floor onto her elbows. Her vision swam, droplets of deep red spattering the white below her, blossoming like flowers as they dribbled from her lips and nose.

Something hard and heavy and painful smacked down into her spine and she was knocked flat, leaking blood into a puddle that now covered her cheek.

“It didn’t have to be this way, Aloy.” Tilda’s cold, proud voice said as her nanotech battle suit swam over the barbarian hero’s body. Aloy shuddered as she felt it melt and seal her into a shimmering cocoon. “I told you, you couldn’t beat me… you didn’t have to fight. I’m trying to save you!”

Aloy growled, rolling her eyes to the side and squinting venomously up at the pale bitch who had beaten her.

“You can’t do this.” She managed to spit, chest feeling as much crushed by her shame and heartbreak as it did from Tilda’s vicious blows. “You… can’t…”

“No, Aloy, you can’t.” Tilda said, wincing sympathetically and lowering herself to the ground, free of her suit. She reached out and brushed some flaming hair out of Aloy’s battered face. “You can’t fight Nemesis; it annihilated our entire world. You can’t even conceive of its destructive power. It doesn’t matter how strong or smart or brave you are, the only hope is to run.”

“Leave… me.” Aloy rasped, shivering with disgust as Tilda’s hand caressed her cheek. “Want… to die… fighting.”

“No.”

Tilda sounded angry, that false tenderness abandoned in the face of Aloy’s defiance. She used a nanotech pillar to haul Aloy’s cocoon upright and grasped her cheeks. “I lost Elizabet once for this planet, not again.”

“I’m not her!”

Tilda smiled sadly and wiped away a trickle of blood with her paper-white thumb. “You’re all I have left.”

She turned and began to draw the cocoon towards the towering pillar that would shuttle them away from earth, away from the Forbidden West, the Tenakth and the Utaru. Away from Erend, Alva and Kotallo. Away from everything.

“Wait… please!” Aloy pleaded as she was dragged. “Please… I’m begging you! You hear me…? I’m begging!”

“I’m sorry Aloy, there’s no choice here.”

Aloy cried out and thrashed as much as she could, body wracked with pain as her bruises and broken bones complained at the movement.

Her eyes darted around, desperate to find any avenue of escape, any weapon she could use to free herself. There was none, what she saw instead was a crouching figure, dressed in white, with a shock of red hair and a terrified expression on her face.

Aloy and Beta locked eyes.

Her younger sister swallowed and set her jaw, tensing, ready to spring.

Aloy shook her head weakly, “No… Beta… don’t”

Beta was already moving, clutching a broken pipe and yelling with rage as she charged Tilda…

…who swatted her aside with a wave of her hand, and pinned her to the floor with a nanotech arm.

“No! No, no, no Tilda don’t!”

Tilda paused, eyes drifting to Aloy’s bloodstained, tear licked face.

“Tilda, please.” Aloy whimpered. “Please.”

“You barely know her.” She said softly, confused and intrigued. “She’ll die with everyone else when Nemesis comes.”

“We can fight it… you and I.” Aloy breathed, “Together, just like you wanted… side by side.”

“No.” Tilda said, sighing and coming back towards Aloy. She cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes, looking so sad and so longing and so… hungry, all at the same time. “Aloy, you’re as brave and strong and brilliant as Elizabet, but it would be like trying to fight a hurricane with that spear of yours. I won’t let you throw your life away, you’re… too important. You mean too much to me. I’m leaving this world, and I’m taking you with me… one day you’ll understand.”

“Wait!” Aloy howled, sobbing as Tilda dragged her away. Her eyes landed back on Beta, lying unconscious on the tiles, and in her helpless panic, she did the only thing she could. “Wait, Tilda please! Take Beta with us!”

Tilda froze, bewildered. “Beta?”

“She’s my sister.” Aloy croaked, “Please… don’t leave her here to die. I’ll go with you, I won’t fight, whatever you want I’ll give you, just please don’t leave her behind alone.”

Tilda pursed her lips, then smiled and stroked Aloy’s chin.

“For you.” She whispered, pulling Beta’s limp form up into the air and sauntering into the glowing white pillar and far, far away from the world the twins had fought so hard to save.

-o-o-o-

Aloy had never been in a place quite so uncomfortable before, and it wasn’t just thanks to Tilda’s leering. The Far Zenith ship was the exact opposite of everywhere she’d ever felt at home. Everything was white and shiny and clinical, there wasn’t a scrap of colour or life, no plants, even the air felt dead.

She was, at least, able to walk under her own power again thanks to Tilda’s smug medical attention. Zenith technology was, as much as she hated to admit it, very impressive, and in a matter of minutes her broken ribs and fractured shin had been good as new. No-one would have believed she’d been the recipient of a thorough ass-beating just an hour earlier as she stomped out of the shuttle, following Tilda into the miserable shell of her new ‘home.’

She growled as Beta’s unconscious body stirred behind her and glanced back at her sister. A nasty purple bruise was sitting on the side of her head, but otherwise she looked alright. Apparently Tilda hadn’t felt the need to heal her like she had Aloy.

“Where are we going?”

“To my deck.” Tilda hummed airily, her good mood only making Aloy’s skin crawl more.

“Deck?”

“Every one of us has their own deck, my dear, it’s a large ship and we’re only a small group.” The blonde purred, “And now that you’ve done away with Gerard and the idiots loyal to him, there’s even more space to enjoy. I think I’ll expand my gallery.”

“You really don’t care about anyone but yourself, do you?”

“I care about you, Aloy.” Tilda smiled, reaching out and taking the girl’s hand in her palm. “Come, I’ll show you our new home.”

With a soft hissing sound Beta’s body suddenly jerked to the left, being spirited away down another corridor by the nanotech encasing her. Aloy gasped and turned to follow, but Tilda’s grip on her hand tightened to a vice.

“She’s not invited.” Tilda tutted as she spun and brought her spare hand up to Aloy’s face.

Aloy snarled and jerked her head away as Tilda’s cool palm slithered over her cheek. “Don’t touch me.”

In an instant Tilda’s sweet smile was replaced by a scowl and Aloy found herself being spun like a ragdoll against the hard, white wall. There was an angry growl from behind her and suddenly a fist yanked on her fiery braids, forcing her head back. Tilda appeared over her shoulder, face twisted with impatient rage. “You swore you wouldn’t fight me, Aloy.” She hissed.

“I won’t.” Aloy breathed, doing her best to hide the pain as her hair was pulled, “But… I’m not going to let you… use me.”

Tilda’s scowl eased into a crooked smile, her fingers firmly cupping Aloy’s chin and stroking her lips with a thumb. “You promised to give me whatever I want, I’ve kept my side of the bargain, and I expect you to hold up your end too.” She smiled, “I’m not so bad. You’re angry and I understand, but I truly only want the best for you.”

The grip on Aloy’s hair relaxed, and Tilda’s lips found the girl’s bare neck, gently kissing her freckled skin with a low, panther-like purr from their owner.

Aloy shivered and instinctively crossed her arms tightly over her chest, only bringing Tilda’s attention downwards. “Elizabet was always strong, but never like you… never so physically.” Tilda rasped, continuing to nuzzle even as her hands moved over Aloy’s shoulders to her biceps, giving the swelling muscles a tender pinch each. “You’re quite the specimen.”

“I’m not some experiment.” Aloy grunted. They were in the middle of a corridor, right in public, and she was completely helpless to resist Tilda’s molestation. She thanked whatever gods their might have been that no-one else was around to see her humiliation.

“No indeed.” Tilda grinned, moving her palms down to Aloy’s ribs and then her bare waist. “You’re a work of art, the prize of my collection. Who cares about sculpture or paint when I have you to admire? You to examine, to hold and understand and appreciate?”

“Don’t!” Aloy yelped as Tilda suddenly pressed tight against her back, lithe form snug against her own muscular body, hips pressing into the small of her back. The instant she tried to jerk away, Tilda’s hands clenched, keeping her locked in place with her surprising strength.

“Shhh.” Tilda whispered, “No more talk, you be good now.”

Aloy clenched her jaw hard and swallowed, watching as Tilda’s hand raised up in front of her and glittered with nanotech. In an instant Tilda’s index finger pressed against the hardy cloth of Aloy’s shirt and a loud hiss filled the room. The redhead gasped as shining gold and black swam over her entire body and withdrew just as quickly, leaving her without as much a stitch covering her.

“Magnificent.”

Aloy snarled and tried to pull away, but her feet were rooted to the floor and Tilda’s other hand was immovable over her stomach, slender fingers teasing over each ab. “You… are a monster, and I will never love you.”

“You will.” Tilda sighed, almost sadly, pressing her cheek against Aloy’s and squeezing her tight. “You’ll love me, like she did, like she should have… you have to.”

“You’re delusional.” Aloy growled, “No matter what you do, no matter what you threaten me or Beta with, I will never love you. Whatever you make me do, whatever you make me say, I won’t mean a word of it, I will always hate you, and I will always think you’re a disgusting, warped m… m… ani… hhk.”

Aloy’s snarl of contempt was cut short as every muscle in her body suddenly tensed. If they had been able, her eyes would have widened in terror, as Aloy felt Tilda’s finger tenderly press against her Focus. Her mouth was half-open, cut short mid-syllable, her eyes frozen wide and scowling hatefully. She could feel the pain of her eyes beginning to dry out as she stared helplessly at Tilda’s smiling face, feel the tears begin to well up as they watered.

What was she doing? How was she doing it? Aloy’s mind raced as her body froze like a statue, helpless to resist as Tilda accessed the Focus, and through it her brain, her thoughts, her very soul.

“It’ll be ok.” Tilda whispered, “I’ll make you so happy.”

She leaned close and pressed a chaste kiss to Aloy’s cheek before turning and sighing happily. “Come along dear.”

And then they were walking, Tilda smiling and humming victoriously to herself, Aloy frozen in a surprised expression, her body moving stiffly as she followed her master like an obedient little soldier.

If Aloy had been capable of hyperventilating, she would have. She had never felt such pure, unadulterated terror before, not when facing down a Slaughterspine or a Thunderjaw, not even when that maniac Erik had almost murdered her all the way back at her first meeting with Tilda.

She was a prisoner in her own body, incapable of even blinking unless whatever programming Tilda had infected her with did it for her.

Beta.

There was no other option.

Beta would have to rescue her.

Aloy’s heart ached even more. Her poor sister had suffered so much at the Zenith’s hands, been utterly terrified of ever returning to their clutches, and Aloy had delivered her back to them like a gift. When she woke up she would be so scared, and Aloy couldn’t do a thing to help her.

Aloy forced herself to be brave. Beta had escaped from the Zenith’s once before, she could do it again and rescue her, she had to… because Aloy didn’t see any other option.

“Here we are.” Tilda said brightly, coming to a stop and turning back to Aloy. Her face split into a grin as she saw Aloy’s surprised expression and she released a soft chuckle. “Oh dear, you look a little silly.”

If Aloy could have spat, she would have.

“Give us a smile, dear.” Tilda sighed, patting Aloy’s cheek and grinning even wider as Aloy’s lips curled. “There we go, much better.”

She ushered the helpless barbarian through the door she’d stopped at, and led her slowly to the large, white bed resting all the way across her suite.

-o-o-o-

“You are so beautiful.”

Tilda’s lips tickled over Aloy’s shoulder, her fingers petting a diamond-hard ab. The helpless girl had been instructed, with barely contained glee from Tilda, to lie back on ‘their’ bed. She had obeyed, of course, and watched paralysed as Tilda shrugged her own clothes away as easily as if she’d been brushing dust off a shelf. Now she was wearing only a tight-fitting pair of boxer briefs, surprisingly masculine, as she crouched over Aloy’s naked body and sampled it with her tongue.

Tilda was just as pale and slender out of her clothes as she had been inside them, with porcelain curves and utterly hairless skin. She was still womanly, with elegantly sweeping hips and small, pert breasts, but Aloy couldn’t help but think about the few faceless mannequins she’d come across whilst delving. There was something just… wrong about her body, something unnatural. She wasn’t like Talanah, whose body was strong and supple and so, so intriguing, or like Petra, who had womanly curves and musclebound power in spades, Tilda was artificial, inhuman, a little too uncannily ‘perfect.’

Tilda’s nuzzling paused and she turned her head, peering into Aloy’s frozen smile with a searching expression. “Do you think I’m beautiful, Aloy?” she breathed.

“No.” Aloy was relieved her programming at least allowed her to be honest, for now.

Tilda blinked, shocked, before snarling and slamming Aloy down into the mattress. She straddled the younger woman and gripped her tight by the cheeks, face twisted by outrage and frustration. “Yes you do! I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen! You love me! You love me like you’ve never loved anyone else! You never haveloved anyone else! Only me! Me! Do you understand you fucking brat!?”

Aloy felt what happened the moment Tilda’s words left her mouth, eyes widening ever so slightly, but whether that was due to her terror or her programming, she couldn’t tell.

“I think you’re beautiful, Tilda.” She heard herself say, voice sounding utterly genuine, “I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love you, like I never have before, only you.”

It wasn’t the words that terrified Aloy though, it was the fact they were true.

She remembered thinking just a moment ago how much more beautiful Talanah and Petra and so many others were compared to Tilda, but now she looked at her pale, lithe form and her heart fluttered. She was so perfect, so smooth and elegant and graceful. Aloy couldn’t remember anyone else making her feel so… strange before, like an ache in her chest, like a longing only Tilda could satisfy.

Tilda’s furious expression softened immediately and she swallowed, brushing some sleek blonde hair back into place. “Of course you do… of course.” She looked back down and smiled, “I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Aloy didn’t respond, even though Tilda genuinely hadn’t, simply watching as the older woman crouched low over her. “Would you like to kiss me, Aloy?”

Aloy felt her mouth move, and wondered what she was about to say.

“I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” Tilda asked softly, now curious. “Are you shy? Scared? Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”

“No.”

Aloy could have shrivelled with humiliation. For some reason admitting that to Tilda felt worse than being paraded about and toyed with against her will right now.

Tilda’s smile widened and she leant close, lips pressing to Aloy’s as her fingers tangled in scarlet hair. Aloy heard herself gasp and felt as her mouth responded to Tilda’s. She was so soft, and so warm, for some reason Aloy had half expected kissing Tilda to be like kissing a marble statue, but no… it was so much more tender, and thrilling to her core.

“There… now you have, and you enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

“Yes, Tilda.”

Again, it was true the moment Tilda asked.

“You’d like to kiss me again, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes… Tilda.”

“Would you like me to let you?”

“Please, Tilda.”

Tilda grinned and straightened up once again, preening as she straddled Aloy’s waist before fixing her with a piercing, delighted gaze.

“You may kiss me again, darling, as much as you like…” She purred, “Kiss me and show me how much you love me, how much I crave me. You want to be close to me more than anything, you want my love, my approval. You want to be mine, Aloy, more than anything else in the world, you want to be my lover.”

By the time Aloy’s lips came crashing against Tilda’s, her reservations were long gone. It was like a fog had clouded over her entire brain, a fog that smelled like lavender and caramel, a fog the same cool grey as Tilda’s eyes. All she wanted was to feel Tilda’s body against hers, taste her lips, her tongue, every inch of her. She needed to hear her voice, needed to see her smile, needed to know, more than she needed anything else, that she made her beloved Tilda happy.

“Hn, T… Tilda.” She groaned, clutching the older woman tight against her body and panting in between passionate kisses. “I… love you.”

Tilda didn’t reply, simply enjoying Aloy’s lips as the girl cradled her in her arms and pressed her mouth tight against her own. Her pale fingers played through Aloy’s braided hair and down her spine, sending tremors of delight through the helplessly intoxicated girl.

She let out a soft “oh” as Aloy grappled her by the waist and threw her down onto the pillows, crawling atop her and drinking in her taste like a woman starved. “A… Aloy darling…” Tilda managed as Aloy finally abandoned her lips in favour of her neck, kissing and suckling and digging her nose in tight against Tilda’s creamy skin, “Not so rough.”

Aloy tensed, then pulled back ever so slightly. Her grip on Tilda’s waist relaxed and her primal, passionate devouring of Tilda’s throat paused. She placed a gentle kiss against one of the red love bites she’d marked Tilda’s perfect skin with, before nuzzling against her earlobe and suckling.

“You may… ah, speak, if you like.” Tilda groaned as Aloy’s palm slipped underneath her, cradling the small of her back and keeping them locked together. “Tell how much you adore me.”

“I do… I dooo.” Aloy grunted, taking Tilda into another hungry kiss. “I can’t… think anymore. I can’t live without you… I need you like I need water. I need to feel you like I need air. I need to taste you like I need food… you’re all I can think about, the only thing that matters.”

“Good girrrrrl.” Tilda purred, squeezing her hands against Aloy’s traps as the girl reattached herself to her throat. “Forget all about everything that came before, that world, those people. All that matters is me.”

“All that matters… is you, Tilda.” Aloy moaned in agreement, pressing her forehead against Tilda’s shoulder and panting for breath as the very last vestiges of Aloy, outcast, brave, anointed, champion, saviour, melted away forever. Now she was Aloy, lover of Tilda, utterly devoted, completely faithful, and all that would ever matter to her again was making her beloved happy. Her eyes focussed on the rock-hard gem of Tilda’s nipple, and she shyly brought her gaze upwards. “I… I want to… mate with you, Tilda.”

“Mate?” Tilda breathed, slowly grinning as she came down from her egotistical high. “Is that what your people called sex?”

“I… yes, but… more.” Aloy blushed, “I want to be yours, and you mine. Marry me?”

“Aren’t you the sweetest.” Tilda smiled, stroking Aloy’s lip. “You want to be my bride? My woman?”

“I want to feel you, hold you close.” Aloy nodded eagerly, “I want to make love to you, make you happy. I want to… to push you down and kiss you until I can’t breathe! I want to hear you cry out my name as I touch you! I want…”

She paused suddenly as Tilda’s finger pressed to her lips.

“Elizabet always was such a strong woman.” Tilda sighed, sounding almost disappointed. Aloy’s heart fluttered and she backed away, clutching Tilda’s wrist in her hands, desperately hoping she hadn’t ruined their special moment. If she’d hurt Tilda’s feelings on the happiest night of their lives… she just wouldn’t be able to live with herself. “But… we made things work, she knew what she wanted and knew I could give it to her just as well as she could give it to me.”

“T… Tilda, I… I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“Hush, darling.” Tilda smirked. “It took months of courting to get Elizabet into my bed… and here you are within an hour.”

Aloy swallowed and gently kissed Tilda’s hand, nuzzling against her palm but keeping her eyes locked on her beloved.

“Aloy, you’re a good girl.”

“Yes, Tilda.” Aloy nodded instantly.

“You’re a good, submissive little girl, aren’t you?”

Aloy swallowed, suddenly aware of how Tilda’s fingers had moved to grip her chin, how her eyes were staring deep into hers, almost down into her soul.

“Y… yes, Tilda.”

“What you really want is to please me, isn’t that right.”

“Of course.” Aloy gasped, nodding as much as she could in her mistress’ grip.

“You want to obey, Aloy. Obey your Mistress. A good, obedient little slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s my girl.” Tilda smiled, sitting up and pressing a kiss to Aloy’s lips. “Nothing feels better than obeying your mistress, making her happy, making her proud. It’s all you yearn for, it’s all that matters. You were born to be mine, Aloy, to lie in my bed, with me deep, deep inside you, making you complete like no one else can.”

“Yessss.” Aloy croaked, trembling as Tilda slipped out from underneath her and knelt on the bed.

“From now on, unless I ask you otherwise, you’ll call me mistress.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“That’s right,” Tilda smiled, “and every time I call you a good girl, it’ll make you so happy, won’t it?”

“Oh… yes mistress!” Aloy nodded eagerly, “B…because I am a good girl, aren’t I?”

“A very, very good girl.” Tilda purred.

Aloy couldn’t help but let out a delighted squeal at her mistress’ approval and immediately lunged forwards for a kiss. After just a moment, Tilda pushed her away, a stern finger on her lips once more.

“Now now, did I give you permission to kiss me?”

Aloy shivered with embarrassment and hung her head. “I’m… I’m so sorry, mistress.”

“I’ll forgive you, this time.” Tilda breathed, standing up and squeezing her chin tight, “But I expect something in return.”

“Anything mistress.” Aloy gasped. “Anything for you.”

“Take off my underwear.”

Aloy swallowed deeply and obeyed, lifting her hands to Tilda’s waist and gingerly gripping the neat white loop of her waistband. She pulled gently, eyes flitting up and down between Tilda’s smirking face, and the soft pale skin that was being revealed fraction by fraction.

“Oh.” Aloy breathed as she saw what lay beneath Tilda’s underwear, still carefully tugging downwards, even as the thick white pole of the older woman’s throbbing cock was revealed. “M… Mistress, I don’t…”

Wap.

The instant Aloy’s fingers brough Tilda’s waistband low enough, the mass of her pole sprang upwards, straight as an arrow, and smacked Aloy heavily on the chin. She hadn’t exactly had a lot of exposure to the male genitalia in her life, any at all actually, but what she had pictured certainly wasn’t anything like what Tilda was sporting. Aloy had, from time to time, experimented with masturbation, it had felt great, and she’d always assumed that a penis was more or less the size and shape of a finger, if it was meant to go inside her like that. Tilda’s cock was not the size of a finger, it was as long as her own godsdamn forearm!

It was a bit like a snake, Aloy thought, still staring dumbly at Tilda’s bobbing breeding tool, or maybe a worm? Thick and coming to a plump rounded end, even laced with virile veins, it wasn’t like anything she’d encountered before.

“You don’t like it?” Tilda crooned, one hand on Aloy’s head, the other gripping herself by the base and pressing her dick against Aloy’s blushing cheek. “Or is it you don’t think you can handle it?”

“I… I don’t know what to… do, Mistress.” Aloy admitted shyly. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Never?” Tilda arched a brow. “For a savage, you’re really quite delicate, aren’t you?”

“I… I’m not delicate.” Aloy whined, “I’m strong and I’m tough and…”

“You’re a virgin.” Tilda teased, pushing herself against Aloy’s quivering lips, purring as she felt their warm softness against her head. “Never kissed anyone, never even seen a penis? Were you scared? Or just shy?”

Aloy felt her cheeks burn and very slightly pressed her tongue past her lips, tasting the salt of Tilda’s pulsing meat as it rested against her. “I… I never thought about it much…” she admitted, “There were girls I saw sometimes… friends I thought about… when I was younger I would sometimes spy on the tribe women bathing.”

“You’re pure.” Tilda groaned, stroking Aloy’s scalp and rubbing her cock along the crease of her lips. “Untouched, unspoiled… all for me.”

“Yes, mistress.” Aloy gulped, savouring Tilda’s taste and watching her mistress’ victorious glee closely.

“Open your mouth then, Aloy. See what your mistress is going to give you.”

Aloy obeyed, swallowing heavily as Tilda patted her lips with her cock, working her pole up and down until Aloy, taking the initiative, sealed her lips around her plump, pink head.

Tilda chuckled as the redhead sat and stared meekly up at her, lips stretched around her dick, clearly lost as to what to do next. She tightened her grip on the girl’s hair and sighed, closing her eyes for a moment to savour the warm embrace of the girl’s tender lips, before baring her teeth in an eager, evil grin. “Keep your arms by your side, relax your throat, under no circumstances allow your teeth to touch me.” she drawled, teasing a braid around her fist like a leash. “Oh, and if you think you might pass out, do let me know.”

Aloy’s big brown eyes widened in adorable confusion, before Tilda thrust forward and speared the length of her cock down her throat.

It was perfect, just perfect.

Aloy’s wide eyed surprise. The wet, guttural little gurgle she let out. The sublime embrace of her throat’s silky walls. The quiver in her lips as Tilda sank deeper and deeper inside her virgin mouth. The way her hands jerked upwards on instinct, ready to grapple Tilda by the hips and rescue herself from the choking throatfuck she was being subjected to, only to stop and return to her sides as her obedience overruled survival.

VR just couldn’t replicate the feeling Tilda realised she’d been craving for close to a millennia, but now it didn’t have to. She had Aloy. A replica of her Elizabet, improved and controlled, for her to sculpt into the perfect partner.

“Ohhh.” Tilda sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes as she basked in her victory. Gerard dead. Eric dead. The ship hers. Aloy hers. Eternal life, immortal beauty, absolute power, and now a pretty little cocksocket as the cherry on top.

In a thousand years, life had never been better than this.

She sighed again, bringing her attention back down and making sure her grip was tight on Aloy’s braid. “Good girl.” She breathed, watching as Aloy’s pupil’s dilated and she trembled with delight at the approval. “Now the fun begins.”

Aloy didn’t have time to react before Tilda yanked her head back by her braids, tugging inch after inch of porcelain cockmeat out of her quivering gullet, before slamming her back down. In an instant Aloy’s world was gurgling and heaving and rolling eyes as Tilda used her face like a toy. Spit and slime oozed from her lips, pulled out of her with every tug of Tilda’s cock.

“You feel so… wonderful, my dear.” Tilda grunted, chewing on a pale lip as Aloy’s throat wetly massaged her pole. “Perfect… like you were… made just for me.”

“Ghhwh.” Aloy bubbled beneath her, bloodshot eyes staring up in awe at Tilda as her throat was stuffed.

“Does that make you happy, dear?” Tilda asked, noticing and grinning cruelly. She shifted her grip from Aloy’s skull to her braided hair, using two fistfuls of brilliant copper as reigns to drive herself deeper down her pet’s gullet. “Does that make you wet?”

“Mhhhm.” Aloy whimpered with the tiniest of nods, her nostrils flaring as she fought desperately for air.

Without needing to be asked, the girl spread her thighs wide, gingerly shifting from her kneeling position to a spread-legged squat, showing off the sopping mess of her crimson-haired cunt.

“My my, we are excited aren’t we?” Tilda rasped, loathe to deprive herself of Aloy’s gorgeous throat even as her ultimate target was wiggled temptingly before her. “Do you even know what you want? Or are you just running instinct like the little feral slut you are?”

Aloy gurgled pathetically, lips sucking and slurping even as she began to black out. Tilda smiled, watching as Aloy’s enraptured gaze slowly wandered, her eyes beginning to roll back, her lashes fluttering as her lids began to droop closed.

Shlllllorp.

Ah, Tilda loved that sound, almost as much as she loved the coughing and spluttering of a well-fucked mouth. She released Aloy’s hair as the girl spluttered and wheezed at her feet, gripping her cock by the base and admiring its spit-shined length.

For a first timer, Aloy had done spectacularly well no doubt her lifetime of barbarian athletics and adventures had done wonders for her stamina across the board. Still, any other girl would be long unconscious after Tilda treated them to a minutes-long throatrape, but not Aloy. She was made of sterner stuff… stronger stuff.

Feeling a strange, perverted blossom of maternal pride, Tilda took Aloy by the temple and guided her attention upwards. Her pet’s eyes were wide and watery, but instantly and utterly focussed on her. Tilda smiled, wondering if she beat the redhead down now, just as badly as she had back on earth, if that loving obedient sparkle in Aloy’s eyes would be the same. She didn’t doubt it would. Aloy’s pain and pleasure, her wants and desires, everything she was and ever would be, was now singularly devoted to her.

Besides, Tilda would never hurt Aloy like that ever again, not when she was such a sweet girl.

The thrill of control sent Tilda’s slimy cock throbbing even harder, and she shoved Aloy hard down onto the mattress. “I’ll have to train you to last longer.” She growled, pinning the girl down and pressing her slick shaft against her.

“I’m sorry… w… was I bad?” Aloy croaked, biting her lip in adorable anxiety as Tilda’s dick slithered over her inner thigh.

The perverse maternal glow inside Tilda’s chest exploded into a burning fire. Suddenly all she could think about was filling Aloy to the brim with her cock, squeeze her tight, and drive away all her doubts and worries and very thoughts until she was a blissful, blushing, babymaking doll.

“Spread your fucking thighs.” Tilda snarled, gripping Aloy by the wrists and holding her prone. “I won’t wait any longer.”

Aloy obeyed instantly, biting her lip as Tilda thrust her hips downwards, pressing her fat cock against the soaking fuzz of her cunt and sliding along its entire length. “M… mistress… I… I feel so… strange.” She whispered, “Am I… I doing this right?”

“Shut up and kiss me, darling.” Tilda rasped with a smile, locking lips with Aloy once again and tasting her tongue. She savoured Aloy’s flavour, the silky texture of her tongue, her warmth and her wetness, all whilst sightlessly lining her cock up with its new home.

Aloy gasped into Tilda’s mouth as, with one long, drawn out thrust, Tilda filled her completely. Every nerve in her body shone with pleasure, every well-trained muscle trembled and went weak as a kitten. She let out a tiny, orgasmic little whimper, and crossed her arms and legs behind her beloved Tilda’s back.

Tilda growled again, every fibre of her being tensing as she was swallowed into a perfect warm embrace. Aloy wasn’t just better than VR, she was better than any other partner Tilda had enjoyed before. Better than her girlfriends, better than her one-night-stands, better than the drunken whores she’d taken advantage of, used and abused and thrown away. Better than Elizabet.

She gasped as Aloy’s lips pressed against her cheek and let her eyes flutter open. She was thrusting now without even thinking about it, the perfection of Aloy’s virgin pussy just sucking her in and milking her for all she was worth. It was beyond belief, Tilda had taken pride in her stamina for a millennia, drilling women into exhausted husks without breaking a sweat, and yet just a few seconds in Aloy’s embrace had her legs turning to jelly like this was her first time getting her dick wet.

She caught Aloy’s mouth in her own, another ravenous kiss, and groaned through her teeth as she drove herself deeper and deeper into her prize. Aloy’s powerful muscles were squeezing her almost as much as her cunt was now, locked like an impenetrable cage around her body, urging her to push further and harder inside with wordless urgency. She had Aloy’s lip between her teeth, the supple flesh of her backside squeezing between her fingers, strands of copper hair sticking to her forehead as her and Aloy’s sweat mingled, and it wasn’t enough.

“Speak.” Tilda demanded, voice husky and tense with pleasure. Her body was practically moving on its own now, she’d never felt so out of control with a lover. Usually she was powerful, dominant, sometimes even aloof, she used her partners for her pleasure and, if they were good, rewarded them with some pleasure of their own. But right now she wanted to make Aloy cum, make her squeal. She needed to hear Aloy’s pleasure more than anything.

“Oh fuuuck mistress!” Aloy howled the second the command met her ears, clutching Tilda all the tighter. “It feels… so… so… gooooood.”

Tilda growled with approval and bit, her teeth sinking into Aloy’s skin, her tongue pressing firmly to her salt-licked flesh.

“Ahn! Mistress… d… don’t stop… please… I can’t take it… I feel like I’m g… gonna… burst!”

Her voice was so shrill now, a far cry from her usual brusque, commanding tones. Tilda approved, and grasped her around the waist. “God you’re tight.”

“You’re so big!” Aloy whined, “I can’t believe you’re… inside me… I can’t believe it feels so ah… amazing!”

“Only I can make you feel like this.” Tilda grunted, her feet finding fresh purchase on the mattress and using it to force herself tighter against the quivering barbarian under her. “Only me!”

“Only youuuu.” Aloy agreed.

“I’m all you want… all you need… all you fucking care about!”

“Yesssss.”

“You love me!”

“I doooooo.” Aloy squealed, nuzzling against Tilda’s shoulder and worshipping her pale flesh with sloppy, clumsy kisses.

“Say… it again. Say you love me!”

“I love you!”

“Say my name!”

“Tildaaaaa, I love you Tildaaaa!”

That was all Tilda needed, all she had wanted from the very start all those centuries ago. To have her cock buried inside Elizabet, and hear her say those words so utterly and completely honestly and submissively. It was like a missing piece of her soul was given back to her, and she moaned unashamedly as she came.

The sensation of Tilda’s sperm assaulting her virgin womb drove Aloy over her third peak of the evening, and the would-be saviour of earth went limp beneath her mistress. The warmth inside her seemed to pulse across her entire body like a heartbeat, filling her brain with delight and making everything just melt away.

“S… say it again, darling?” Tilda rasped into her ear, voice sounding like it was coming from inside her own skull.

“I love you Tilda.” Aloy purred, face split in a wide, oblivious smile as she slowly came back to consciousness, her eyes finally focussing on Tilda’s smiling face. “I love you more than anything.”

“I know, darling.” Tilda crooned, breathing heavily as Aloy’s pussy continued to squeeze and milk her cock even as their rutting ceased. “But say it again, for me?”

“I love you Tilda.” Aloy smiled.

“Again.”

“I love you Tilda.”

“One more time.” Tilda breathed, pressing her forehead against Aloy’s and closing her eyes.

“I love you Tilda.”

“I love you too.”

-o-o-o-

“What’s wrong, mistress?” Aloy asked, lips pouting as her beloved owner sat on the edge of their bed and sighed. “How can I make you feel better?”

“Nothing’s wrong, darling.” Tilda smiled, reaching out and squeezing Aloy’s hand. “I was just thinking.”

“What about?” Aloy frowned, tilting her head. “Is it something I can help you with?”

“It’s not something you can change, darling.” Tilda pressed her lips to Aloy’s hand and drank in her scent, tasted her skin, then released her. “It’s just what you are.”

Aloy clearly didn’t understand, those lovely eyes staring down at Tilda in pure confusion before she smiled, resorting to her default reply on instinct: “I love you Tilda.”

“I know, darling, I know.” Tilda hummed, drawing her close and settling the redhead down in her lap. “And you’ll do anything for me, won’t you? Anything at all?”

“Of course.” Aloy’s smile widened. “I love you Tilda.”

“Good girl.” Tilda slid her palms over Aloy’s freckled hips and teased her skin beneath her thumbs. “My good girl.”

“I’m your good girl.” Aloy agreed with a giddy grin. “I love you Tilda.”

“This child.” Tilda smiled, pressing a palm to Aloy’s belly and feeling the strength of her muscles. “When I first found you, I thought you would replace Elizabet for me… that I could make you just like I wanted her to be, but now I see you’re so much more.”

“I’m so excited.” Aloy admitted shyly, clutching Tilda’s hand as it stroked over her belly. Somewhere deep inside there her baby daughter was growing, Tilda’s daughter… she was going to be perfect! “Soon you’ll have two good girls.”

Tilda smiled and pressed a tender kiss to Aloy’s lips, before pinching a rosy nipple. “I will, won’t I? You’re not Elizabet, you’re the daughter we should have had together.”

Aloy smiled, “Elizabet was my mother.”

“And so am I.” Tilda purred firmly, massaging Aloy’s breast and biting her lip as she felt the girl’s plump, firm backside squeeze against her throbbing cock. “So from now on, you’ll call me mommy, understand? You’ll be a good girl for me, and when your little sister is born we’ll raise her together, like I should have raised you.”

“Yes mommy.” Aloy moaned. “I love you mommy.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Mommy, what about Beta?”

Tilda froze and looked down at her wide-eyed pet in surprise. She hadn’t given any thought to the girl in weeks, not since luring Aloy into her bed and perfecting her. She supposed one of her new subordinates would have been taking care of her in the interim, but why would Aloy care? She’d been ordered to forget everyone she’d known and cared about from the old world. It seemed Beta was an exception, maybe because she’d been brough along when Aloy left too?

“What about her?” Tilda asked sternly, warm thoughts of her imminent parenthood replaced with suspicion.

“Will she be coming to live with us too? We’d be such good girls for you mommy, your perfect little twins!” Aloy smiled, “I bet I can teach her all the things you’ve taught me, we could all have so much fun together!”

Tilda’s lip curled.

“Indeed we could, my darling, indeed we could.”

-o-o-o-

It had been months, and Beta had long since lost hope that Aloy would rescue her.

The last thing she remembered from before she had awoken in her cell was Tilda’s mocking sneer and an incoming glitter of nanotech, then she’d woken up with a lump on her forehead and more bruises than she could count.

She’d worked things out quickly, recognising the walls of her former home almost immediately and surmising that Tilda must have brought her and Aloy aboard her ship after defeating them. What she couldn’t figure out was what Tilda wanted from them, or how to escape.

Behind her, the hiss of a door sounded for the first time since she’d been brough aboard and Beta almost jumped out of her skin. She spun, expecting to see Tilda, or maybe one of the other Zenith bastards keeping her prisoner. Instead, she saw Aloy, and her mind almost shattered with shock.

“Beta!” the redhead’s older clone beamed, eyes lighting up with delight as she spied Beta pressed into the far corner of the cell. “It’s so good to see you!”

Beta didn’t move as her sister rushed into the room, staring in disbelief and horror at what Tilda had turned Aloy into.

The once tough and powerful woman Beta had been awed by and jealous of when they first met was now grinning with an eery, mindless light in her eyes. It was like someone else was wearing Aloy’s face. There wasn’t a hint of her sister’s intelligence or empathy or strategic brilliance in Aloy’s smile, only a sense of perverted delight.

Aside from a few tribal necklaces, Aloy was naked from head to toe, her soft freckled skin glowing under the fluorescent lights like it had been recently oiled. Beta barely noticed. Even as she stared, she didn’t notice her sister’s swollen breasts, or her dark nipples, or the hairless petals of her womanhood, her eyes were instead drawn, almost hypnotically, to Aloy’s colossal pregnant belly.

“Aloy.” Beta croaked, “Wh… what happened to you?”

Aloy’s smile widened and she stroked over her rounded stomach lovingly. “Oh, don’t worry, little Eliza will be arriving soon! I can’t wait for you to meet our new sister!”

“Sister?”

“Tilda promises we’ll raise her perfectly.” Aloy sighed dreamily before regaining her grin. “I can’t wait for us all to be a family!” Before Beta could react Aloy reached out with both hands, gripping her sister by the neck and cuddling her close. She felt the tell-tale tingle of nanotech swarming over her and trembled, she’d hoped so badly to never have to feel it again, but even as she groaned with despair she felt as her clothes were dissolved into nothing.

“Aloy… no.” she whimpered, tears brimming in her eyes as she felt the nanotech lock a stainless-steel loop around her throat, and watched as a chain flowed from it into Aloy’s waiting hand. “This isn’t you… you can’t let Tilda win, you can’t let her do this to you.”

“Do what?” Aloy asked, cocking her head to the side. “Mommy takes care of me. I just know she’ll do the same for you!”

Without another word Aloy turned on her heel and practically skipped out of the cell, freckled butt jiggling and milk-laden udders bouncing as she pulled Beta along behind her.

She didn’t understand why Beta pulled on her leash, why she screamed and sobbed and begged her not to take her to Tilda. Maybe she was just nervous to become a mother like Aloy?

The former champion sighed happily and caressed her stomach. It was ok, Tilda would make sure Beta was just as happy as Aloy was, and then they’d be a pair of obedient little daughter sluts together.

A perfect, happy family.

Moira's Talons. Chapter 2.

After the successful reprogramming of Widowmaker, Moira makes use of Sombra whilst she waits to enact phase two of her scheme.

-o-o-o-

The sound of Widowmaker being thoroughly used was cut off sharply as the doors to the barracks hissed shut. In its absence, only the sound of Moira’s heels clicking on the tiled floor and the faintest hum of air conditioning remained.

Sombra shivered, chest heaving as she practically panted for breath. Her cheeks were hot, her mouth wet, and between her legs her panties were sopping with need.

“Come.” Moira barked over her shoulder, a sharp, monosyllabic command that Sombra snapped to obey instantly. She scuttled up level to the older woman, doing her best to keep pace with the genius doctor’s long, long legs. “I ordered you to deliver the helmet to Amelie, then to return to the lab.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement of fact, but even so Sombra couldn’t fail to miss Moira’s demand for an answer as to why she hadn’t been obeyed.

“Y… yes… Doctor O’Deorain.” Sombra nodded.

“So why is it that I found you simpering and blushing at my soldiers, practically begging to be bent over like a sorority slut?”

Sombra’s cheeks burned even darker, a perverse thrill of degradation only adding to the swamp between her thighs. “Widowmaker was late.” She offered weakly. “The girls… they surrounded me, they were teasing me, groping me… I couldn’t think straight.”

She glanced up at Moira’s face, lower lip quivering. “I… I tried to come back right away, but Siobhan grabbed me and…”

“Have I not been taking good enough care of you, Olivia?” Moira asked, turning her head. All of a sudden her tone wasn’t cold and sharp, but soft, almost maternal. “Is that it?”

“N… no Doctor.” Sombra said quickly, shaking her head. As always Moira’s use of her name, her true name, made her heart flutter and neural net shine with endorphins. “I… I was just overwhelmed by all of them being so… aggressive.”

“They were created to be so.” Moira hummed. “Next time you will be more careful, you will fulfil your duties and tasks, and then leave before you can be… tempted.”

“Yes, doctor.” Sombra nodded. She wrung her hands nervously, relieved that Moira’s scolding seemed to have ended, but still aching at the knowledge she’d disappointed her master.

They walked on in silence, through the cold, empty halls of Moira’s private complex. If it wasn’t for her frequent visits upstairs to Moira’s bedroom suite, Sombra could have easily forgotten she was in Oasis. The hot Iraqi sun never reached the subterranean halls of the science ministry, certainly not the deep levels which housed Moira’s personal laboratories and testing grounds. The air was kept cool and crisp, the light soft and slightly blue. It was only on the upper floors that nature was allowed, down here, Moira controlled every variable from light, to heat, to her personnel.

“Doctor?” Sombra said suddenly, head jerking up as she had an idea. “Whilst we wait for the upload to complete, wouldn’t it be a good idea to run some final tests with phase one? I could have the lab prepared?”

Moira pursed her lips thoughtfully before smiling. “I suppose it would be prudent… it’s best to have the web warmed up before a fresh install.” She checked her phone idly before sliding it into one of her lab coat pockets. “Very well, go get ready. I’ll be along shortly to begin.”

-o-o-o-

The cool leather chair that sat in the centre of Moira’s primary lab was very familiar to Sombra. She’d spent hours, probably days, sat in it having her mind invaded and toyed with by her beloved master, and yet every time she sat in it again the thrill was the same.

She nibbled her lip and made sure her hospital gown was nicely tight to show off her chest before double-checking the connection.

A single cable was plugged into the back of her skull, linking her neural implants to the massive bank of servers that lined the lab wall. When Moira arrived, she would activate the experiment, and Sombra’s very mind would fall under her power just like everything else in the labs.

It was all part of the master plan, what Moira called the ‘ultimate evolution.’ Creating a perfect human being wasn’t just about hardware, it was about software, and so once Moira had decided her lean, lithe form was utterly perfect, she had begun to seek the next step on her path to godhood.

Sombra’s neural implants had once allowed her access to the entire internet, given her mastery of any machine she could get close to. All the world’s information, all its secrets, had been hers, and now they were Moira’s.

The Irish genius’ brain had been upgraded just like Sombra’s, a web of tiny machines integrated into her flesh that gave her the same access Sombra had enjoyed. But that was only the start. As Moira always said, hardware was nothing without software, and power was nothing without understanding. Whilst Moira could access any information she pleased and theoretically hack anything and anyone, her background was in genetics and biotechnology, she had the power, but not the understanding of how to wield it.

That was how the experiment had first come to be, linking her own neural web with Sombra’s implants to download knowledge and experience itself as easily as any other file. Her success had made Moira every bit as formidable a hacker as Sombra had been, soon, she would have all of the skill Widowmaker employed as well.

Step by step, Moira was becoming unstoppable.

The thought made Sombra wet.

Once upon a time she’d been bitter about being assigned to Moira’s labs. Once upon a time she’d been creeped out by her sinister appearance and leering smile. Once upon a time she’d tried to escape before Moira’s experiments could begin.

Now she was just happy to serve, and grateful that Moira allowed her to play secretary, as well as worship her godly body like the little latin fuckdoll she was. She was glad Moira had copied all of her intelligence and skill, it meant that she didn’t need to do anything but obey.

“Is everything ready?” Moira asked, stepping into her lab with her usual imperial attitude. Sombra nibbled her lip with excitement and nodded.

“Yes Doctor, I’ve prepared everything just like you wanted.”

Moira arched a brow and stepped up in front of the chair. A thin smile curled her lip as she watched Sombra squirm. “Good girl, Olivia. There’s no need for anything elaborate this evening, I already have all the data I need, this will only be practice for overwhelming and controlling a mind.”

“I’m ready doctor.”

“Then by all means, resist.” Moira growled, mismatched eyes flashing as she stared Sombra down.

In an instant Sombra was whimpering, all of her strength concentrating on remaining still. She could feel Moira inside her mind, like she was a puppet with someone tugging on her strings. She had to physically hold her arms down at her sides, had to lock her knees and her jaw to stop herself from rising or speaking.

A bead of sweat rolled down her temple as Moira grinned. “Thirty seconds.”

‘Obey me, little girl.’

Sombra could hear Moira’s voice as if she was cooing right into her ear. Feel sharp nails gently scrape down her neck and toy with her chin. Hot breath on her cheek. A strong hand on her stomach, slipping lower and lower to her boiling womanhood.

‘Let go, let mistress take the reins.’

It went against everything Sombra was to resist the urge. She had been remade as Moira’s slave as thoroughly as Widowmaker, maybe not so obviously from the outside, but just as completely, and she yearned to obey.

‘Stop thinking, stop fighting, just go to sleep and let your master take care of you.”

The paradox burned inside her. Her programming to obey clashing with the command to disobey until her brain felt like it was about to burst out of her skull. She whined and whimpered pathetically, eyes opening wide as Moira’s phantom hand closed around her throat and squeezed.

“Forty-five seconds.” Moira hummed, baring her teeth in a cruel smile. “You’re doing very well, last session you were on your knees and slobbering all over yourself by this point.”

“I… d… don’t… want to.” Sombra croaked, thighs spreading wide, dampness spreading across the front of her hospital gown. She was slick with sweat now, tears swelling in the corners of her eyes as she panted for breath like a well-run dog.

“Well that’s not true at all, is it?” Moira chuckled, inspecting her immaculate purple talons. “If this weren’t a resistance test you’d be happily doing whatever I desired without a thought in your head.”

“You… said… resist.”

“Fifty seconds.” Moira hummed, “You’ve never broken a minute in one of these tests since I first broke you.”

“Mmmmr.” Sombra growled, teeth ground together, eyes quivering as her pussy throbbed and ached for attention. “Ma…. Miiiii.”

“Fifty-three… fifty-four…”

“M… mamii!!” Sombra spluttered. The single utterance was like a dam breaking, and in an instant Sombra was squealing and squirting like a fountain, her swift brown fingers pumping frantically into her sopping cunt.

“Mamiiiiiiii! I’m a good little girrlllll!

Moira laughed cruelly as Sombra writhed in her seat, eyes rolling back in her head as she buried her hand inside herself. “Oh Olivia… poor weak little girl.”

“I’m so weeeeak.” Sombra sobbed, sliding out of the chair into a quivering heap on the lab floor. “I’m so pathetic compared to youuuu, mami.”

“Aren’t you just.” Moira purred, raising a leg and slipping her heel off her foot. As Sombra whined and masturbated like an animal in heat, she calmly perused the poor, former-genius’ mind. She’d seen all her memories before, violated every thought, so instead she plugged into Sombra’s fantasies and fetishes, drowning her mind in even more perverse arousal until Sombra was crying with need.

Sombra squealed as Moira pressed her stockinged foot against her pussy, kicking away her hand and pushing her slender toes to her dripping hole. “What are you, Olivia?”

“I’m… your… whoreeeee!” Sombra whimpered, “Use meeeeee!”

Moira wiggled her fingers against Sombra’s cunt, wetting her toes in the broken girl’s quim before grinding her heel into the blushing brown petals.

“Please! Ple… ee… eaaase!”

“Up you get.” Moira breathed, stepping back and loosening her belt. Her neat black pencil skirt was straining valiantly at her front, and Sombra had a primal, biological need to free what lay beneath, and worship it like it deserved. She had never been a religious girl, but when Moira had invaded her mind and transformed her into a being of submission and service, she had found her god.

Legs trembling, Sombra raised herself up, swivelled, and pressed her forehead back against the floor. Her legs straightened and she arched her back, presenting her fat mocha rump to Moira and bouncing it in a slutty mating dance. Moira’s laugh as toned Latina cheeks started clapping against her bulge only made Sombra all the hornier, she could barely think anymore, her mind clouding over with images of herself fat, pregnant and sweaty, riding Moira’s godly cock for all eternity.

“Pound me Mamiiii!” Sombra squealed, desperately twerking her plump brown backside against Moira’s crotch. “Knock me up! I wannah haveya babieess!” Drooling and half insane, Sombra wiggled herself against the bulge in Moira’s skirt, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her eyes glossed over as her owner delivered a sharp smack to one doughy brown cheek.

“Ahn… fuck… breed…” she slurred, pressing her cheek against the cool tile floor as she slobbered and bounced her fat ass like a bitch in heat.

“Gooood girl.” Moira purred, kneading the jiggling assmeat being pressed up against her. “No more thoughts in that pretty head of yours, just a dumb beast desperate for cock.”

“Fuck… meee.” Sombra sobbed, “Mami!”

“Let’s dial it back a little, shall we?”

Moira merely arched an eyebrow and Sombra collapsed with a whimper, hands flying to her heart and her cunt, cradling both as she rolled onto her back. “Mami… Mami fuck me please? I can’t take it anymore… I need you inside.”

“Do you think you’ve earned it, Olivia?” Moira cooed cruelly, massaging her bulge and smiling as Sombra spread her thighs.

“No… Mami.” Sombra croaked. “But… please… have mercy. I’m such a stupid little girl… I need you to take care of me.”

Moira smiled, almost kindly, and unzipped the back of her skirt. The tight pinstriped fabric slid down her long legs easily and, with a simple swift motion, Moira gripped her panties and let her erection flop free. She was bigger than her girls, and by no small margin either. Whilst Siobhan, the largest, was an impressive nine inches and about averagely thick, Moira was packing a foot of throbbing, freckled fuckmeat, broad as a bottle and radiating virility. Her cock bobbed and throbbed hungrily, bending slightly downwards thanks to its own massive weight, and drooled a thin, gooey rope of precum onto Sombra’s soft brown stomach.

Sombra was practically sobbing with need, fat, wet tears bubbling up in the corners of her eyes as she lay sprawled, pussy soaked and spread for her mistress. “Please, mami… turn off my chip?” she croaked, lower lip quivering. “I… I need to have your babies… I need you to… to conquer my womb like you conquered my mind.”

“Why do you think I would be interested in being a mother?” Moira asked softly, a cruel smile on her lips as she massaged her cock.

“You… you made your talons… Made them in your image…” Sombra whimpered. “I… I’ll be such a good mami… I’ll raise our baby myself… y… you won’t have to do a thing… just breed meeeeee!”

“That’s not an answer.” Moira crooned. “Convince me, maybe I’ll even consider it.”

“You… want a… legacy… a dynasty! You want to spread your… perfection… across… the whole… world.” Sombra panted.

“True.” Moira admitted.

Sombra gasped and bucked her hips, wiggling her pussy in front of Moira’s pulsating dick. “More babies… stronger dynasty… Talons are soldiers, my babies… my babies could be s…scientists! Heirs to your… genius!”

“Also true.” Moira leaned down and planted her hands on her hips. “I’m glad I didn’t wipe away all your intelligence, Olivia… you can be such a useful little whore.”

“Yes… yes mami… I’m useful!” Sombra nodded frantically. “I’m… a good girl.”

“Yes you are.” Moira purred, curling a purple finger invitingly. “So come suck my cock.”

Sombra leapt upwards onto her knees and lunged for Moira’s prick, mouth open and tongue stuck out as she engulfed the first few inches of Irish cockmeat. Moira let out a quiet gasp of surprise and pleasure, colour rising in her cheeks, and Sombra almost melted. Pleasuring herself with her obedience was bliss, pleasuring her mistress? That was rapture.

Wet ‘schlick shlick shlicking joined to wet, gurgling gags of Sombra throating as the brainwashed hacker played with her sopping pussy. Her violet eyes glowed happily as she stared at Moira’s lips, her tonsils busy massaging her owner’s cockhead.

“Ohhhhh, yes.” Moira cooed, stroking her nails through Sombra’s purple hair before gripping her tightly and yanking her further down. Sombra gurgled wetly, eyes wide as her lips stretched to their limit and her nose pressed against Moira’s immaculately shaved crotch. “Good little slut.”

A wet whimper bubbled up from Sombra’s lips along with a steady, sticky stream of spit. Her throat was aching after just a minute of use, stretched to its absolute limit by Moira’s pole. Tears that had already been flowing from lustful frustration were now streaming down her cheeks, spurred on from pain and lack of oxygen. Her lashes fluttered as Moira used her face as an onahole, gently pumping down her gullet into her spasming oesophagus, vision blurring until it seemed there were two beautiful pale gingers raping her throat.

She burbled softly to herself, hand going limp inside herself as she bobbed and bobbed and bobbed. By the time Moira pulled herself free of her gullet and smacked her wetly across the cheeks, Sombra was long gone, conscious, but not aware of anything but the pleasure boiling in her pussy.

Moira used her brutally, as she always did, but even if Sombra had noticed she wouldn’t have cared. It was she was for. Playing maid and secretary for her mistress was a side gig as far as she was concerned, her true purpose, her calling, was to be a convenient sheath for Moira’s cock.

After a few more minutes of skullrape, Moira finally let out a long groan of satisfaction and pulled back. The slurp her cock made as it slid free of Sombra’s maw was as long as it was guttural, and as it hung from her legs like a baseball bat, it oozed with the poor girl’s throat juices.

“Reset.” The ginger smiled calmly.

Sombra twitched, her eyes rolling back down from the inside of her head and her mouth closing slowly. She coughed and panted for breath for a moment, before wiping her chin and directing her attention upwards. “Mami? Is… is it time?”

A soft beep sounded from Moira’s phone and she checked it with a smirk. “Yes, my dear… I think it is.”

-o-o-o-

Bang.

The jerk of the sniper rifle didn’t surprise Moria, even though it was the first time she’d ever picked it up. Neither did the sound, or the way it pressed back against her as the bullet jetted from its barrel and smashed into the target disk. She barely blinked at the recoil or the flash that sparked as bullet and target met with a sharp metallic clank.

20 meters. A 2-inch target. Not a bad shot, certainly not for the first she’d taken.

Bang.

Another jerk, another crash, and another flash of light as the bullet exploded on the next target.

50 meters. Dead centre.

Bang.

100 meters. Bullseye.

Bang. 200 meters.

Bang. 500 meters.

Bang. 1000 meters.

Bang. 1500 meters.

And that was that. No more targets left, and nowhere to put them anyway, not inside the compound’s shooting range at least.

Moira’s lip curled and she let out a long, satisfied breath. She brought the rifle down and deactivated it, a satisfying click sounding as it compressed down into a more manageable size. As a hand wandered downwards to her crotch, her eyes surveyed with pride the 6 perfect bullseyes still smoking downrange. Widowmaker was the finest sniper in the world, inhumanly precise, monstrously deadly, or at least she had been.

Now Moira had all her skill, all her talent, and Widowmaker was busy gargling her Talons’ sperm like a seasoned breeding sow.

“Not bad.” She purred. “Not bad at all.”

“Mhaah… sooo gooooood.” Sombra moaned in agreement, although she was doubtless completely unaware of what Moira was actually talking about.

The ginger genius chuckled and smiled down at her plaything, gently scratching down Sombra’s spine from between her shoulder blades to her tailbone, and then delivering a vicious smack to her jiggling brown butt.

“Happy?” she asked teasingly, gripping Latina assmeat in her withered hand as the other set down her rifle in its case.

“Shoo… biiiiig… mamiii.”

Sombra’s whine was as adorable as her cunt was tight, and Moira let out a long, lustful purr in reply. She’d bent the little bitch over the firing bench as soon as they’d stepped into the range, and stuffed her sopping pussy full of Irish cock just seconds later. As she had been nailing six targets at a combined distance of 3370 meters on her first try, Sombra had been twerking and bucking her plump mocha ass on her cock and drooling into Moira’s panties.

Those panties were now sitting in a chewed-up wad on the floor, and Sombra’s mouth was free to moan and slobber over herself like the animal she was.

Moira grunted as Sombra’s ass smacked harder against her hips, biting her lip as her cock was thoroughly squeezed and massaged by the girl’s tight hole. Every last inch of her pole was snug inside her plaything, wet and warm and throbbing with pleasure. Ordinarily she wasn’t such a lazy lover, but she’d been eager to test out the new abilities Widowmaker had unwillingly given her and using Sombra a convenient cockwarmer in the meanwhile had kept her quiet enough for Moira to focus.

“Poor stupid little Sombra.” Moira sighed, taking a grip of her pet’s long hair and patting her blushing butt. “I’ve been neglecting you again, haven’t I? But you don’t care… not as long as you can stuff yourself full.”

“Breed me?” Sombra gasped, rolling her eyes back to stare at Moira’s face as the ginger yanked her hair like a leash.

“You’ve been very patient, whore.” Moira cooed, tugging on Sombra’s hair and forcing her to arch her back. “I think it’s time to give you your reward.” With a simple mental command, the biochip nestled in Sombra’s brain sent the signal that allowed hormones to flow freely. In an instant Sombra’s body responded and a tiny, vulnerable egg began its journey from her ovaries to its imminent destiny.

Sombra barely had time to blink before Moira pulled her hips back and slammed them forwards again hard enough to make her entire body go limp. Helpless in her owner’s hands, she howled and moaned in utter bliss, lifted off her spasming feet as Moira set to work. A slender arm locked around her throat, keeping her stuck in place as its scarred twin sank into her supple thigh and used it for leverage to pound her gushing cunt.

Sombra’s toes curled, dangling a few inches off the floor, as Moira filled her over and over and over again, each savage thrust bulging her belly like she was about to burst. Her fingers, usually so quick and steady, simply clung to Moira’s arm as it choked her, hanging on for dear life as she was given the breeding she had craved for so long.

“Fuuuuhhhk.” Sombra sobbed, “You’re… in… my… wooooomb!”

“Right where I want to be.” Moira agreed, flashing a cruel grin before sinking her teeth into Sombra’s ear. The helpless, brainwashed sow squealed with pain and came hard, squirting across the range in an impressive display.

Moira growled, fangs still locked onto Sombra’s ear, and squeezed her eyes shut as Sombra’s cervix milked her invading cock. The gorgeous warmth and softness of Sombra’s womb was a treat to feel as always, but the knowledge that she was about to thoroughly make it her property brought an extra thrill.

As Sombra let out another colossal squirting orgasm, Moria hit her own peak and snarled with bliss. Her balls, tight and hot and heavy, smacked against her prey’s bruising cunt and let their payload fly. As Moira pressed her face snug against Sombra’s cheek and choked her half to death, her cock throbbed and began to jet her cum deep into her plaything’s waiting womb.

Sombra’s purple eyes opened wide as searing hot sperm blasted the back of her babymaker like a pressure hose, filling her completely in only two spurts before beginning to stretch her like a balloon. She panted wordlessly, mouth open and tongue lolling, as more and more of Moira’s seed rushed inside her body, catatonic with bliss.

Her stomach, usually toned and svelte, grew outwards as if she’d just gorged herself on a five-course meal. Then as if she’d swallowed a melon whole, then as if she was in her third trimester. By the time Moira let her go with a satisfied whine, Sombra’s gut wobbled beneath her like a water balloon as she flopped onto her face, blissfully bred and totally unconscious once more.

Moira laughed as her cum came splashing out of Sombra’s gaping brown cunt in jets, before settling into a slow, steady ooze that began to grow a puddle beneath her sprawling body.

“God… I needed that.” she whistled to herself, slicking some sweaty ginger hair back out of her forehead. “Thank you dear.”

A few quick taps onto her phone brought up the link to Widowmaker and she smiled, seeing the assassin still in the clutches of her loyal Talons, half buried in their seed. She swiped with her thumb and switched to Sombra’s control feed, tapping in a few simple commands for when she awoke from her cum-bloated coma.

She glanced down at her mate’s unconscious face, smiling as she saw how happy Sombra looked lying there, bruised, sweat licked and utterly bred, before unbuttoning her shirt and tossing away her bra.

“Clean-up in the lab and the firing range.” She said simply into her comm, svelte hips swaying and monstrous cock bobbing as she made her way towards the door.

It had been a very productive day.

Timefucked: Romana²

"Well, I think this will do nicely." Romanadvoratrelundar sighed, patting down her new body and smiling into the mirror before her. "I do hope princess Astra won't mind me borrowing her appearance."

She pursed her lips and spun around, admiring the back of her newest regeneration just to make sure everything was perfect. She was still glowing slightly, having cycled through a half-dozen forms just a moment earlier, but despite her luminescence the room seemed to grow darker around her.

"You?" an incredulous, haughty voice called out suddenly. Romana spun in surprise, and saw herself.

Romana's former regeneration was standing in the doorway, statuesque body snug in a long white gown. Her sweeping eyebrows were arched in confusion, her full lips twisted into a disapproving glower.

"How did you sneak aboard?"

"This... isn't supposed to be possible." Romana 2 managed to stammer, before her former self grappled her by the shoulders and threw her onto the low couch she'd been changing on.

"Surely you don't mean...?" Romana 1 scowled, looking her future self up and down before sighing. "Why on Gallifrey would I choose this body?"

Romana 2 squeaked as her taller, dark-haired self slipped out of her dress like a snake shedding it's skin, and planted her feet firmly on either side of her own future head.

"Well, I might as well make sure I know how to use it." she drawled, lowering her ass firmly onto the little blonde's face. "If I'm destined to have it one day..."

This piece was made by the wonderful BecSantus, as the fifth in this series.

Bigger on the Inside.

Yaz discovers that it's not just the TARDIS that's bigger on the inside, as The Doctor challenges her to a little competition...

This piece was made by the brilliant BecSantus. 

Timefucked: Female Empowerment.

"Doctor?" Sarah Jane Smith called as she walked through the empty hallways of the Tardis, "Where are you?"

She still wasn't completely used to this new Doctor yet, the last one had been so suave and sophisticated, now she had to get to grips with a tall, curly-haired, scarf-wearing weirdo!

"Who are you!?"

In an instant, she was pinned against the bright white wall with a knife pressed to her throat. A strange barbarian woman was snarling down at her, wearing only a leather corset and loincloth. She was toned and scarred, and snarled angrily as she spoke again.

"How did you get aboard?"

"I... I'm Sarah Jane Smith, I'm a friend of The Doctor! Who are you!?"

There was a flicker, the lights around the pair dimming before sparkling back into life, Sarah Jane felt an odd tug in her stomach, and then squeaked as the barbarian pulled her hair.

"No matter, I will teach you how Leela of the Sevateem deals with interlopers!" The taller woman growled, before pinning Sarah Jane to the wall with her mouth. As their tongues duelled, Sarah Jane felt Leela's knife neatly slit her shirt open and trembled with lust as a strong hand squeezed her breast.

This piece was made by the brilliant BecSantus as the fourth in a series of 12 images.

Depravity of The Doctor. Wearing A Bit Thin...

It's been so long since The Mistress joined The Doctor's never-ending quest to become the universe's biggest whore, and even Time-lords have to age. Luckily, once the pair have become ancient, used-up gutter whores, all they need to do is regenerate into tight new teenaged bodies and start all over again!

This piece was done by the wonderful Loreleia as the fourth part of a 12-image series that will accompany This story.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Epilogue

After viewing the thirteen alternative universes in which they are lovers of all shapes and sizes, The Doctor and Yaz try to come to terms with what this means for their relationship...

-o-o-o-

In the shimmering crystal cave deep within Mount Revelation things finally grew quiet. The glow within the crystals flickered and faded. A few glassy cracking sounds echoed off the walls as the more fragile growths broke, becoming cobwebbed with hairline fractures until they were cloudy and white.

Condensation gathered on the hanging daggers of crystal on the ceiling, slowly rolling into one another and becoming fat beads of reconstituted water. One of the largest droplets finally broke free and came splashing down on The Doctor’s sweat-licked forehead.

The blonde let out a weak, breathless gasp and let her eyes flutter open.

A few moments passed and her usually genius mind finally pieced itself back together enough to wonder why she was lying on her back staring at a geode ceiling, and why her crotch felt so hot and sticky and tender.

“Mmrm.” She managed, rolling her head to the side and pressing a palm to her stomach.

Why was she so sweaty? Her shirt was practically sticking to her belly as she breathed, and her breasts… they felt so…

“Ohhh.” The Doctor moaned as her hand slid upwards, under her shirt, to one of her plump, pert breasts. Her nipple was like a diamond! It was tingling! God it felt incredible!

“Ohhhh!” She gasped again, as her other hand moved to explore her throbbing womanhood. The instant her digits passed the sweaty golden curls and met the sensitive folds of her sex, The Doctor’s entire body began to glow inside like she was regenerating all over again.

“Hhh.” A second voice croaked, husky and thick with sleepy satisfaction.

The Doctor froze, hands staying absolutely still over her body, as she slowly craned her neck upwards and peered towards her feet.

She made eye contact with Yaz, who was doing the exact same thing.

There was a beat.

Perfect silence.

Each woman took in the other’s blushing cheeks, their sweat-dappled brows, their messy hair… the unmistakable glow of a person who had just cum their brains out.

“Aaaaaaaaaaahh!”

“Oh god!”

“Oh my gods!”

“Yaz!” The Doctor squeaked, scrambling away from her teenaged companion only to get caught as the panties dangling between her ankles were pulled short by Yaz’s heel.

“Doctor!” Yaz gasped, jerking backwards herself, and only succeeding in tripping over as she tried to get to her feet.

“I’m so sorry!” Both women said in perfect unison, panting for breath and trying to disentangle themselves. The Doctor managed to yank herself free and rolled inelegantly off the edge of the small platform, landing with a crunch on the crystal floor. Yaz saw a flash of gold as her friend’s full, firm ass was presented to her for just a second, and felt her cheeks flush even darker.

Her jeans were dangling from one foot, caught on her heavy shoe, whilst her other leg was completely bare all the way up to her glistening sex. Her panties were… somewhere, she realised suddenly she didn’t actually know where, and rushed to turn her jeans back the right way through so she could cover herself.

She’d just managed to clumsily button the waistband when The Doctor clambered back up into sight, red-faced, dishevelled, and wearing nothing but her panties and a single rainbow sock from the waist down.

“I… I’m so sorry.” She stammered, grabbing her boots and coat into a messy bundle against her heaving chest. “I… I didn’t… I wasn’t… I’m so sorry!”

“N… no it was my fault, I… I just… Oh God I must have lost my mind!” Yaz shook her head, trying to ignore how her tender pussy pulsed against her jeans. She’d never gone commando like this before, not when she was so… so horny! “You were on top of me and I… I don’t know why I would do something like that!”

“I shouldn’t have said those awful things.” The Doctor whined, tugging one of her suspenders back onto her shoulder, also trying to ignore how it now pressed and rubbed against her sensitive nipple. “I didn’t mean a word of it…”

“I shouldn’t have pushed you.” Yaz shook her head.

“I shouldn’t have made you watch.” The Doctor frowned, holding up her hands.

“No… I shouldn’t have freaked out, it only made us think of those things more!”

“I shouldn’t’ have been thinking about them at all!” The Doctor shot back before pausing, her lip quivering as a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “So… whose fault is it then? I think… I lost track.”

“I… I think I did too.” Yaz blushed, moving some inky hair behind her ear.

The Doctor smiled and gently brushed a few more tangled strands away from her forehead, leaning close, her eyes half-lidded, drifting from Yaz’s fringe, to her eyes, to her plush, brown lips. “I think…” she breathed, before stiffening and blushing scarlet. “We… we should go!”

“Yeah… yeah!” Yaz nodded, snapping out of her dreamy stupor and realising she’d been staring lovingly at The Doctor’s mouth too. “Where’s my… my underwear?”

“I don’t know… I wasn’t paying attention.” The Doctor groaned, peering over the edge of the platform. “There’s my… bra. Where are my shoes?”

It took them a few moments to gather all their scattered clothes, all of which were damp with sweat at best, and quim at worst. Yaz trembled and stuffed her sopping panties into her pocket as The Doctor produced her sonic and buzzed the platform. There was no way anyone wouldn’t recognise what they’d been doing if they saw them.

They had to walk all the way back through town…

And across the glacier!

Yaz groaned with humiliation and unconsciously pressed against The Doctor’s side as the transmat beam dissolved her into atoms.

-o-o-o-

“Um, could we have a room, please?” The Doctor asked the tall, fair-skinned woman who lounged on a velvet couch just inside the door they’d stumbled through. “We… we just need a room for the night.”

“This is not a hotel” the woman frowned, taking a long drag from her even longer cigarette. “We have many other services we can provide, however.”

“We… we don’t really know the town.” Yaz explained, squirming. “It’s already dark out and… we’re in no state to go wandering to find a hotel.”

“I have money to pay for your… services.” The Doctor nodded hopefully, “You don’t need to do anything, just let us sleep until morning. It’s… like free money. That’s something people like, isn’t it?”

The pale woman scowled and tapped out her cigarette into a crystal ashtray, heavy-lidded eyes scanning over the two blushing, dishevelled women who had wandered into her little slice of the city’s red-light district. Like they actually expected her not to know what they wanted to use her rooms for.

Tourists.

With a laboured sigh, she gestured with her cigarette towards the stairs behind her couch. “We have an open room. You will be charged by the hour as if you were enjoying our hospitality” she said coldly, “Only a room, end of the hall. No food or anything more…”

“That’s fine!” Yaz nodded quickly. “Thank you so much.”

“Bah, go, before I change my mind.” The madame grunted, taking another long draw and muttering impatiently as the pair hurried away. “It’s like arriving to a hospital and asking for a four-course meal… stupid off-worlders.”

-o-o-o-

“Yaz?”

Yaz opened her eyes and shifted slightly in the darkness. She hadn’t been sleeping, even though she and The Doctor had awkwardly shuffled into the brothel’s bed almost an hour ago. It was dark and the room was, of course, soundproofed, but the sheer knowledge of what had undoubtedly gone on in this bed wasn’t exactly what her overstimulated mind needed to relax.

Hours after losing her virginity in a fit of angry passion, she was sharing a bed in a whorehouse with the same woman she’d had sex with… on an alien planet… after watching thirteen alternative versions of herself perform the most depraved and sordid acts she’d ever imagined…

It was so much to take in.

“Yeah?” she said softly.

“You… said before, in the cave, that you hadn’t found anyone you trusted enough to be intimate with?” The Doctor continued, “Was that… your first?”

Yaz didn’t reply.

“I’m sorry.” The Doctor mumbled.

“Why? It wasn’t your fault, we both lost our heads…”

“No, I mean... humans put such importance on losing their virginity, it’s supposed to be special.” Yaz heard the rustle of fabric and felt the mattress move beneath her as The Doctor rolled to face her. “I feel like I’ve stolen something from you, now this thing that’s supposed to be magical and intimate was just a mistake. And it was my fault, I have a duty of care for you… it’s not just keeping you safe from monsters, I’m supposed to look after you. We got trapped in there because of me, the visions were so… lewd, because of me… and I’ve hurt you.”

“Doctor…” Yaz interrupted quietly, reaching out and feeling the edge of her hand brush against The Doctor’s fingers. “I’m… I’m ok.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

The Doctor shifted again, reaching out and curling her fingers over Yaz’s palm. “I don’t want to lose you Yaz, you’re my best friend. If there’s anything you need to say or do, if you need…” she sighed heavily and squeezed Yaz’s hand, “If you need some time back home I’ll understand.”

“Doctor, I’m fine, really.” Yaz smiled in the dark. “I’m not hurt, or angry, or sad. I am embarrassed, and a little frightened, all those feelings were so intense and I said things and… and did things I hadn’t ever really thought about before.”

She felt The Doctor shift again, and imagined her doing one of her nervous little wriggling motions she sometimes did as she tried to find the right response. She swallowed and rolled over as well, facing The Doctor and squeezing her hand back.

“I’m glad that it was you.” She admitted. “As strange and intense and scary and mortifying as it was, I’m just happy that you were there with me. Somehow it doesn’t feel so bad knowing we made the same mistake together.”

“Mistake?” The Doctor whispered vaguely, sounding as if she was only half-listening.

“We were just worked up, and trapped together… we lost our heads, right?” Yaz said, feeling how The Doctor’s thumb gently stroked over her palm. “It’s not like… like we really wanted to… make love.”

“Make… love.” The Doctor breathed again. Yaz felt a knee gently tap against her own, hot breath against her cheek, The Doctor’s scent mingling with the perfumes of the room.

“You don’t… like me that way, do you?” Yaz gulped, now feeling the soft tickle of golden hair tangling with her own fringe. “We’re friends… just good… f… friends.”

The Doctor’s nose touched her own. They were so close now. Yaz felt her chest swell with her heavy breathing and her shirt brush The Doctor’s. One of her knees was rubbing into the space where The Doctor’s soft thighs met. A dainty foot was resting over one of her own, surprisingly gentle now it was out of it’s huge, heavy boot.

“I… I think you’re brilliant.”

Yaz froze, feeling as if The Doctor’s lips were just millimetres away from her own. “You… do?”

“2000 years and… I’ve never felt like you made me today.” The Doctor croaked, “Kiss me?”

“Doctor?”

“Please?”

Yaz swallowed and closed the gap, pressing her lips gently to The Doctor’s in a quick and chaste kiss. Her heart was racing! What was wrong with her? She’d been scissoring with The Doctor just a few hours earlier, and making out with her! Why was this tender lip-lock making her so nervous when she’d been tasting the Doctor’s tongue halfway down her throat?

The hand on hers squeezed and suddenly The Doctor was snug against her. Bare legs locked behind Yaz’s thighs, a soft stomach pressed against her belly, and Yaz croaked into her lips as she felt The Doctor’s breasts push into her own.

The kiss was no longer tender, and it was anything but chaste. The Doctor was hungrily, passionately, desperately pressing her lips against Yaz, moaning softly as her tongue slipped into her mouth.

Yaz whined and took The Doctor by her hips, feeling how smooth and soft her skin was as the blonde nuzzled against her, panting hard.

“Y… Yasmin… what’s happening to me?” she whispered, “This feeling… my body… I can’t take it…”

“Doctor… are you sure?”

There was another shift, the sound of fumbling, and suddenly the light beside the bed was on. The Doctor was sprawled out beneath her, thighs spread wide, chest heaving. Her cheeks were burning red, eyes were wide, one plump pink lip being chewed on by her pearly teeth.

Like Yaz she was wearing only her shirt and her panties, the former of which was half pulled up, the plump pink undersides of her breasts. The latter were wet, very wet, and pulled tight against The Doctor’s womanhood so the fertile mound was so clearly visible, waiting for Yaz.

“Take me… Yasmin, do whatever you want… I just want to feel you again.” The Doctor pleaded, “My heart… it’s going to burst, and my pussy… I’m melting!”

“You’re so beautiful.” Yaz murmured, “B…but I don’t… I don’t want this to be just casual, Doctor. I really like you… like… love, like you. I don’t think I can do just… casual sex.”

“I love you too.” The Doctor smiled gently, “I… I’m so happy you were my first.”

It was a sweet moment, until The Doctor clasped her hands behind Yaz’s neck and brought her down on top of her. “Kiss me, Yasmin.”

Yaz pursed her lips, but as the blonde nuzzled against her throat and nibbled her way up to her earlobe, she surrendered. Her hands gripped The Doctor’s hips tight and pulled her up against her, turning her head to catch the time-lord in one more kiss. She groaned as The Doctor’s thighs rose and squeezed her waist, her calves crossing behind the small of her back.

“All this time… playing dorky and awkward… you’re kind of kinky aren’t you?” Yaz smiled as The Doctor lay back, releasing her neck and hoisting up her shirt to free her tits.

Yaz had caught a glimpse of one of those lovely mounds earlier, but when they had been half-covered by a grasping hand, and only for second before she’d gone limp and turned into a mewing puddle.

They were perfect. Plump and pale and smooth. A pair of gorgeous teardrop swells capped by rosy pink nipples raised to goosebumps as their owner panted eagerly.

“Are they… nice?” The Doctor asked, watching Yaz’s eyes go wide and her jaw go slack. “It’s kinda hard to tell when they’re on you, I looked in a mirror but you can’t get the angles, ah!” She stopped with a squeak as Yaz buried her face between her tits, kissing and sucking hungrily at her welcoming cleavage.

The Doctor giggled and coaxed her in deeper, fingers tangling in her silky hair. “That tickles!”

“Mmmm.” Yaz moaned, muffled by her cleavage, locking her lips onto a time-lord nipple and suckling. The Doctor cooed and arched her back, happily presenting her tit to Yaz, barely noticing as the girl’s hands abandoned her hips and grasped her inner thighs.

“I want to taste you.” Yaz groaned, pressing The Doctor’s legs flat against the mattress and planting a heavy kiss against her pantie-clad mound. The Doctor squeaked immediately, her fingers going limp and releasing Yaz’s scalp.

“Oh god th… that feels so…” She whined before Yaz pulled her underwear to one side and placing a long, loving lick over her delicate pink pussy. “GooooooodohmygodYazzie!”

Yaz grinned to herself as The Doctor squirmed beneath her, carefully winding her arms underneath The Doctor’s thighs and pulling her snug against her face. She tasted… well Yaz didn’t really know how to describe it… She tasted like The Doctor. The same flavour of her lips, but sweeter, sharper, and utterly intoxicating.

The time-lord howled as Yaz began to devour her, eyes closed in focussed concentration, slender fingers squeezing into her soft thighs. Her back arched, her mouth opened, and she lost herself to this new pleasure just as she had in the cave. It was like fireworks were exploding in front of her eyes! She was seeing stars! Every stroke of Yaz’s tongue was like a glowing wave of warmth that came rolling up her spine and made her hair stand on end.

The Doctor’s squeals and trembles did not go unnoticed by Yaz, who felt an immense surge of relief, guessing she must have been doing a good job despite her inexperience. She gave the blonde’s thighs a loving squeeze and nuzzled her face tight against her cunt. It wasn’t so different to kissing she guessed, then again she’d never kissed anyone with a thick carpet of golden curls over their mouth. Maybe this was just what kissing someone with a moustache was like? It didn’t matter, as far as Yaz was concerned this was the only pussy she’d be tasting for the rest of her life, and its owner had officially earned all of her kisses.

The hands raking through her hair must have been making it a real mess, but Yaz didn’t much care. The Doctor tasted so good and her whining was making her so hot that the entire brothel could have been flattened by a stalagmite and she wouldn’t have stopped.

“Yaz… Yaaaaaaaz.” The Doctor groaned, features scrunched up adorably as her whole body tensed. “I… I’m… I think I’m c… cumming again!” She trailed off with a high-pitched squeal that faded into a breathless whimper. The grip on Yaz’s hair went slack and the Doctor went entirely limp, fingers lazily caressing over Yaz’s scalp as she rode the afterglow with an expression of giddy delight on her face.

Yaz wasn’t much better, hearing The Doctor getting off was driving her crazy! There was this phenomenal arousal coming from making her genius, alien, time-travelling best-friend turn into a quivering heap. She was sweating like crazy, her shirt sticking to her skin, but her panties were wet with more than just that. She pulled back and licked her lips, hurriedly yanking her suddenly-uncomfortable t-shirt over her head and tossing it.

The Doctor let out a delighted whimper, eyes still closed, massaging her well-loved cunt. “Oh god… Yaz… what are you doing to me? I can barely think anymore… I’m glowing… again!”

“Again?”

The blonde giggled and propped herself up on her elbows, mouth open ready to say something, but falling silent as she saw Yaz, naked as the day she’d been born. The younger girl flushed and stroked her hands over her stomach nervously. She was slimmer than The Doctor, with smaller, perkier tits, something she was suddenly aware of as The Doctor’s eyes widened and lingered on the svelte mounds.

“G… good?” she swallowed, forcing a smile.

The Doctor furrowed her brow before straightening up and placing her hands on Yaz’s hips, pulling her close so their bodies were flush. “I’m two thousand years old… and I’ve never felt anything like what I feel right now.” she breathed, pressing a tender kiss to Yaz’s lips. “You’re fantastic.”

“Yeah?” Yaz blushed.

“You’re beautiful.” The Doctor smiled, kissing her cheek, “And smart, and funny, and so brave.” She punctuated each compliment with another kiss before cupping Yaz’s breasts, thumbs rolling over her nipples.

“Mmmm, go on.” Yaz grinned, stroking The Doctor’s hair as the blonde nuzzled under her chin and kissed her throat.

“How about I show you instead, hm?” The Doctor breathed, biting her lip as her eyes flitted from Yaz’s face to her cunt. She purred happily, squeezing the girl in a tight hug, before winding her arms around Yaz’s waist and kissing her breast sweetly.

“Are you sure?”

“I think you’ve earned it.” she whispered, hands caressing up and down her spine before cupping her backside. “I’ve actually had a little practice, I just hope I remember…”

She lay back and guided Yaz down on top of her, smiling as her companion let out a breathless gasp as soft lips met her delicate folds. She nuzzled for a moment, pressing her lips and nose snug against Yaz’s mocha petals, before extending her tongue and setting to work.

Unlike her, Yaz didn’t melt immediately when The Doctor’s tongue slipped inside her sex. She tensed, hard enough that her thighs clamped down on the blonde’s ears and half crushed head to powder. She opened her eyes in surprise, staring in awe up at Yaz’s smooth stomach as the girl riding her face groaned and rolled her head back. Yaz was stronger than she looked!

She tasted good, really good. The same vaguely familiar taste pussy always had, but with a unique Yaz twist. Sweeter than River, more floral than her first wife, or was that husband? The details of those old domestic days were so fuzzy.

The point was, Yaz was delicious, and her little shaved pussy was the cutest!

She giggled with delight and took Yaz’s hands, interlacing her fingers with the younger girl’s and doing her best to remember how to do this thing.

-o-o-o-

The sun didn’t exactly shine onto the sleeping lovers in the morning. Technically speaking it didn’t shine on the city at all, except for very select days when it lined up with the vast crevice into the cave the city hid inside. Instead, a warm, synthetic orange light glowed over them, making sleeping curves glow and hair seem to shine.

The Doctor was on her back, spread out like a starfish, smiling even in her sleep. Yaz was on her side, curled up against the blonde, her cheek resting over one of The Doctor’s hearts, one arm coiled over her stomach. It was silent and peaceful, most brothels were in the early hours of the morning, until the door slammed open and the madame swept in.

Both women woke with a start, yelping as the pale woman glared down at them, wearing only her nightgown and a truly furious scowl.

“Up, now!”

“Wh… what’s going on?” Yaz squeaked, clutching the covers to her chest.

“You had the room for the night, now it is morning.” The madame growled, “And now I see I will have to clean it thoroughly thanks to you as well.”

“Um, we… we didn’t do anything.” The Doctor said sheepishly, peering over Yaz’s shoulder at the furious woman.

“Silence. Pay up, now!”

The Doctor froze, shooting a slightly nervous look to Yaz, who suddenly remembered something she’d completely forgotten the night before.

“You… you do have money, right Doctor?” she asked slowly.

“I may have… not been entirely truthful in that regard.” The blonde winced, trying her most endearing smile on the unimpressed girl sharing her bed.

“You… cannot… pay?” The madame hissed through her teeth.

“W… well, we can!” Yaz said quickly, “If you just give us a little time we can… get some together, right Doctor? I mean, after everything you’ve done there must be someone who owes you a favour?”

“Sure!”

The madame growled and planted her hands on her hips. “No.”

“Er, no?” The Doctor asked.

“No.” The madame growled. “You will not leave this building until your debt is settled.”

“But we can’t settle the debt until we have the money!” Yaz protested, “You can’t just keep us here!”

“I can.” The madame sneered, straightening up to her full, towering height and looming over the naked pair. “Until you work your debt clean.”

Yaz paused and glanced at the Doctor, who arched a brow, eyes already twinkling with mischievous arousal. “What do you think, Yaz?”

Yaz sighed heavily and turned back to the madame.

“Only until our debt is paid? Not a moment more?”

The madame nodded curtly.

“Then I guess we have a deal.”

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