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Timefucked: Passing The Torch.

"Oh, hello there!"

UNIT scientist Liz Shaw turned away from her bag in surprise, seeing a grinning young blonde in the doorway to her lab.

"Can I help you?"

"Oh, I thought they'd have told you." The blonde sighed before regaining her smile and extended her hand. "I'm Jo, Jo Grant, I'm your replacement."

Liz arched an eyebrow. "That didn't take long." She looked the girl up and down, and felt an odd darkness flutter through the room. "Well, if you're going to be The Doctor's new assistant, I'd better make sure you're up to scratch."

Throwing her half-packed bag off the lab counter, she leapt up onto it, hiked up her skirt, and tugged her panties to the side. "Come on, show me what you can do!"

Jo was practically drooling by the time she planted her first kiss on Liz's firecracker cunt, and beamed up at her with nothing but lust in her eyes.

"Oh I think we'll get along just famously!"

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

Depravity of The Doctor 3. Revenge of The Doctor.

Sinking deeper into darkness every day, The Doctor decides to get revenge on Yaz for abandoning her. With The Mistress' evil encouragement, The Doctor kidnaps and punishes Yaz until her former wife is a drooling slave, entirely broken to her masters' will...

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

New Year, New Me(s)

As the Normandy crew enjoy their New Years party below, EDI lures Commander Shepard up to her cabin to reveal three new bodies she's had made to further explore organic sexuality...

This piece was made by the lovely Loreleia! 

Timefucked 2. Opposites Attract

"D... Doctor? Jamie? Are you there?" A scared Victoria Waterfield called into the darkness. She didn't know where she was, only that she didn't like it at all.

"Hello?" A stranger's voice replied, and a petite, black-haired girl appeared from the gloom. "Were you calling for The Doctor?"

"Why yes! He's my friend, but... I seem to have gotten lost." Victoria nodded, lip quivering.

Around the two women, the darkness seemed to pulse, and in an instant, the strange small girl had pounced on Victoria and torn her bodice open. Victoria could only whimper and cross her legs behind her new lover's back, as slender young fingers slid against her virgin womanhood.

"I'm Zoe." the girl rasped, kissing Victoria passionately before pressing her breast to the blushing brunette's lips. "I... I'm sure The Doctor will be along soon..."

This piece was made by the brilliant Becsantus as the second in a series of 12 images.

Depravity of The Doctor 2. Back To Earth.

Returning to Earth to refuel before enacting their mysterious plan, The Doctor and The Mistress kill time by becoming snowbunny sluts for some local BBC...

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

The Seeker In The Woods

Cassandra Pentaghast lures an unassuming maid into the woods outside Skyhold to satisfy her lust in secret...

This piece was made by WetRabbit, please check out their other works.

Timefucked 1. An Unearthly Bride

A dark presence flickered over the corridors of Coal Hill School, lingering over a strange student as she spoke to her teacher. In an instant, both women were upon one another, tongues and hands entwined as their minds fell into perverted lust...

Susan and Barbara would no longer go on to adventure through time and space, they would fuck and whore and breed for their new god, their destinies perverted and timelines destroyed...

This piece was made by the brilliant Becsantus as the first in a series of 12 images.

Depravity of The Doctor 1. The Main Event.

On their tour of all time and space, whoring to everyone and everything, The Doctor and The Mistress find themselves the most popular and desirable dancers in the most exclusive club in history. Showing off their curves and fucking whoever can afford a private show, the corrupted time-whores soon have enough money for the next step in their journey...

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

Girls Night Chapter 10

Kindred Spirits

-o-o-o-

The Doctor pulled away from her latest ‘customer’ with a wet gurgle, strands of spit and thick, gooey sperm trailing from her lips to the plump purple cock sticking through the entrance to her little refuge. Even as the girthy violet dick slid from its hole, her hands lazily petted another two that presented themselves into her gloryhole home, both thick, hard and slick with her spit.

Taking her hand off the cock on her right, a long, veiny pole of meat that was a dark yellow in colour, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of whisky sitting between her legs and washed down the latest feeding of cum with a few greedy gulps.

The stink of alcohol was almost as thick as the scent of cum that poured from the ruined blonde’s voluptuous curves. The potent, dizzying haze of cummy musk and spilled alcohol was so powerful it was almost visible as a dull, off-white haze clinging to The Doctor’s body. It was only thanks to the sanitary force-fields in all six openings to the glory hole that the customers of the seedy bar The Doctor had made her new home weren’t subjugated to the foul, weeks-old stink. As The Doctor brought the bottle away from her lips she sat and drank in the scent, her addled brain tingling as it was dulled all the more, once-genius braincells dying out by the second. To her warped mind, the stink was a wonderful perfume, one she could barely remember ever living without.

A sharp zap of electricity snapped The Doctor out of her trance, making her hands jerk and spill cheap booze down her front. She grunted vaguely and tugged at the heavy shock-collar locked around her throat before mumbling. “Yesh sir… shorry sir,” and wrapping her lips around the neglected yellow cock.

It had been months since Yaz had left her, staying behind to be some worthless Perisite broodmare, as if a life of being a pampered pet and being constantly, passionately bred was better than travelling the universe. It was fair to say The Doctor had not taken the loss well. At first her reaction had seemed reasonable, at least to her, she continued on as she had been. She seduced Sappho in Ancient Greece and introduced her to no less than three young girls who would go on to become inspirations to the poet’s works. She travelled to the far future of Earth, and helped a group of anarchists overthrow corrupt corporations primarily by keeping their balls drained and their bellies full of her milk. She went to alien worlds, Peladon, Rigellum, Sentric, made love to alien men, women and creatures the human race would never meet in all its lifetime, and she loved every moment of it.

But without Yaz, it just wasn’t the same. More importantly, without Yaz there was nothing to hold her back from indulging her most self-destructive impulses. And so here she was, a gloryhole whore living in her own filth, sucking cock for cash that all went to the owner of the bar she now lived in. She didn’t even know where ‘here’ was, she’d woken up in the box after a cocaine-binge with Anne Bonny and had simply been too stupid and too busy debasing herself to attempt an escape.

The Doctor licked her lips and placed a kiss on the head of the yellow cock, fondly remembering getting railed by the two pirates in a dinghy off the coast of Nassau. The pair had taken some convincing, but it was amazing what modern sex-toy technology could add to a persuasive argument, particularly one to a pair of old-fashioned gals like them. Once upon a time The Doctor might have worried about leaving a stash of ribbed dildos and high-power vibrators in the 1700s, but currently, the time-lord didn’t give a flying fuck about polluting the timeline any more than she cared about polluting her body with the cocktail of alcohol and drugs currently liquifying her liver.

If she stopped whoring she’d give herself time to miss Yaz, and then she’d just start crying again.

Her remembrance was cut short by a splatter of thick cum across her brow, gluing one eye closed and dribbling down off the tip of her nose. She licked her lips and sighed before squeaking as her collar shocked her yet again. “Guh… I jusht… wanna… shecond.” She grunted, snatching her bottle and emptying it into her gullet. There was barely half a shot of amber left in the bottle and she groaned with annoyance, peering blearily at the bottom before tossing it aside behind her.

Her collar zapped her once more and she hiccupped, coughing up a mouthful of spunk that dribbled down her chin as she brought the last cock up to her nose. “Look… I’m… huuurg… I’m gonna suck yer cock okay… jus… just gotta breathe for a shecond.”

She squeaked at another sharp shock and groaned, lightly slapping the dick pointing at her. “I shaid… whait.”

There was a growl from outside the glory hole and the immense mud-brown prick slithered out of the padded hole it had protruded from. The Doctor sniffed and scooped the cum smearing her chin back into her mouth. She was more concerned that she wasn’t wasting any of her well-earned spunk than that she might have lost another source of it, her belly was already packed with enough cum to fill a bathtub and then some, anything more was just a nice bonus to a perfect day.

She sighed, taking a deep breath of the musk bathing her and running her cum-stained hands through her filthy hair. If Yaz had been there they could have shared all the delicious sperm between them, and she would have helped clean her down too. The Doctor pouted, remembering lazy showers with Yasmin, their bodies entwined and slippery, hands exploring one another’s flesh freely.

She was so busy feeling sorry for herself she barely had time to react as a large brown hand jerked through the hole in front of her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and smacked her head against the wall of the gloryhole.

“Owie.” The Doctor managed, before slumping into an unconscious heap.

-o-o-o-

The Doctor woke to find herself being dragged across the floor, letting out a quiet groan and wrinkling her nose with annoyance. She was still naked, and by the tenderness in her breasts and butt, her captors had definitely been groping her whilst she slept. Whether or not that was a good or bad sign wasn’t clear just yet. She’d been in this situation before and just hoped that after she’d finished being raped she could find her way back to her TARDIS, rather than getting gutted and left to bleed out. That was no fun at all.

She raised her head and blinked, getting re-oriented as she was pulled over the tiled floor. “Oh… hey, I know you guys.” She smiled, recognising the immense, ugly forms of two Ogrons holding her arms in their strong hands. “Who are you lot working for this time?”

“Quiet.” One of the Ogrons grunted. The Doctor smirked and tilted her head back, eyeing the doors she was being pulled towards. The cool tiles were at least soothing against her skin as she was tugged along.

“You’re a female!” She said cheerfully. “I though you girls were kept back on Ograviss?”

“Course’ I’m female.” The Ogron growled, brutish face twisting into a scowl. “You blind?”

“Well you all look the same really.” The Doctor sighed before her eyes drifted down to the immense woman’s crotch. “And… that’s an awfully large cock for a female.”

“What you mean? All females have cocks.” The other Ogron grunted.

“We not like you Hoo-maans, with men havin’ cocks… disgusting.” The first spat.

“Well you learn something new every day.” The Doctor sighed, wincing as she was pulled up a short set of stairs, her butt bouncing from step to step until she was returned to a flat surface. “Could I walk please? My ass is really getting sore.”

“Hmmf.” The other Ogron grunted, looking to her leader. “Pris-ner standing for Boss looks better.”

“Thank you.” The Doctor smiled sweetly as she was yanked up to her feet and pushed towards the door. “You know, I like you a lot better than your men.” Neither Ogron replied, shoving the doors open and tossing The Doctor onto the floor inside.

“Boss, we brought her.”

The Doctor sighed and brushed herself down, standing and pouting at the tall, high-backed chair in front of her. She’d been thrown into some kind of laboratory, banks of computers and simmering chemicals filled most of the surfaces. At a quick glance The Doctor guessed whoever owned the lab had been developing some kind of bioweapon. She rolled her eyes, genocidal megalomaniacs were almost always compensating for their lacklustre endowments, this wasn’t going to be any fun at all.

“So, Doctor… you’ve regenerated again.” A soft, cool female voice said from the chair. It was a nice voice, cold and arrogant, but with a lovely softness too. “And into a woman this time. You always did copy me when we were children, I suppose old habits die hard, hm?”

“I’ve been through a lot in the past few months, I’m a bit slow.” The Doctor smiled innocently. A female genocidal megalomaniac? Now that had promise, at least she wouldn’t be overcompensating for whatever was in her pants. “Who are you?”

“Don’t you recognise… your Mistress?”

The chair spun and a tall, slim, dark-haired woman was revealed. She was pretty and pale, with a sharp jawline and deliciously sculpted cheekbones. Her neat black suit hugged her lithe body smartly, and her black tie had golden gallifreyan lettering embroidered into it. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail and her lips were painted dark.

It was a good reveal, but it was slightly ruined by the fact that the instant The Master, now The Mistress, laid eyes on The Doctor’s messy, naked body her cheeks burned red and she let out an undignified shriek of surprise.

“Gods above!” she cried, but The Doctor barely heard her, face lighting up with delight as she sprinted forwards.

“Misssyyyy!” she squealed, tackling her oldest arch-frenemy into a gooey embrace. “You’re alive!”

“Of course I’m alive you dolt!” The Mistress snapped, pushing her away and shielding her eyes. “Why are you naked!? What is that in your hair?” she sniffed and gagged. “Lord, what is that smell!?”

“Wow, your new regeneration is gorgeous.” The Doctor purred obliviously, admiring The Mistress’ curves before giggling. “Oh Missy, it’s so good to see you!”

“It’s ‘The Mistress’, thank you very much.” The Mistress growled, “Why are you naked?”

“Take a guess.” The Doctor winked. “What do you think of my new regeneration? Cute, isn’t it?”

“Clearly it doesn’t care for hygiene.”

“Give me a break, I’ve spent the last month locked in a gloryhole, the best bathing I got was when they poured a bucket over me each weekend. The Doctor shrugged.

“Gloryhole!?” The Mistress scowled. “Gods Doctor, what is wrong with you?”

“Mmhm, all sorts.” The Doctor hummed, dropping herself into The Mistress’ chair and biting a finger seductively. “Your ass is fantastic.”

“Stop that!” The black-haired beauty hissed, cheeks burning and mind racing as the person who was supposed to be her arch-enemy nakedly flirted with her.

“I can’t help it. You’re a fucking Milf.”

“What does that even mean?” The Mistress growled impatiently, planting her hands on her hips and sneering down at the depraved blonde lounging in her favourite chair.

“It means ‘Mom I’d like to fuck.’” The Doctor purred, eyes drifting over The Mistress and making her blush all the more. “It means you’re a fine mature lady, and I’d love to take a tongue-tour of all your curves from top to toe.”

“I am not a mother!” The Mistress shouted indignantly, “And neither are you!”

“Ah, I’m a proud mother of thirteen, thank you very much.” The Doctor corrected.

“What?”

“Hmm, oh I visited the Perisites. You remember them?” The Doctor sighed, “Long story short, they bred me and I gave birth to thirteen lovely young girls.”

“Wh… when was this?” The Mistress asked, going pale.

“About a month ago.” The Doctor shrugged, hopping out of the chair and smiling, “Here, I’ll show you.”

“Don’t you dare!” The Mistress shrieked as The Doctor reached out to cup her cheeks, her mind already beginning to pour into The Mistress’ by the time she locked lips with the rogue Time-Lord in a passionate, cum-flavoured kiss.

Simple telepathic contact was easy for Time-lords, sharing information, feelings and ideas with little more than a touch. But as The Mistress was treated to every memory and sensation The Doctor had enjoyed since her sordid new life had begun, The Doctor poured every filthy urge and impulse into her old enemy’s head as well. Every fetish, every vice, every craving for vicious, sordid defilement.

The Mistress experienced being gangbanged by the Perisites and dreamed of having her belly so packed with virile semen she couldn’t walk. She experienced the taste of Amazon cock and imagined being fucked like a cheap hole by warrior after warrior after warrior. She experienced the pleasure-dome, a dozen aliens from across the galaxy using her like nothing more than fuckmeat, gagging her with their cocks and beating her into submission. She experienced slavery to Madame de Silver, of being twisted into a fuckpig and fucked into insanity. She experienced walking through the streets of Paris naked and drenched with cum. She experienced her breasts swelling and gushing milk as she willingly turned her body into a bimbofied mockery of itself. She experienced choking on Viking cocks. She experienced the thrill of streetwalking dressed like a cheap bitch, being fucked in an alleyway for loose change and nothing more than the joy of degradation. She experienced the mind-shattering pleasure of giving birth to thirteen Perisite daughters and being force-fed cum until she couldn’t stomach any more. She experienced fucking aliens and monsters, women and men, beasts and bimbos, gloryholes, public gangbangs, humiliations, spankings, gaggings and too many filthy, messy cumshots to count.

With a simple touch of their minds, The Doctor corrupted The Mistress into another broken depraved whore, just like her, and as the bond between them faded the insanity in The Mistress’ eyes turned its focus from lust for power to plain, simple lust.

The Mistress growled and grabbed The Doctor by the hair, the pair’s tongues duelling and lips smacking as hands began to roam over one another’s bodies. The Mistress whined into The Doctor’s mouth as hands clapped against her tight ass, groping at her cheeks without shame or restraint. She could feel the blonde’s fat breasts squish against her own chest, her own perfectly adequate C-cup bust all but swallowed by the ridiculous masses of titflesh The Doctor bore.

“Wh… what the fuck… happened to you?” The Mistress asked breathlessly as they broke apart, a strand of spit bridging their panting mouths.

“Nothing.” The Doctor smiled. “This is just who I am now. You know how regeneration is.”

The Mistress smirked and kissed her again, suddenly eager for another taste of the cum that had disgusted her just seconds before.

The Doctor giggled and obliged her, squeezing her ass again and exploring the generous swell of meat with her fingers.

“Oh giiiirls.” She cooed once the kiss ended, biting her lip and smiling at the pair of Ogrons watching with confusion by the doorway. “Wanna put those big fat cocks to good use?”

“Wh… what?” The Mistress stammered, looking to the blonde in surprise. “Th… them?”

“Mmm, don’t you wanna have those thick filthy cocks defile your cute butt?” The Doctor giggled softly. “I know I do. I want to see if real Ogron cocks are as fucking monstrous as the ones I imagined in the Pleasure-dome.”

“This… regeneration is new.” The Mistress whined, her soft green eyes widening adorably. “I don’t want to ruin it.”

“Hmmm, it was made to be ruined.” The Doctor snarled, “We both were. We’ll ruin ourselves, destroy our bodies and our minds until we’re nothing but stupid, cum-soaked meat, and then we’ll regenerate and do it all over again!”

“But I like this one.” The Mistress complained, pouting. “Look at these cheekbones, and these eyes? I’m divine.”

“So? regenerate into the same body again once we’re done.” The Doctor hummed, watching as the Ogrons approached, eyes flitting from their master’s face to her round rump. “In the meantime…” she dug her fingers into The Mistress’ ass, grabbing the fabric of her pants tight and tearing them open to expose the plump, pale cheeks of her butt. “Let’s get fucked.”

“Boss?” the Ogron leader growled cautiously.

“D… do it.” The Mistress breathed, clinging to The Doctor’s shoulders and bending over slightly. “Fuck me you filthy degenerate.”

The Ogron grunted angrily and grabbed her tight by the hips, yanking her backwards and slapping her legs apart before spanking her fat, muddy-brown cock against the Mistress’ pale backside.

The Doctor grinned as she watched the Mistress’ eyes widen and her mouth open in a shriek as the Ogron rammed her hips forwards, her cockhead sliding along the length of the time-lord’s cunt before plunging harshly into her virgin asshole.

“Bwaaaaa!” the mistress squealed, tears sparkling in her eyes as she quivered, trapped between an Ogron’s muscular belly and the evilly cackling face of her former best friend. “Gawwwds it’s too biiiiig!”

“Doesn’t it feel amazing?” the doctor moaned, grabbing her by the cheeks and forcing her tongue down the mistress’ throat.

“Tight!” the Ogron grunted. “Too tight.”

“You fucking wrong hole dummy!” her subordinate jeered, pressing up alongside her and smacking her own erection on the mistress’ plump behind. “Supposed to fuck this one!”

The squeal The Mistress let out into the Doctor’s mouth as a second Ogron cock pushed into her pussy was, if anything, even shriller and more panicked than the first. Her legs went limp and the Doctor giggled as she found herself supporting her overwhelmed fellow time-lord by the chest.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She whispered into the Mistress’ ear. “Being stretched out around two fat cocks at once, feeling like at any moment they’ll tear you in two, you can’t decide whether it’s pain or pleasure that’s driving you mad, but all you know is that you need more…”

“Y… yes.” The Mistress whimpered. “Gods it hurts… it hurts so… good.”

“Pain… pleasure… it’s all the same for whores like us.” The doctor cooed, biting her lover’s ear sharply. “Degradation is bliss, punishment is a compliment, when our bodies are defiled with their cocks, their hands, their tongues, they’re only making us better. We were born to be the ultimate sluts in the cosmos… and every act of depravity just brings us closer to perfection.”

“Y… yessss.”

The Doctor took her into another passionate kiss, nails raking down her cheeks as their tongues duelled, before pulling back and grinning maniacally to the pair of Ogrons currently re-arranging her lover’s guts. “Lay her down girls, mama needs some lovin’ too.”

The Ogrons looked reluctant, but as the Doctor darted back and left the Mistress to fall on her face with an indignant squeak, they weren’t left much of a choice. Soon the Mistress was sprawled on her front, one Ogron lying flat beneath her thrusting up into her pussy, the other pounding down into her asshole.

“You… beasts… are ruining me… with your filthy cocks.” She spat, toes curling as both Ogrons took turns ramming balls deep into her. “Disgusting… animals… how dare you… make me feel this good.”

The Doctor grabbed her by the scalp and yanked her head forwards, pushing her nose into the sticky wet patch of golden curls that covered her cunt. “God… after all these years… I finally have a way to shut you up for good.” The mistress whined at the insult, but went limp again as both Ogrons began pounding her in unison, both monstrous brown pillars of cockmeat pushing into her unspoiled body at once and making her melt with delight. Before she knew what she was doing her tongue was buried in the warm, delicious embrace of The Doctor’s cunt, her nose tickled by blonde pubes and her tight black ponytail being yanked on like a leash.

“Mmm, good girl.” The Doctor moaned, giving the mistress’ hair a tug. “You like mama’s pussy? Hm? You like getting suffocated in my cunt?”

The mistress whimpered, eyes rolling back in her head as her perfect backside was brutalised by the synchronised thrusts of her henchmen. She’d gone through torture that didn’t hurt as much as her asshole being stretched, but somehow that agony was only making her hornier. Before long, her hips and thighs were working in tandem, and she was as much fucking the monstrous cocks invading her as they were fucking her.

“Good girrrrrrl.” The Doctor purred, wiggling her own hips and smearing her arousal all over the Mistress’ panting face. “Get up in there.”

“You like big dick?” One of the Ogrons grunted, thick, calloused hands squeezing the Mistress’ ass as she pumped forwards. “You not so scary when you on my dick!”

The Mistress growled with fury, but the Doctor’s hand kept her face tight against her cunt. Helpless, and honestly enjoying the abuse more than her ego demanded retribution.

“Uh oh…” The Doctor giggled, and the Mistress blinked, forcing her eyes to focus beyond the golden-haired muff in her face and the gargantuan udders beyond them, to her fellow time-lady’s grinning face. Both she and the Doctor had shared a certain mischievousness across all their regenerations, but the cruel, manic glee shining in the blonde’s eyes was something new, and it made her tremble with anticipation. “Girls! You’re doing it all wrong!”

Both Ogrons looked up, confused, neither pausing in their thrusts. “Wot?”

“You can’t use both her holes at the same time.” The Doctor grinned, toying with a nipple as she spoke. “It’s awfully rude in our culture… you don’t want to be rude, do you?”

“Ur, do we?” The Ogron on her back asked, peering around her fellow henchman’s hip at the beaming blonde.

“Well…” The Doctor cooed, putting on an exaggerated pout. “If you were rude, me and Missy wouldn’t let you fuck us, and we definitely wouldn’t let you cum inside.”

The two Ogrons exchanged looks before grunting and staring at The Doctor expectantly.

“In our culture…” The Doctor smiled sweetly, “If more than one person wants to fuck a bitch, they’ve all got to use the same hole.”

The Mistress squealed in mixed indignation and terror, but The Doctor kept her tight against her cunt, and her howls of protest came out more as a muffled whining.

“We use ass… or we use pussy?”

The Doctor was practically vibrating with excitement now, and The Mistress was tempted to bite her just to teach her a lesson. She didn’t, the prospect of both girthy bitchbreakers ramming into her virgin womanhood was intoxicating and she didn’t want to ruin the chance of it happening.

“Oh, ass of course.”

‘Oh fuck.’ The Mistress thought, feeling the Ogron violating her pussy yank herself free.

‘Oh fuck.’ She thought, as that same Ogron prodded the shaft of her sister’s cock, already deep inside her rosebud.

‘Oh fuck!’ She screamed, as with a brutish jerk of her hips, the Ogron forced herself deep into her already stretched hole.

“Mhhho fffffhhk” Was what it actually sounded like once the sound escaped The Doctor’s cunt. The blonde cackled with amusement and clapped her hands, releasing The Mistress who gasped for air before flopping limply onto her face.

Her eyes rolled and her mouth opened in a pant. As she vaguely recognised The Doctor scurrying away, a fresh savage thrust from both Ogrons knocked her forwards and she lost control of her tongue, sending it lolling out of her mouth onto the cold lab floor.

“Hrrn, tight.” One of the Ogrons grunted. “Bitch hot and tight!”

“Feels good!” The other agreed.

“Oh…. Gawwd.” The Mistress moaned, limp as a ragdoll as she was buttfucked into oblivion.

There was a shrill, synthetic squawk of an intercom and the rogue time-lady winced. “Attention Ogrons!” The Doctor’s voice called, echoing off the lab walls, “Your Mistress demands you return to the lab! Now!”

“Wh… what… doing?” The Mistress whimpered, peering vaguely upwards as the blonde reappeared above her, jiggling and bouncing as she skipped close.

“You think these two can satisfy me?” She purred, crouching down and helping The Mistress hold her head steady. “Not whilst they’re stretching you out… and mama needs some love too.”

She reached down and slipped three fingers easily into her sopping cunt, pumping into herself and nibbling her lip. “How many henchmen do you have?”

“Uh… fuhck… a… a dozen?” The Mistress groaned. “I don’t… I c… can’t think… these dicks are… fucking me soo fuchkin goooood!” she trailed off with a long, blissful whine, cumming her brains out and falling back onto her face.

The Doctor smiled and straightened up, admiring the scene of her lover’s anal destruction before stretching languidly.

“A dozen huh? I can work with that…”

-o-o-o-

When The Mistress regained consciousness, she could barely remember her own name.

Her henchmen had arrived and they had not wasted any time getting in on the action.

As her eyes slowly fluttered open she was met with the snarling faces of a trio of Ogrons. She moaned, and let her gaze wander downwards to her heaving breasts and her bulging stomach. All three of the brutes were ramming into her poor deflowered cunt at once, turning her formerly pristine pink pussy into a foamy, cum-oozing rapehole.

“Oh fuhhhk.” She gurgled, cumming on the spot and splattering the three fat brown cocks with her quim. As her head lolled back, she found herself cheek-to-cheek with two more of her henchmen. With a whimper, she tried her best to clear the orgasmic fog clouding her brain and sort out where exactly the mind-melting sensations of pleasure were coming from.

An explosion of steaming sperm into her ass clarified the answer very quickly.

The Mistress howled and drooled as her once-virgin holes were rammed and reamed by five fat, veiny Ogron cocks, stretched to her absolute limit and cumming her poor brains out as stars danced in her eyes.

“Ohmigawd moooooore!” She squealed, “R… ravage me you… filthy beasts! Defile meeeee!”

Smack.

An Ogron palm crashed across her cheek and shut her up quickly, her panting lips penetrated by a thick, brown thumb. The Mistress suckled meekly, whining and groaning through her nose as her guts were re-arranged.

Trembling and jerking her hips as she spasmed in bliss, her head rolled to one side and, past the grunting, brutish face of the henchman currently destroying her asshole, to where The Doctor was.

Five of her dozen mercenary underlings were ramming themselves into her holes, the other seven were busy with the Doctor.

The Mistress couldn’t actually see her old enemy under the mass of glistening, sweaty brown bodies, only two feet with curling toes, poking out of the scrum and quivering as their owner was completely and thoroughly used.

Six of the huge brutes were busy draining themselves into The Doctor’s well-trained holes, surrounding her on all sides, pumping and grunting and panting like animals. The Mistress could only imagine how they must have been violating the poor, mad blonde.

The Mistress quivered, not quite so brain-raped she couldn’t imagine how The Doctor must have been being bred based on the positions of her Ogron servants.

Two fat cocks were being rammed at the blonde bitch’s face. Had the Doctor managed to stretched her lips wide enough to slobber over both, or was her well-trained mouth darting between the duo, servicing each in turn?

Two other Ogrons were beneath her thrusting up, another two had forced themselves between her quivering legs pounding down. The Mistress couldn’t see where all of the thick throbbing bitchbreakers were pounding into, if they were actually violating The Doctor at all, but in her mind she had a wonderful vision of all of the fat brown dicks sloppily slamming into both of her holes, swapping frequently as their owners blindly and brutally thrust.

“Oouuh, fufhck yuhh.” Th# Mistress gurgled, squirting immediately and biting down hard on the thumb in her mouth. There was a snarl and a hand clamped down on her throat, squeezing hard until she began to see stars.

Pleasure pounding through her like waves, stretched to her absolute limit, The Mistress bubbled and oozed with delight. Through a gap in her Ogron masters, she saw the seventh and final brute of the party jerking herself off with one of The Doctor’s sticky, sperm-laden foot, and came yet again.

Darkness played around the edges of her vision as she was strangled, and before long she was limp and lifeless, jiggling in the grip of her one-time henchmen.

It wasn’t too long until The Mistress woke up, but it didn’t last too long before she was once again brutally raped back into unconsciousness, only to repeat the cycle again and again and again.

-o-o-o-

When at last The Mistress properly awoke from her brutalised breeding-coma, the quakes of pleasure had left her, and she whimpered, missing them desperately.

She was sprawled on her face, knees tucked underneath her and arms limp at her sides. Her plump, pale backside was bruised and blushing, half-buried by a thick coating of sperm. A cool breeze blew over her and she cooed, raising her rump a little higher and letting the air caress her gaping, sloppy holes.

Eyes tight shut, she raised a shaking hand to her butt, squeezing the tender flesh before pulling her cheeks apart. The lazy oozing of cold seed from her holes only made the sensations she wallowed in more delicious, and clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought so.

The Mistress gasped as she felt a tongue wriggle into her asshole, her toes curling and her lips twisting into a delighted grin. The floor beneath her was cold and damp, slick with something that smelled absolutely wonderful to her warped mind. She could hear the four-beat hammer of her heartbeat echo in her ears, but she didn’t care, the rhythm of the tongue slurping at her ass was the only thing she was concerned with.

“Morning you.” The Doctor purred, kissing her butt and sitting back.

“Wh… what happened?” She groaned, rolling onto her side and pressing a hand to her forehead. She blinked and caught sight of The Doctor, immediately bursting into laughter. “What happened to you!?” The blonde’s pale skin was littered with writing from red and black marker pens, some of which were still strewn around the warehouse floor.

‘Cunt’ was scrawled over her forehead, ‘fuck me’ and ‘feed me cum’ over each of her rosy cheeks. ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘slut’, ‘fucktoy’, ‘MILF’ and other unintelligible scrawls were printed over her body wherever their playmates had been able to reach, over her arms, her tits, her belly and her thighs. Bright red rings with ‘milk tank’ and ‘bite me’ written above them were drawn around her nipples. As The Doctor preened and sat back, her thighs spread, and The Mistress could see a clutter of tally marks drawn onto each of her inner thighs, one labelled ‘cunt’ the other labelled ‘ass’.

“You’re one to talk.” The Doctor purred, toying with her petals and coaxing a few last drops of yellowish spunk out of her which oozed out onto the floor. “There’s a mirror there.”

The Mistress crawled slowly to the mirror leant haphazardly against the warehouse wall and gasped as she saw herself. She was just as badly covered with lewd writings as The Doctor, perhaps ever worse. Clearly the Ogrons had not appreciated her brutal, arrogant leadership of the past months and had decided to get even with her beyond just pounding every one of her formerly-virgin holes into gaping cummy ruins.

‘Stoopid bitch’ was written over her forehead, smudged slightly after her heavy use. All the expletives that littered The Doctor’s body and more had been scrawled over her flesh. ‘Dumb cunt’ ‘stuck-up slut’ ‘cocky whore’ were only some of the more common insults, but the Ogrons had gotten creative and decided to write invitations and supposed quotes on her skin as well. ‘I am dumb woman’ was one she spotted on her arm, ‘I luv suking Ogron cockz’ was on her cheek, ‘My cunt waz made for big cocks’, ‘I want yor babies’ and ‘pleez fuck my butt’ were others she spotted as she inspected her cum-licked body.

“It wouldn’t be so bad if those moronic beasts could spell.” She muttered, rubbing at her cheek to see if she could rid herself of the marker.

“Wouldn’t be as funny either.” The Doctor giggled, kissing her nape before resting her breasts on The Mistress’ back. Her lips tickled The Mistress’ skin as she placed light kisses over her shoulders. “That was so much fucking fun.”

“Where… where are we?” The Mistress asked, biting her lip as The Doctor snuggled against her, fat, sticky udders squishing into her back.

“Oh, the girls dragged us of to some warehouse in the slums.” The blonde sighed, dragging her tongue up The Mistress’ neck. “You have such sexy skin…”

“Where are they now?”

“Finding food I think, it took all night for them to finish with me. I’d say they worked up an appetite.”

“We’re prisoners thanks to you.” The Mistress growled defensively, trying to fool herself into believing the experience hadn’t been the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. She licked her lips and tasted Ogron cum, her cheeks flushed with arousal.

“You’re deflecting.” The Doctor sang teasingly.

“Alright… I had fun.” She sighed before smirking as The Doctor kissed her cheek. “A lot of fun.”

“Better than conquering the universe?” The Doctor purred, rolling her over and beginning to kiss and nibble at her breasts. “I know it’s more fun than saving it.”

“What are you saying?” The Mistress frowned, gently raking her fingers through messy blonde hair.

“I’m saying… let’s travel together, play together. We used to be so close… we can be again!” The Blonde grinned, hopping to her feet and sashaying towards the doors to the warehouse.

“I don’t know…” The Mistress murmured, watching as The Doctor inspected the lock the Ogrons had put on the door and turned back to her with an excited smile.

“With my Tardis we can travel all of time and space.” The Doctor whined pleadingly, padding close and clutching The Mistress’ waist. “We can fuck anyone, anything! All of creation could be our whoring grounds! Pleeeease? It’s so much more fun to be a slut with someone by your side.”

“We’ve been enemies for thousands of years.” The Mistress frowned reluctantly.

“And I spent last night drinking cum out of your cute little asshole, things change!” The Doctor scowled, gripping her hands and squeezing. “Think of all the fun we could have together!”

The dark-haired warlord-turned-whore was silent for a moment, thinking deeply and playing with her pussy, barely aware she was doing it.

“All those places you’ve been… the things you’ve done… those really happened?” The Mistress asked slowly. “No memory tricks?”

“Every little moment.” The Doctor smiled, “And a few more I kept secret.”

“Like what?” The Mistress demanded, already salivating.

The Doctor flashed a coy smile and walked towards the doors, hips swaying seductively. She bent forwards and reached back, sinking two fingers into her conquered asshole before groaning lewdly. The mistress’ eyes widened as the blonde tugged her sonic screwdriver out of herself with a moan and easily opened the lock.

“H… how?”

“My asshole is bigger on the inside.” The Doctor winked.

As the doors swung open her voluptuous, sticky body was bathed in a warm golden glow and somehow The Mistress’ hearts skipped their beats. She was so beautiful and so depraved it was almost unfair, and all The Mistress could think of was that beautiful face gargling on cum and that gorgeous ass bouncing on a fat, veiny cock.

“Come with me and I’ll show you in person.” The Blonde purred.

The Mistress bit her lip and followed, taking The Doctor’s hand and kissing her cheek. “Alright you fucking whore, show me the stars.”

The Doctor giggled with delight and pulled her into the daylight. She’d thought no-one could have ever truly replaced Yaz, but at last she’d found another filthy slut to share her heart and body with. She and The Mistress could whore for an eternity throughout time and space, fuck and breed with every alien and creature to evolve in all of history, and she wouldn’t ever get old or leave her like Yaz. Their bodies were playthings and the universe their playground. After two thousand years of life each, it was time for The Mistress and The Doctor to embrace their destinies…

The women that fucked the monsters.

Girls Night Chapter 9

The Doctor's Daughters

-o-o-o-

The Doctor groaned as she helped Yaz out of the Tardis' doors, blinking in the bright Perisillon sun as Yaz squirmed in her arms. “Careful babe, there’s no rush.”

“I’m giving birth!” Yaz snapped, her grip on her wife’s arm tight enough to hurt even a time-lord.

“Oh hush, your waters only broke a few minutes ago, it’ll be hours yet.” The Doctor tutted, stroking her own bulbous belly with her free hand. She smiled warmly to the Perisites surrounding them and bowed her head. “Hello girls… could you tell the chief we’ve arrived?”

“Come, I shall take you to the birthing stocks.” An older Perisite with immense curving horns rumbled, taking Yaz by the hip and tugging her across the grassy clearing at the centre of the village. “It has been only three months, how is it that you are in labour?” The midwife growled accusingly, eyes narrowing at The Doctor’s excited grin.

“Time-travel, things happen in the wrong order constantly.” The Doctor sighed, eyes hungrily scanning the muscular woman’s glistening pink skin. “I met my third wife the day she died, now that was a complicated relationship.”

“Hmmf, this is why I don’t like outsiders.” The midwife grunted.

“Aww, but we’re so cute.” The Doctor mewed, scurrying close and winding herself around a muscular arm. “And we’re excellent cocksuckers.”

The midwife grunted again and carefully guided Yaz to a nice shady house with an odd set of harnesses built into the ceiling. “How many pups?”

“N… nine.” Yaz whined, cradling her stomach. “Wh… what is this place?”

“The birthing stocks.” The midwife sighed, “Don’t worry, the harness is quite comfortable.”

“Harness?”

Yaz bit her lip and obediently let the midwife move her into position and slide the harness over her. In a few moments she was knelt on her hands and knees, her head held forwards and her body supported comfortably by the neat leather straps winding around her shoulders, ribs and thighs. It was more comfortable than she’d expected, most of her weight was taken off her knees by the harness, but being knelt and naked made her feel like some common heifer rather than a person. Of course, that only aroused her.

“I will deliver the pups, my second will take them to be cleaned and checked. Once the process has finished you may see them.”

“Wh… what process?”

“You are a Perisite mare, there are traditions to observe.” The Midwife sighed. “You will be fed semen as you birth, it will make the process far more pleasant for you.”

“It’s a natural analgesic.” The Doctor grinned, holding up a tiny blue pill. “But this little baby’s gonna change your life.”

“What is it?”

“This is a Neural Augmenter, my own secret recipe.” The Doctor purred, popping the pill onto her own tongue and swallowing it. “This blend replaces sensations of pain with pleasure. You’re gonna be cumming your brains out when the babies come.”

“What do you need one for?” Yaz frowned as the Doctor tucked the pill bottle back into her handbag.

“I don’t, just wanna get high.” The Doctor grinned. “They give a decent buzz on top of the sensational switch, makes me feel all tingly. Sides’ with so many beautiful bulls around, how’s a girl supposed to resist? Bet I can fit four dicks in my asshole after all the stretching out we’ve given it.”

“You… aren’t gonna stay?” Yaz winced as she felt her belly tighten slightly, a strange, albeit unpainful twitch.

“You want me to?”

“Course.” Yaz smiled, groaning as the midwife’s hands explored her belly. “We’re gonna be mommies, I want my beautiful wifey by my side when it happens.”

“Hm, flatterer.” The Doctor purred, giving her a sumptuous kiss as a reward, “Bet you’ll not even know I’m here before long, the whole tribe’s gonna be feeding you their cum until you’re done, you’re… oh… er, well we, are gonna be the middle of a skullfuck tsunami.”

Yaz frowned, another twitch in her belly making her grunt. “We?”

“Er, yeah… looks like.” The Doctor agreed, looking down at her sopping panties. “Cos’ there go my waters.”

“Hmmf, I will have to call my acolytes.” The midwife grunted impatiently. “And how many pups for you?”

“Thirteen.” The Doctor purred proudly, slipping into her harness with practiced grace.

“Thirteen?” The midwife repeated, a brow arching. “You’ve a most bountiful womb, Doctor. The most I have seen a mare carry is eleven.”

“I’m a special kind of whore.” The blonde smiled sweetly.

“I remember.” The midwife growled, “Your throat was quite pleasant, but I will have to tend to you later. Once the birth begins the chief will have the honour of taking your mouth first.”

“Can’t wait.” The doctor beamed, reaching out and squeezing Yaz’s hand as they hung hogtied and helpless next to one another. “Let’s do this.”

-o-o-o-

Just hours later, the howls and gurgles of mindless delight hung over the village like a fog. The first six of The Doctor and Yaz’s daughters had come into the universe to mewling cries and gushing orgasms from their mothers. Unfortunately, neither woman was particularly aware of their situation anymore, the Neural Augmenters had done their work too well.

As every member of the tribe filed through the house The Doctor and Yaz’s bellies were filled with enough cum to easily fill the space their daughters left as they slipped from their sopping womanhoods. By the time half of their children had been born, every woman and girl of the tribe had enjoyed a turn with their throats and had begun to come back for seconds.

The Doctor’s eyes were crossed, her tongue lolling from her mouth and dripping cum and spit onto the wooden floor below. There wasn’t a hint of life behind her eyes, her consciousness obliterated by gallons of spunk and the crippling pleasure of giving birth to daughter after daughter after daughter. Her blonde hair was matted and filthy, used to wipe up the mess left on the Perisite’s cocks once they’d finished with her face. The stink of stale cum filled her nostrils, her nose deliberately smacked with sticky cockheads to overwhelm what was left of the Time-lord with her own depravity. Her arms dangled limply into the thick puddle beneath her, occasionally twitching with an orgasm or unconscious response to a thick pink cock punching her in the tonsils.

As much as a mess The Doctor was, Yaz had none of her resilience. Her eyes were not crossed, but rather rolled entirely back into her head, only the whites showing. Her mouth gaped and her tongue lolled just as brainlessly as her bride’s, but whilst The Doctor had enough sense to slurp up every drop of spunk given to her even subconsciously, Yaz was simply blank. Cum oozed from her tongue and lips, dribbled from her chin. Every so often the girl would hiccup and a fresh splatter of semen would pour from her gullet. Her hair, longer and more easily played with than The Doctor’s, was a filthy nest of black and white as ropes of cum matted the silky locks, leaving more tangles and knots than clean strands once the Perisites had finished wiping down their cocks with it. Thick, stinking trails of sperm trickled from her nostrils, dribbling into her mouth to join the sticky waterfall of seed pouring from her onto the floor. Even some of The Perisites were put off by what a mess they had made of her, edging towards The Doctor to drain themselves again rather than touch the filthy wreck of a girl gurgling wetly before them.

Yaz’s birthing predictably ended before The Doctor’s, the ninth and final little pink baby being gently tugged from her gaping hole and taken by the midwife. A low groan escaped the broken Pakistani’s throat as the harness was released and the ruin of a teenage mother fell to the floor with a wet smack.

The sound seemed to rouse The Doctor, who smiled and turned her head slowly to her bride. No words came from her, no congratulations or comfort, but a wet coo did escape her lips as Yaz was gently lifted up and carried away to be bathed and taken care of. Just as quickly, her mind was returned to stupidity as her face was yanked towards the crowd and her mouth stuffed full of cockmeat yet again.

It would be three more hours until the final daughter was pushed from the Doctor’s womanhood, and another two before the ruined blonde had been scrubbed clean. Unconscious and exhausted, the time-lord was laid in the straw of the villages breeding barn, amongst the other pregnant sows of the tribe, and her equally exhausted wife.

-o-o-o-

Weeks passed and the constant flow of spunk and attention left The Doctor and Yaz as pampered, docile broodmares. Thanks to the Tardis’ advanced medicine, both of them had been ready to be used again in mere days, and had spent every second since on their backs, other than when they were doting on their daughters, providing milk and affection in spades. Life beyond the Perisite tribe seemed like a distant memory, only slipping into their minds in the occasional breaks between furious fuck-sessions with fat-cocked pink-skinned amazons.

The barn they lived in was warm and comfortable, shaded during the day by the thick jungle canopy and warmed at night by the dozen or so fellow breeding females, all of whom cuddled together to sleep. The smell of hay, milk, honeyed fruit and filthy, messy sex lingered in the air like a sweet perfume, neither The Doctor nor Yaz could remember smelling anything as lovely in their lives.

“Ghuck.” Yaz gurgled as the Chief slipped from her throat, a cascade of thick white sperm pouring onto her bare chest and smearing her fat brown breasts. She sighed weakly and fell back onto the soft hay that served as her bed, hiccupping and stroking her tender opening.

The chief lay beside her and hummed, monstrous cock deflating now that its payload was in its proper place. “Hah, Khan, your womanhood is as wonderful as any I have felt in my life.”

“Thahnk… yew… Cheeef.” Yaz burbled, eyes crossing as she lay spread-eagled, letting The Chief’s fingers dip into the sticky, stinking mess of cum coating her and feed it gently into her mouth. She happily sucked the strong pink digits clean, humming at the taste she was thoroughly addicted to.

She giggled as she felt a rough pink tongue slurp over her cheek, one of the tribe’s other broodmares had clearly decided to help her clean up. Yaz smiled and nuzzled close to the Perisite female cleaning her, her hands stroking at her broad pink hips.

“I wonder if this little machine will tell me if you are pregnant yet?” The Chief sighed, twisting the Sonic Screwdriver in her hand. She tapped Yaz’s belly and made the girl giggle as a soft buzzing sound drifted through the barn. “Hmmf, no.”

“It’s… only been… a month.” Yaz groaned, cradling the Perisite to her collarbone as she suckled cum from her skin.

“I shall just have to try harder!” The Chief growled, batting the woman aside and mounting Yaz in an instant. Yaz squeaked as she was stretched by the chief’s manhood, the immense pole like four drinks cans stacked together, filling her to the brim and taking her breath away. Yaz’s legs jerked helplessly, trapped up in the air as The Chief thrust deep into her. Rough pink hands grabbed Yaz’s wrists and suddenly she was entirely trapped, her body pinned and her mouth assaulted by a hungry, dominant tongue.

She couldn’t have imagined more bliss. This was her purpose, to be fucked and bred by her Perisite mistresses, to give them as many daughters as they wanted until she couldn’t anymore. In her fuck-addled mind, she saw herself chained and leashed at the foot of the Chief’s throne, watching as her daughters bred their mates just like their daddies had bred Yaz. Screw the technological utopias she’d seen, that was the future she wanted.

Pregnant for eternity. Always full, always fat… she’d never be turned back into the girl she’d used to be. She’d always be like she was now, slutty and depraved and perfect.

“More.” She sobbed, wriggling free of The Chief’s grip and clutching her horns for support. The Chief let out a low, rumbling laugh and kissed her cheek, pressing her forehead tight against Yaz’s sweat-licked skin. As Yaz’s hands traced the curve of her twisting horns, The Chief thrust faster and faster, making the girl’s whole body quake and quiver.

“Yesss!” Yaz squealed, panting for breath as she sprayed her cum over The Chief’s invading cock. She’d become so much more sensitive after giving birth, the mind-breaking orgasmic experience permanently ruining her body and making her squirt her arousal like a fountain after just minutes of fucking.

The wetness of their joining filled the room with audible slurping slaps as muscled pink flesh hammered against a soft brown cunt. Yaz’s howls were muffled as the Perisite who had been cleaning her nestled herself on her face, mooing with arousal as she began to ride the girl’s tongue. Yaz didn’t mind, the taste of Perisite cunt was as intoxicating as Perisite sperm, and she obligingly began to slather the woman’s petals with her tongue.

The Chief came quickly, roaring with lust as her cock pulsed yet again, spewing a few pints of churning seed into Yaz’s fertile womb. Finally both of them got what they wanted. Deep within the girl’s womb, a single, helpless egg was met by a barrage of vicious pink sperm. Had anyone been able to see the fertilisation, they would have found it brutal beyond belief, that tiny little sphere being battered and invaded by sperm after sperm until no less than ten had forced their way inside, but sadly the ordeal went unobserved.

Not knowing that their efforts had finally been rewarded, Yaz, the chief, and the nameless breeding slut continued to rut for hours until both women were gushing semen from their conquered holes. As Yaz lay alone at last, her legs splayed and cum erupting from her opening with every ragged breath, she couldn’t have possibly be happier.

This was where she belonged, her home, her family. This was where she could live a life of utter bliss with no cares in the world. A life of being adored by her chief, the favourite plaything of a powerful lover. A life of being bred over and over and over again until she forgot her own name and became just like the mindless females that lived in the barns.

She swallowed and wound her arms around her sleeping Chief, suddenly worried about what this revelation meant.

How the hell was she going to tell her wife?

-o-o-o-

Whilst Yaz had been getting knocked up yet again, The Doctor had been tending to her current offspring, revelling in the feeling of being a parent again. She lovingly caressed the scalp of one of her daughters as the tiny pink baby suckled from her, sighing and gently tugging a second child to her free breast.

She was sitting with her back to the wall of one of the houses, her daughters napping or babbling contentedly around her. For once she wasn’t craving spunk, happy to just enjoy this rare moment she wasn’t being fucked like a cheap hole, uncharacteristic thought it might have been.

She watched the Perisites closely, smiling and humming as her girls drained her heaving udders of their honey-sweet milk. Months ago, she might have been delighted to learn so much about the mysterious species, now all she cared about was how fucking hung they all were. Obviously Perisites were not all female, rather a blend of female and futa, and boy, were those futas dominant. Pure females were a second-class citizen amongst the tribes, but more than happy with their place, perfectly content with their lives as breeding slaves to their futa sisters. The Doctor had also found out why female scientists hadn’t attempted to investigate the species before, it turned out they had, and now they were just like all the other females on the planet, happy, docile broodmares.

She sighed and brought one of the daughters away from her teat, gently laying her into her basket and smiling up at the Perisite warrior who was babysitting her and her brood. “Hiya.” She grinned sweetly, resting her matted blonde hair on the Perisite’s lap and giggling as a pink hand petted her fondly.

Her babysitter was an old, but no less beautiful, warrior. Her body was as fit and toned as all the others despite her softly lined face and shimmering silver hair. Her body was littered with scars from decades of skirmishing with the other tribes, her pretty, regal face bearing a long pale cut from her lip through one eyebrow. All of this was, of course, completely irrelevant to The Doctor, who only cared that the woman’s cock was as long and thick as her arm.

“Hello.” The warrior rumbled, keeping her one good eye on the twelve young Perisites happily basking in the warm summer sun. “You are content?”

“Yeah.” The Doctor smiled, turning her head and kissing the immense soft mass of the warrior’s cock. “I like being a mommy.”

“Hmm, you’re a fine mare. Your daughters will make good warriors, and excellent breeding stock.”

“I hope they’re as good studs as their daddies.” The Doctor mewed, parting her lips and suckling on her babysitter’s cock, coaxing the virile pillar to full mast and giggling coquettishly. “Hey, do you think you were the one who knocked me up?”

“It’s impossible to tell, the entire tribe had a turn with you.”

The Doctor giggled happily, remembering the debased gang-rape fondly. “Yeah… gimme a day or two and we can do it again, pack me fulla spunk so I can’t fucking walk and turn me into a mindless preggers cock-sleeve again.”

“Tempting.” The Perisite purred, tilting The Doctor’s head and chuckling as her mouth open wide. She easily sheathed herself in the time-lord’s gullet and sighed happily, jerking herself off with the blonde’s skull. “We could always use more daughters.”

The Doctor gurgled happily as she was throatfucked like a cheap hole, one hand squeezing her daughter to her udder, the other desperately sinking into her drooling snatch. It didn’t take long for The Doctor to receive her own feeding, a potent load of salty sperm blasting her tonsils and settling heavily in her guts. She sighed, finally able to breathe, and flashed a gooey smile at the baby staring up in confusion at her.

“One day you’ll get it.” she smirked. “Hell, you’ll be the one fucking worthless sows like mommy.”

“Your take on motherhood is interesting.” The babysitter grunted, gently taking the little girl and setting her with her sisters. “I think it is time for them to sleep, go clean yourself, or whore some more. I will take care of everything.”

The Doctor giggled and kissed her cheek, leaving behind a wet, sticky mark and earning an annoyed grunt in return. A hard slap to her jiggling rump sent her skipping away across the village, but before she could return to the barn a strong arm wound around her throat.

-o-o-o-

“Eeeeeee!” Yaz squealed as her cunt was plundered, her legs dangling uselessly off the ground and her belly bulging from the intrusion. Her current mate’s grip on her chest tightened, pulling and squeezing her udders one after the other, coaxing streams of milk to come gushing from her nipples and into the wide wooden bowl in front of her.

“Moooo!” The Doctor was whining to her side, treated to the same relentless milking. Her pale belly stretched around the truly massive cock shoving viciously into her pussy. Thick, creamy streams of milk sprayed from her as coarse pink hands squeezed at her tits, pouring into another bowl before her as the Time-lord howled and squealed with bliss.

In front of them, the chief lounged in her throne, smirking and fondly cradling one of her new daughters as the child’s mothers were fucked and milked like dairy cows. It was an old ritual, one that was more for entertainment than anything else, but the Chief enjoyed seeing females reminded of their proper place, milked and fucked and reduced to mindless beasts. Plus a warm bowl of milk on a summer’s afternoon was delightfully relaxing.

Neither woman had complained when they had been dragged to her feet, they knew well enough to expect pleasure and humiliation whenever she gave an order. Sure enough, both of them had thoroughly dampened the ground with their gushing pussies and spewing teats. The stink of quim and milk perfumed the warm air.

“Cum in me!” The Doctor was howling, thighs quivering as she was wombfucked for everyone to see. “I feel so empty without your cum in my whore pussy!” Yaz wasn’t even coherent, her eyes rolling in her head as her tongue lolled in a delighted pant.

The chief purred and stroked herself patiently, enjoying as the women lost themselves to pleasure as they were simultaneously fucked and milked. She beckoned to one of her warriors who was holding the bowl in front of Yaz’s gushing udders and took a long drink of the warm white liquid.

“Excellent.” She chuckled, licking her lips of the thick creamy liquid. “Share it out, no need to keep it for babes who can’t appreciate it’s taste, the cow has plenty more.”

Her warriors grinned and eagerly drank as the bowl was passed around, draining it quickly. The Chief eyed the empty bowl and grinned. “Now, fill it back up, we should repay our new mare’s generosity!” she laughed, watching as the tribe began to stroke themselves into the bowl, beckoning for the warrior holding The Doctor’s milk towards her.

Whilst Yaz’s milk had been thick and creamy, The Doctor’s was light and sweet, tasting like honey and smooth as silk. She resisted the urge to drain the bowl herself and passed it around, smiling as the first re-filled bowl was brought to Yaz.

The sweet brown-skinned broodmare groaned as the warrior inside her let loose, her belly swelling thanks to the potent load of spunk. As her mouth opened in a blissful pant, the bowl was tipped and instead she was forced to drink. Cum overflowed her mouth and cascaded over her curvy young body, rivulets of spunk oozing over her flesh. Yaz grinned messily and sighed as she was dropped to the grassy ground, fingering herself as cum and milk mixed together over her chest.

The Doctor’s bowl arrived quickly and was drained much more cleanly, the blend of twenty Perisites' spunk slipping easily down her throat to join the steaming swill resting in her gut. The warrior in the Time-Lord’s twat blew her load as the last of the cum slipped from the bowl and a cute little hiccup came from The Doctor’s mouth.

“That wash sho yummy.” The Blonde gurgled, licking her lips and patting her cum-swollen belly as the Perisite in her cunt pulled out. The flow of milk from her teats had slowed and now only thin dribbles of white leaked over her immense tits. “Gosh… we really gotta remember to come back here more often.”

Yaz swallowed wetly. “D… doctor…”

“That reminds me, I wanna go back to Ancient Greece to Lesbos. I remember Sappho being fun, but I was a bloke at the time. I bet she’d totally be into us.”

“D… Doctor, wait.” Yaz mumbled hesitantly, wincing as her bride turned, still grinning excitedly.

“Yeah?”

“I… I think… I’m going to stay here.” She mumbled.

The Doctor blinked. “Like… for a few more days?”

“Do… do you remember after our first night hooking, I told you I was worried about turning back to the person I used to be?” Yaz asked, reaching out and taking her wife’s hand. “I said that I wanted to come back here and get pregnant again, that I thought having peresite babies inside me would keep me from changing?”

“Yeah, course’.” The Doctor frowned. “I told you that’s nonsense. Being knocked up doesn’t change who you are, doesn’t matter what species’ babies you’ve got in you.”

“I know… I think I just hadn’t realised yet what I really wanted.” Yaz smiled. “This.”

“What? A buncha pink dicks? I don’t get it.”

“I want to stay here, live here. I want to belong to the chief, to the tribe.” Yaz admitted quietly, afraid to meet the Doctor’s eye. “I want this to be my home now.”

The Doctor stared at her in horrified disbelief. “B… but… what about everything else?”

“I know… I’m going to miss it.” Yaz swallowed, tears welling in her eyes. “And… and I’m gonna miss you too.”

“There’s so much I have to show you though!” The Doctor whined. “So many species, so many places! W… what about Antianeira? She was totally into you! we said we would go back and let her knock us up! A… and… and Queen Allecor?”

“I’m sorry.” Yaz mumbled.

The Doctor lower lip quivered and she sat heavily. “W… what about me?”

“I love you.” Yaz smiled, “I love you so so much… but you’d never be happy staying here forever, would you?”

“So come with me!” The Doctor sobbed.

“I can’t, Doctor… I’m sorry.” Yaz whimpered, starting to cry too. “And I don’t want you to have to stay for me either s… so I’m not going to ask you to.”

Yaz swallowed and nuzzled close to the trembling blonde, kissing her cheek and pressing their slippery, milk-smeared chests together.

“Travel the universe, my love, fuck everyone and everything. Breed with ever filthy cock you can find. Make new friends and corrupt new partners… have fun… be happy.” Yaz smiled, sniffing, “I’ll always be yours, and when you need to, when you want to, you can come back and we can be together again.”

“But… I wanna be with you, being a stupid filthy rapetoy’s no fun without you by my side.” The Doctor bawled. Yaz smiled and kissed her deeply, enjoying one last taste of her spit and cum-scented breath before pulling away and slipping her fingers into her warm, welcoming cunt. The Doctor’s sniffed miserably, but eventually she swallowed and returned the favour, exploring the familiar cavern of Yaz’s pussy with trembling fingers. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“I’ll miss you too.” She breathed, kissing The Doctor’s tears away and passionately fingerblasting her sopping hole. The blonde whimpered and kissed her back, moaning softly as Yaz’s fist disappeared into her pussy, her hands clinging to her bride’s shoulders for comfort. “I’ll… I’ll never forget you.”

“I… I’ll come back all the time.” The Doctor promised weakly, panting as her petals were spread wide. “Tell you all about the fun I’ve had.”

“And I’ll take care of your babies, raise them to be good strong studs that’ll breed worthless sluts like us.” Yaz groaned. “I’ll tell them all about you, what a whore you are. How good your pussy tasted and… how soft your tits were.”

“I… I’ll come back and show them in person.”

“D… Doctor… I’m cumming!”

“Me too.” The Doctor cried, “Cum with me… cum with meeee!”

A pair of squeals cut through the village, lustful, shrieking howls of orgasm that echoed through the jungle. The Perisites not watching their two newest conquests fuck smiled in the knowledge that the females were having fun, though the odd wheezing, groaning sound that followed caused some confusion.

As the chief led Yaz to her throne and sat her comfortably on her lap she gently wiped away the girl’s mournful tears and sighed. “She will return for you soon, sweet thing. Until then, I will give you so many daughters you will not notice she is gone.”

“Thank you… mommy.” Yaz smiled weakly, cuddling close to a plump pink breast and crying sadly to herself. She loved the Doctor with all her heart, and letting her go was the hardest thing she’d ever had to do, but she knew what she needed in life, and she knew it wasn’t the same as what the Doctor did.

One day she would come back, and Yaz would show her the family she’d birthed and the tribe she had served, and perhaps the Doctor would even be proud enough to forgive her.

-o-o-o-

A million years before and a billion miles away, the Tardis tumbled through space. Inside, amongst a nest of shattered photos and ripped clothing, a blonde woman sobbed to herself, half drowned in sperm and booze.

She reached out and gently touched the smiling face of a younger, innocent Yasmin Khan. Before the Peresites, before motherhood and whoredom, when she’d just been a sweet, kind young girl infatuated with an alien from the stars.

The Doctor snarled and crumpled up the photo of her and her wife’s younger faces, standing and smacking her hands against the console.

Fine. If Yaz wanted to settle down she could do. It didn’t matter to The Doctor. She’d just been holding her back anyway.

The Doctor’s tear-licked face twisted into a manic grin and she began tugging at levers and punching buttons.

Yeah, Yaz had been holding her back. Always so fragile, unable and unwilling to go through with the kind of punishment a whore like the Doctor needed in her life. Well now she was gone The Doctor didn’t need to hold back anymore. Now she was gone she could start having some real fun!

No more vanilla sex, no more sappy cuddling. No more slowing down or bowing out before she wanted to. The Doctor was going to get fucked properly now, she was going to enjoy herself, and if that stupid human slut thought she’d be coming back for her, or would miss her, she had another thing coming!

The Doctor cackled madly as she danced around the console, denying her grief with a grin as she and the TARDIS hurtled through time and space towards new adventures.

Girls Night Chapter 8

Public Call

-o-o-o-

The thumping bass of Mellixian Club music hammered in The Doctor’s ears, bringing a happy, horny smile to her face and making her fat cheeks wiggle in her seat. She groaned, one hand petting her fat, round belly, the other lifting a pint-glass of steaming, stinking sperm to her lips. Her eyes crossed and her nose drank in the stench as the thick muck slithered down her throat, her pussy gushing with delight, well trained to expect attention whenever the taste of cum met the Time-Lord’s tongue.

She polished off the entire pint and burped, fingers running around the inside of the glass and scooping every last drop into her greedy maw.

God she loved spunk, even the synthetic substitute the Tardis helpfully provided. She could drink it by the gallon, in fact she did, regularly. She giggled and licked her lips, noticing a few stray drops of white on her immense udders and hoisting the fleshy orbs up to lick them clean.

“Doctor.” Yaz called from somewhere behind her. “Are you dressed?”

“Nope.” The Doctor hummed, fondling a heavy, milk-laden breast.

She heard Yaz sigh behind her, she could almost hear her pouting.

She turned and groaned, seeing Yaz’s getup. Her brown-skinned, baby-bearing, teenaged whore of a wife had squeezed her heavily enhanced tits into a tiny blue mesh top that did absolutely nothing to cover her rack. The dark brown circles of her milky areola could be clearly seen under the top, along with every inch of skin below them down to the tiny denim shorts hugging her fat ass. The shorts were unzipped fully and opened wide around Yaz’s pregnant stomach, with a tiny blue thong peeking out, resting over her hips. Her legs were snug in the same blue fishnets as her chest, and tall black boots with deliciously high heels. She’d slipped a trashy fur jacket over her shoulders, opened completely around her protruding udders and immense belly. Around her throat was a thick leather collar with ‘slut’ printed in sparkling faux diamonds.

“Aw Yazzie, I’m sorry, I was hungry.”

“I’ve been waiting.” Yaz whined. “We’ve never streetwalked before, I wanna get fucked in an alley like a real whore!”

“Yazzie you are a real whore.” The Doctor cooed soothingly.

Yaz did not succumb to her usual charms, instead she scowled and folded her hands over her bust, one hip pushing to the side. Her growl was enough to make The Doctor whine and slip off her stool. “You look super slutty.” She offered hopefully. Yaz’s lip curled, unimpressed.

“I’m going to rub one out in the console room, and then I’m leaving, with or without you.” she hissed, turning and sashaying away. Her exit might have been a little more intimidating if the Mellixian music hadn’t had her fat brown butt jiggling and bouncing as she left.

The Doctor pouted and sighed. She supposed she had better get dressed up too, or Yaz would be angry with her all week, as much as she loved getting hatefucked by her young bride, cuddling up to her with a belly full of spunk was always the highlight of her nights.

-o-o-o-

“Yaaaazzie.” The Doctor cooed, hands squeezing at her hips from behind. “What do you think?”

Yaz turned and raised a brow, scowling up and down her partner’s whorish outfit. The Doctor had raided the Tardis’ wardrobe just as she had, seemingly searching for whatever was bright, colourful, and covered as little skin as possible. Whilst Yaz had opted mostly for blue, The Doctor was wearing almost exclusively pink. Her high-heeled boots were a gaudy plastic pink and reached up to the bottom of her thick thighs, joined by a pink pair of crotchless fishnet tights that ‘covered’ the rest of her lower half. She wore a tiny pink skirt that certainly didn’t have any panties underneath, her bulging belly was just as bare and round as Yaz’s. She hadn’t bothered to cover up her chest, her entire upper body naked from swollen stomach to heaving udders, only two tiny crosses of tape covering her nipples. She had put on a jacket of the same shiny pink plastic material as her boots, which was so small and tight it couldn’t have closed around her chest, let alone her belly. She too was wearing a thick collar, but hers bore the word ‘MILF’ in big silver block letters.

“You look like a cheap slut.” Yaz growled, almost impressed enough by her wife’s whorish outfit that she could forgive getting stood up waiting for the evening’s fun.

“Aww.” The Doctor grinned, kissing her nose. “That’s the sweetest thing you’ve said all week.”

“Come on, I’ve needed cock all day and I’m through waiting.” Yaz sighed, allowing herself a small smile at The Doctor’s eager grin. “Let’s find a corner.”

-o-o-o-

“Hiya girls… lookin’ for a good time?” The Doctor purred, cocking a hip and smiling down at a trio of young women walking past. Yaz sighed and rolled her eyes, The Doctor’s taste was getting wider by the day, at this point she’d fuck anything on two legs. The teens were at least good-looking enough and judging by the bulges in their pants they could give them a fun time, but Yaz would have preferred some customers with the experience to treat them like they wanted. The three were all chestnut-skinned and lithe, with sleek lilac hair marked with strands of silver and white. They had a distinctively punk aesthetic, all ripped jeans and battered jackets and sharp silver piercings.

At first glance, Yaz had thought they were humans, but the purple hair and glowing yellow eyes quickly corrected her. She shivered slightly in the cool night air and shifted her weight. They’d chosen a nice street corner in the city and had been fishing for cocks for almost an hour. Somehow, the sneers of disgust that were shot their way were just as intoxicating as the lustful glances, but despite her exhibitionistic arousal, she was ready to be dicked down.

“How much?” The leader of the group smirked, folding her arms over her chest and admiring The Doctor’s curvy form.

The Doctor hummed thoughtfully before shrugging. “How much you got?”

“Twenty bucks.” One of the girls behind the leader sighed impatiently, “C’mon Scara, stop wasting time with this piece of fuckmeat, you can’t even afford her.”

“Whoa hey, we’re cheap!” The Doctor giggled, pushing out her chest. “Twenty bucks will get you whatever you like.”

“No kidding.” Scara grinned, “A fine piece of Milfmeat like you for twenty?”

“Wanna go somewhere private?” The Doctor asked softly, draping her hands over Scara’s slender shoulders and pushing her udders against the girl’s chest.

“Here’s fine” Scara purred, taking a handful of The Doctor’s ass and squeezing tight. The Blonde mewed and pressed a wet kiss onto the teenage alien, tongues swirling in their cheeks before wriggling openly between them as their lips broke apart.

“Girls!” A sharp voice barked, making all three teens jump and spin around. An immense wall of a woman was prowling closer, her dark skin complimented by a shock of white hair and glowing yellow eyes. She grabbed Scara by the scalp and yanked her backwards, growling down at The Doctor who whimpered and bit her lip admiringly.

“Mistress Anaya! We were just…”

“Buying whores.” Anaya growled, sneering at The Doctor. “Cheap whores, I expect better.”

“But we’re horny.” Scara whined, “It’s been days since we last fucked!”

“So you grab whatever hole you see first?” Anaya grunted, “You are Princesses of Vast’an, you must have higher… standards…” she trailed off as she saw Yaz, brows raising and sharp eyes drifting down over her voluptuous teenage body.

“Hi.” Yaz smiled knowingly, “Looking for a little fun?”

“Who… are you?” Anaya asked softly, releasing her ward and padding towards her. “You’re a pretty little whore, prettier than most.”

“I’m Yaz, and… I’d be more than happy to take care of such a big, beautiful woman.”

“Hmmf… you are already pregnant…” Anaya muttered bitterly.

“Wish you could knock me up yourself?” Yaz giggled, tracing a small circle over Anaya’s muscular belly with a finger. “I’m sure I could still… accommodate you.”

Anaya hummed and took Yaz by the throat, prowling around her and grabbing her ass. “it has been a while…  almost two days…I am so very full.”

“A whole two days?” Yaz grinned sarcastically, biting her lip as Anaya pressed against her back, dark lips playing at her soft brown earlobe.

“Th… they’re Vastons.” The Doctor moaned as Scara and one of the other girls mauled her fat, pale breasts, fingers sinking into her bust and tugging on her hard, pink nipples. “Th… their sex-drive is incredible. They fuck… for everything, saying hello… saying goodbye… meals… arguments.”

“The trip here took days.” Scara whined, hands roaming lower to cup The Doctor’s pregnancy. “I’m so very full.”

“Then let Auntie Doctor take care of those aching balls.” The Doctor cooed, batting her lashes and tugging the three teens deeper into the alley. “You’ll feel so much better once you’ve emptied these gorgeous young cocks into my filthy body.”

Anaya huffed and gripped Yaz by the hips, walking her off the street as well. “It seems that I might as well make use of you, if my wards will be draining themselves.”

“Hmm, whatever you like.” Yaz mewed, giggling as Anaya yanked her tiny shorts off her body with a sharp rip and her rough, calloused hands began exploring her brown cheeks.

The Doctor, meanwhile, had been shoved down, squatting low so her fat, fishnetted ass was on full display as her miniskirt rose up. Her eyes glittered as the teens eagerly unfurled their cocks, each one a foot-long pole of thick, warm meat, ending in a flared, spade-shaped head like a horse. Immediately The Doctor was greedily slurping her way up and down the immense horsecocks, getting them nice and wet, ready to be sheathed deep into her holes.

She made a wet, burbling mew as her mouth roamed from cock to cock, smearing her face with potent musk and her own time-lord spit, but her skills at sucking dick were not enough for the impatient Vastons.

“Ooh!” she yelped as Scara grabbed her by the hips and positioned herself beneath her, slamming her down and impaling her asshole on her cock. The Doctor’s moan was muffled by the others shoving their meat into her mouth, making her gag and splutter as her throat was stretched by fat alien dickmeat.

Yaz moaned vaguely as Anaya had her way with her, the Vaston Mistress hooking her fingers into her mouth and using her face for leverage as she forced her monstrous rod deep into Yaz’s asshole. Yaz’s eyes rolled with every thrust, her tongue flopped helplessly from her mouth as her lips were yanked apart. She could feel the milk in her breasts begin to slosh around as her body quivered and was immensely glad she’d emptied herself before going out, both because she wasn’t leaking and because it would be wonderfully refreshing once she got back home.

The rough brick of the heavily graffitied wall she was pressed against was sore against her tits, but Yaz had been well-trained to associate pain with pleasure by days of violent, brutal mating sessions over the past months. Pain and pleasure were more or less the same thing to her at this point, so as her ass was stretched beyond the point of agony, she simply moaned and braced herself against the wall, content to be buttfucked by her very first customer.

Behind them, The Doctor was enjoying herself just as much, plump thighs quivering and beginning to ache as she hauled her immense rump up and down on Scara’s rod. “You wanna watch this fat ass bounce?” She groaned, tearing her face away from the two cocks and shooting a spit-smeared grin over her shoulder. “You wanna make this milf bitch shake?” She hoisted her hips upwards until Scara’s flared head was just within her stretched out rosebud before slapping herself down with a meaty thwack of flesh. Contained in nothing but her fishnets, The Doctor bounced and wiggled her fat cheeks like a stripper, fucking herself on Scara’s rod as the girl lay back and moaned happily. A strong black hand slapped down on one of the fleshy pads and sent assmeat rippling and quivering away. The Doctor giggled and shook her ass back all the more enthusiastically, hands taking up the other two princess’ cocks and guiding them into her gaping mouth once again.

If anyone beyond their alleyway heard the animalistic, ball-draining fuckfest they didn’t come to investigate. But for The Doctor and Yaz cared, the whole city could have been standing and watching and it would have only made the experience better. They were there to be fucked like they were nothing but meat, surrounded by garbage, by strangers who wouldn’t even remember them the next morning, and that was exactly what they were getting.

An hour passed before the Vastons reached their limit, lifetimes of constant sex having tremendously extended their stamina. Yaz and The Doctor had been taken in every hole in every position, pressed together, against the walls, against the floor. Held in nelson holds, taken like bitches in heat and used like nothing more than fuckmeat, just as they’d wanted.

The Doctor was mad with pleasure, face-down on the slick alley floor as all three girls forced their cocks inside her ruined asshole. Any human woman would have been split apart, but the Time-Lord simply suffered orgasm after crashing orgasm, spraying her arousal onto the concrete as her pucker was reamed.

“Fuuuuuuck Yeaaaahh.” The Doctor crooned vaguely, enjoying the cool wet concrete of the alley floor against her cheek as she lay, face-down and ass-up, three throbbing Vaston cocks stretching her ruined hole. “Stuff my guts with your cum!”

“Fucking slut… won’t… quit!” Scara growled, swatting a reddened cheek and working hard with her friends to force every last inch of their three cocks into The Doctor’s asshole. The fuck-drunk Time-lord groaned with bliss and pushed herself back against them, snorting like a deranged beast as pain and pleasure warped her mind.

“Scara… cumming!” one of the girls whined. “Bond with me!” she reached out and clutched Scara’s cheek, her palm glowing purple and her eyes flashing white. Scara let out a low groan of delight and returned the gesture, grabbing the third girl so that all three teenagers were moaning and glowing in unison, pleasure and sensation joined and amplified in a psychic bond that sent all three of them spewing their seed into The Doctor’s guts.

The blonde milf hooker gurgled happily down into the alleyway grime smearing her whorish outfit, lashes fluttering as almost painfully hot semen rushed into her intestines. This was what she had been dreaming of ever since Yaz had first suggested streetwalking. Here she was, once the most brilliant woman in the universe, face-down in garbage and slime being buttfucked by strangers for spare change. She could taste cock on her breath, feel damp alleyway grime wet against her face, mixing with running mascara and smeared lipstick. She was filthy, she was stupid, she was slutty.

She was perfect.

Then, just to cap off the perfect first round of the night, The Doctor gagged and vomited steaming-hot spunk over her face and the floor, her guts overflowing and pouring past her debased lips.

As her customers pulled out, leaving her gaping and winking in the cold night air, The Doctor sighed and licked her lips. Feeling gallons of cum vacate her stuffed guts via the rear entrance and splatter onto the alley floor in wet, messy gushes. The blonde couldn’t imagine a more successful first attempt at properly prostituting herself.

-o-o-o-

“Guh.” Yaz grunted as Anaya rammed her throbbing horsecock to the base into her ass, letting out a low hiss of passion before gripping her skull in a deathgrip. Yaz squealed as her pleasure and pain were suddenly amplified tenfold, her body quivering and her eyes rattling in her skull.

The bond only lasted a second before Yaz crumpled to the floor, moaning as Anaya grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head backwards so she was bent over, belly thrust out and face staring upside-down down the barrel of Anaya’s cock.

She smiled despite her shock and the rather spectacular pain in her back as she was bent backwards and opened her mouth wide with an accommodating “Mah.” Anaya grunted, a small smirk betraying how pleased she was with Yaz’s compliance and jutted her hips forwards and sheathed every inch of her fat black snake into the girl’s gullet.

Yaz’s nostrils flared as the broad, flat head of Anaya’s cockhead slipped down her oesophagus, before twitching, and pouring gallons of virile, squirming spunk into her belly. It wasn’t the first time she’d been pumped full of so much cum, but her belly was already quite occupied by her daughters. She was worried by the tension in her stomach that she might burst, but then the simple fact that she was at full capacity solved itself.

“Gwah!” Yaz spluttered as semen jetted from her nostrils and shot from her lips as Anaya pulled away from her. The resulting puddle Yaz flopped into was impressive to say the least, soaking into what little clothes she was wearing and matting her hair together before mixing with the equally massive pool of alien semen The Doctor was currently massaging into her skin. She smiled messily up at the cloudy sky and then whimpered as a few last splats of cum rained down on her face, licking her lips of the virile, salty sperm.

“You… are an impressive young whore.” The Vaston hummed, petting her drained rod fondly before tucking it away. “What species?”

“Hu… human.” Yaz smiled, strands of spit and cum webbing her lips as they parted. “Happy… I am… good hooker.”

“One of the best I have had the pleasure to wrap around my cock.” Amaya grunted, swiping at her forehead before sighing. “Now… twenty in local currency, wasn’t it?” she reached into her pocket and tossed two measly notes onto the messy, spunk-spattered chest of the girl lying beneath her. She turned and stalked towards her wards, pushing past and throwing another two notes at The Doctor. The little slips fluttered down and stuck to the cum-soaked mess of her rump, framing her gaping hole as it quivered and spat wads of cooling sperm onto the concrete below.  She reached out and grabbed the three girls still giggling and teasing the ruined blonde by the hair, yanking them sharply away from their messy plaything. “And now, we must leave.”

“Aw… Mistress can’t we go another round?” Scara whined as she was led firmly away towards the exit of the alleyway.

“No, we are already late, the embassy will be worrying why we did not arrive on schedule.” Anaya said simply, “There will be whores to entertain us there, now come.”

“Thank you!” one of the girls called out over her shoulder as she was tugged out into the street. “Your butt was great!”

“Our… pleasure.” The Doctor smiled weakly, rolling onto her side and plugging the oozing hole of her ass with a fist. The wet squelch of her hand slipping into herself took the place of the guttural grunting and groaning of her assraping, but that soon was replaced as well by quiet giggling and soft kissing sounds as Yaz hauled her aching body close and rested her cheek on her wife’s hip.

“You… look so beautiful.” Yaz mumbled, reaching out and tangling her fingers in The Doctor’s filthy hair. “This is amazing.”

“You’re amazing.” The Doctor breathed. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” Yaz smiled, giggling as The Doctor knelt and leaned forwards. “Our money’s all gross and sticky.” She laughed, peeling the notes off the muck covering the blonde’s fat ass.

“Who cares? S’not like we need it.” The Doctor hummed, lowering herself to the ground and whimpering as Yaz’s breath tickled the twitching hole of her ass. “The Tardis gives us whatever we need. It’s just… hot… to sell ourselves.”

“Still.” Yaz sniffed, holding the damp notes between her fingers and wrinkling her nose. “Ew.”

“Hmm, you’re not embracing the role.” The Doctor purred, shuffling backwards on her hands and knees until her cheeks were rubbing Yaz’s chest. “We’re gutter whores, cheap stupid sluts. We fuck for spare change and sleep in alleys and we never ever waste a drop of yummy cum. Like so.”

“Doctor!” Yaz groaned as the blonde lowered her face to the grimy concrete of the alley floor, smeared with the cum that had come pouring from them both, and began to eagerly lap the mess up. “That’s so disgusting!”

“So’s rimming my asshole and slurping up all the delicious spunk in my guts.” The Doctor moaned, dragging her tongue over the floor and cleaning a path through the vile mixture smearing it. Yaz bit her lip, not even trying to resist before she bowing her head and slipping her tongue into the cummy mess of The Doctor’s hole. She moaned at the familiar taste of Time-lord asshole and virile sperm and clutched the whore’s wide hips tight, burying her tongue as deep as she could into the filthy ruins of The Doctor’s body.

Isolated in their damp little alleyway, The Doctor and Yaz surrendered to their greed. As The Doctor slurped and lapped at the concrete below them like some debased Roomba, the only thought in her mind was how much she needed to have every last drop of cum splattering the floor in her mouth. She didn’t care how filthy it was, or how vile the taste was, her craving to be the lowest of the low had never been stronger.

Behind her, Yaz groaned, pulling away and swallowing a mouthful of cum. She admired the glistening rump before her and sighed happily, nuzzling her face against the sopping mound of The Doctor’s sex.

“There’s no cum in there silly.” The blonde sighed, chewing her lower lip.

“Don’t think I can get much more out of your ass anyways.” Yaz hummed. “Besides, your pussy is the perfect pudding.”

The Doctor giggled and rested her cheek on the floor as Yaz devoured her womanhood, eyes closed and soft moans escaping her lips. Neither woman heard their next customer stumbling closer.

“Huh… you… two sluts for sale?” a voice slurred.

The Doctor looked up to see a dishevelled woman squinting down at them, the bottle in her hand spilling as she swayed drunkenly from side to side.

“How much ya got?” Yaz beamed, resting her chin on The Doctor’s rump.

The drunk fished around in her pants and threw a battered old wallet at them. Yaz rifled through it with a raised brow and sighed, there was a few measly coins and an out of date credit card inside. She showed it to The Doctor who giggled and politely closed the wallet.

“For all that, we’ll suck your cock and swallow all your yummy cum.” she purred, “How’s that sound?”

“Fuckin’ perfect.” The drunk smirked, awkwardly tugging her cock out and sheathing it in the welcoming hole of The Doctor’s mouth. Yaz smiled and cradled her wife’s head, just happy to be whoring in some nameless alley to some worthless drunk with the woman she loved.

The drunk was soon followed by a pair of teenaged boys who gagged each of them on their cocks. Then came a battered, bleeding woman who’d just come out the losing end of a boxing match, she took out her frustration by choking the Doctor until she passed out, and blew two loads of spunk into her pregnant twat and another across Yaz’s beaming face. A local gang made good use of the pair in the early hours, and by dawn both Yaz and the Doctor could barely be recognised under the thick blanket of sperm oozing over their disgusting, degenerate bodies.

-o-o-o-

“Doctor?”

“Yeah babe?”

“What’s gonna happen after we have our babies?”

The Doctor took a long, deep breath from her bong, inhaling a sweet-smelling purple smoke before falling back onto the bed beside her wife. She blew a tall plume of mist from her lips and sighed. “Dunno.”

Yaz pursed her lips and shuffled tighter against her, tugging the blankets of their messy bed along to cover her massive belly. “D’you think… maybe we’ll go back to how we were?”

The Doctor turned her head. “What’cha mean?”

“Like, before we went and fucked the Peresites?” Yaz hummed, squeezing the doctor’s hand in her own. “We were different, weren’t we?”

“I don’t remember.” The doctor lied with a shrug. “Who cares? S’not like it matters.”

“I used to be so different, I used to be a cop.” Yaz sighed thoughtfully. “You used to be so kind… you saved so many lives…”

“Yeah, well now I’m out here making new ones.” The Doctor scowled, stroking her belly. “Why’re you so bothered by this?”

“It’s just… what if we’re like this because of the babies? Like… the Peresites changed us when they knocked us up, made us slutty, made us stupid… and after the babies are born we go back to how we used to be?”

“That’s not how it works.”

Yaz rolled onto her side, pressing her pregnancy up against her wife’s. “How do you know?”

“Do you wanna go back?” the doctor scowled, rolling over to face her.

“No, course not… I wanna be like this forever.” Yaz smiled, pressing her forehead up against the doctor’s. “I wanna be a fucking ninety-year-old gilf still whoring myself out right next to you. I wanna die with a belly fulla cum and your taste on my tongue. I just worry, you know? I don’t like the thought of being like I used to be.”

“Tell me about it.” the doctor smiled, kissing her. “You don’t gotta worry about it. We’re never gonna turn back.”

Yaz groaned as the doctor’s finger stroked the length of her aching cunt and tugged on the golden wedding ring dangling from her clit. “But… maybe once our babies are born, we can go back and do it again? Just to be safe?”

The Doctor sighed and shrugged. “Whatever you want, babe.”

Yaz smiled and kissed the doctor again. “I love you, slut.”

“I love you too, whore.” The Doctor breathed, closing her eyes. “Now shut up, I’m dead tired.”

Yaz rolled her eyes and snuggled down to sleep as The Doctor began to snore. Watching her wife sleep was usually calming and peaceful, but Yaz couldn’t shake the fear of turning back into the girl she had used to be. So boring, so uptight, a lame, rule-following virgin trying to be a cop of all things.

She was never going to go back, the Peresites had made her perfect and she would never change again no matter the cost.

Girls Night Chapter 7

The Doctor's (Other Wife)

-o-o-o-

Chief Magnhild Jansdottr was in a bad mood, despite the grin on her face. She bowed her head in silent thanks to the girl who brought her drinking horn and took a deep draft of mead, it was local, the subtle lavender taste of the honey leaving a delicate aftertaste in the cool golden liquid. She sighed and set the horn down, fingering a braid of flaming orange hair tiredly.

Around her, the party was going strong, meat and ale and laughter and song were plentiful. She forced another smile as one of her warriors shouted a toast and raised her flagon. It had been a good few weeks, sailing the eastern coast of Britannia from the mouth of the Tyne to the mouth of the Humber. Easy pickings for raiding parties, plenty of food and resources to be looted, plus the locals had a fair number of good-looking women to keep her girls entertained.

And yet her mood was still low, her patience still thin, and her longing for home growing by the day.

“My Chief!”

Magnhild sighed and sank into her seat, squinting at the woman before her. It was Leite, one of the younger warriors in the raiding party. She was pretty and blonde, slighter than the others with a spattering of freckles across her brow. Unfortunately, pretty though she was, and despite all the eagerness to please anyone could ask for, she had none of the sense in her vacant little head to do so. Magnhild tried very hard to maintain her smile, what resulted was a pained grimace.

“Yes, Leite?”

Leite flushed, not failing to notice her chief’s distain. “I… er… wanted to toast you! For… um… for leading a successful campaign!”

Magnhild’s contempt was irrepressible, Leite swallowed and sank quietly back into her place at the table, hunching low as the others ignored her and enjoyed themselves. A faint twitch of regret sounded beneath Magnhild’s breast, Leite may have been a nuisance, but she was a fair fighter and hadn’t any real malice in her incompetence. And of course, the silly little thing hadn’t a clue why her chief despised her so, somehow that made her feel all the more guilty.

She sighed again and stood, quietly slipping away from the table, scooping up her sword where it rested and leaving the hall without anyone noticing. At least she had hoped.

As she sat in the cool night air and sharpened her sword a familiar hand rested on her shoulder. “You’re in poor spirits for a woman who’s won every battle we’ve had since coming here.” A soft voice breathed. She smiled weakly and stroked the hand, thumb toying with the smooth silver rings that adorned it.

“Roen. Sit with me a while.”

Roen smiled and perched neatly on a small stool beside her. They rested their chin on one palm and surveyed her with quick green eyes. Magnhild could feel her cheeks flush.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” Roen asked innocently.

“Like the spirit of Loki has taken you.” Magnhild growled, “I’m in no mood for mischief.”

“My love, how suspicious you’ve become since we left home.” Roen sighed mournfully. “I remember the days you were fond of my mischief.”

“I still am, but not today, not here.” Magnhild murmured. “I am sorry, love. But please, can you not restrain yourself for just a while?”

“I am the pinnacle of restraint.” Roen purred, “There shall be no mischief tonight, or any following night, until my beloved wishes it so.” Magnhild smiled, Roen’s flair for the dramatic always did soften her moods, as did the small, loving smirk that came to her beloved’s lips. Roen was an enigma to her as much that night as the first time she’d laid eyes on them. A cocky smile and short-cropped hair as black as jet caught the eye, distracting from a sharply pointed nose and dull green eyes the colour of oak leaves. There was certainly more than a little of Loki in Roan, the trickster god’s penchant for troublemaking, teasing, and general mayhem, the fondness for greens whilst the others of the party wore browns and bronzes. And then, of course, there was Roan’s fluidity when it came to their sex, some days they would be male, others female, and others, like this, somewhere in between.

She smiled and took Roen’s hand, squeezing their many-ringed fingers. “Thank you for checking on me, love.” She hummed. “The company is nice.”

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I miss home.” Magnhild admitted. “And the others… they talk about going back so often. I haven’t told them yet that I won’t be returning east with them.”

“Why not go with them, hmm?” Roen asked, “Why not join them? Damn the other chiefs, take your rightful place in your ancestral home and all we who stand behind you will fight for your honour!”

“Because…” Magnhild hissed before sighing and pinching her brow. “My disgrace is well-earned. My hubris earned me this exile. I have no friends back home and I’ll not have more good men and women die on my behalf. No… better to build a new home here.”

“On this dismal little island?” Roen groaned. “Why not go south? Somewhere warmer, with those dark women you enjoy so much, hmm?”

“One traveller is hardly enough for you to talk like that.”

“I’ve never seen you so enchanted, beloved.” Roen chuckled, “I was almost jealous.”

Magnhild laughed quietly. “Yes… well, it was a spectacular evening.”

“So you’ve told me.” Roen cooed, placing a kiss on her cheek. “Now… why don’t we…?”

They trailed off as leaves rustled and two very odd figures emerged. One was an older blonde, curvaceous and grinning, she wore a tight purple shirt and a long grey coat. An odd sort of belt was looped over her shoulders, bright yellow and squeezing the immense fleshy masses of her breasts. The other was darker and younger, just as voluptuous and provocative in her dress. Her pants hugged her rear tight and her shirt was low cut enough to show the deep valley of her cleavage. Both women were heavily pregnant, fat, round bellies straining their clothing as they wandered closer, hands lovingly entwined.

“Who are you!” Magnhild growled, standing and holding out her sword.

“Hi!” The blonde grinned. “I’m The Doctor, and this is Yaz. We’d like to speak to chief Jansdottr?”

“I am Magnhild Jansdottr.” Magnhild scowled, “Why have you come here?”

The Doctor woman beamed and clutched her companion close to her. “We have a proposition for you, if you’re willing to listen?”

Magnhild frowned and looked to Roen, who simply smiled and shrugged.

-o-o-o-

“Marry you?” Magnhild repeated, looking between the strange, curvy women sitting before her in the hall. The party had stopped, and now all eyes were on these two strangers. “Why would I perform your marriage?”

“Well, it’s a bit of a long story.” The blonde sighed. “But… we know about you, and your raiding party. You seem like fun people, and… lady Freyja recommended you specifically.”

Magnhild’s eyes widened. “You are… handmaidens of Lady Freyja?”

“We were, but our service to the goddess has ended.” The dark girl smiled. “We wanted to get married, so Lady Freyja blessed us with fertility and gave us daughters!”

“We have Lady Freyja’s blessing to leave her side, and to build a life together. We told her we wanted to be married, and she led us to you. Someone with power who would be willing to break with tradition and marry us.” The blonde hummed.

“In return for what?”

“Well, where we come from, there’s this little tradition.” The dark girl purred. “A bachelorette party!”

“A party?” Roen asked, a curious glint coming to their eyes. “What kind of party?”

“The kind where we enjoy ourselves whilst we can, before we’re married.” The Blonde grinned. “After all, when we’re married we’ll be devoted to each other, no more sleeping around.”

“Wait, what?” The girl frowned, surprised.

The blonde hushed her and resumed beaming up at Magnhild. “We’d very much like to offer our… services to you and your warriors. After you’re all satisfied, you’ll marry us, and we’ll leave.”

“By services, I can’t help but think you mean ‘bodies.’” Roen smiled slowly.

“We would be delighted to take care of such mighty warriors.” The Blonde purred, letting her eyes drift deliberately downwards to where Roen’s member sat snug in their breeches. “We’re quite talented.”

Magnhild hummed, admiring the pair for a moment before sighing. “Alright, Doctor, I’ll honour the goddess. Service me and my warriors and I’ll happily marry you.” The Doctor’s eyes flashed hungrily and she immediately began to crawl closer on all fours, padding up the short wooden steps to where Magnhild’s throne sat. She bit her lip as her fingers slipped the chief’s cock from her pants, pressing her face against the stiffening member and admiring the length of it as it draped over her blushing cheek.

Yaz was nuzzling tight against The Doctor in an instant, her lips parting and her breath gently tickling the chief’s sensitive skin. As the blonde rose and sank herself down onto the chief’s throbbing head, Yaz tilted her head to one side and began to suckle on the thick, veiny base of her shaft.

“I’ll not hoard these fine women for myself girls, help yourselves to them whilst they bathe my cock.” She smiled, “Roen, make sure everyone gets their turn.”

“Oh of course, I’m more than happy to wait until the end and take the mess that’s left.” Roen scowled. “How generous of you.”

“Hmm, I’ll make it up to you love.” Magnhild purred, resting her hands on the women’s heads and guiding them over her meat. Roen rolled their eyes and gestured vaguely to the wiggling butts of the two whores slathering Magnhild’s cock.

“Such a pretty ring.” A huge blonde crowed, marching close and tearing The Doctor’s pants from her body. With a booming laugh, she stooped and flicked the simple golden loop hooked through the time-lord’s hood.

“Do you two match?” She yanked Yaz’s shorts down to her knees and spread her cheeks. A cheer went out amongst the drunken crowd as Yaz’s own wedding clit-ring was revealed.

Magnhild laughed herself, biting her lip as The Doctor sank herself down to the thick scarlet curls that crowned her bitchbreaker. She’d always had a fondness for Alva, one that Roen didn’t approve of in the slightest. Whilst Roen was slim and svelte, with a cute butt and slender waist, Alva was an immense mountain of muscle and ample curves. Her shiny golden hair was tied back in a tight braid, her proud, chiselled features twisted into a grin. She’d yanked down her own breeches and was resting her own immense tool over Yaz’s rump.

Yaz’s soft brown rear slapping against Alva’s pale, muscular belly was a sight to behold, and brought a smirk to Magnhild’s lips. The wet slurping and whimpering of two whores at her cock was quickly lifting her spirits, her fatigue and bad mood melting away with every hungry lick of Yaz’s tongue at her balls and every wet ‘ghuck’ of The Doctor’s throat engulfing her shaft.

Her warriors jostled for space behind the willing cock-sockets, filling their plump, sopping holes one after the other to delighted crooning from the women. Alva finished quickly, ramming her mighty hips forwards and skewering Yaz’s cunt, letting loose a gallon of steaming spunk into her occupied womb. The girl let out a delighted whimper and pulled her companion into a wet kiss, sharing the taste of Magnhild’s cock between them before darting forwards and suckling on her tip. The blonde whined jealously and attached herself to the base of the chief’s cock, slurping at the slick skin and glaring up at Yaz as she gorged herself.

There were forty warriors in Magnhild’s party, and every last one had their turn with the pair. By the first of Magnhild’s loads splattered Yasmin’s tonsils The Doctor’s ass bore bright red handprints in spades, and Yaz’s mascara had dribbled down her cheeks, mixing with the spit smearing her lips. Yaz’s lashes fluttered with delight and she paused her face-fucking strokes. The Doctor growled and yanked her head up free of the Chief’s cock and forced a kiss onto her.

Magnhild chuckled as the pair duelled in her lap, brushing the sweat from her brow and winking at Roen who was scowling at her from behind the visiting whores, watching as their fellow warriors wet their cocks and left Roen unsatisfied. Her lover stuck out their tongue and returned to glaring at the others having their fun, a distinctive bulge between their thighs bringing more fantasies of lewd torture to Magnhild’s mind. How long could she keep her beloved from satisfaction she wondered? Regardless, she was certain when Roen finally broke the results would be fun to watch, assuming she didn’t fall asleep before the sorry excuses for women at her feet wore themselves out long enough for her to actually marry them.

“Ch… chief?” The Doctor mewed, biting her lip and sitting gingerly on her reddened rump one the last of the warriors had thoroughly plugged her cunt with spunk. “W… we… we’d really like… to taste all of your warriors’ cum.”

“Please?” Yaz smiled sweetly, pawing at Magnhild’s thigh with dainty brown fingers.

“I’m a generous woman, it would hardly be fair to enjoy your mouths and not share the pleasure with my party.” Magnhild sighed, waving a dismissive hand. The Doctor and Yaz giggled and shuffled backwards, sitting themselves down next to one another and toying with their well-used holes as Magnhild’s warriors began to crowd around for second helpings of the whores’ willing holes.

The wet gargling and gagging of the women being throatfucked was just as entertaining as watching them play with the golden rings in their cunts. Magnhild purred to herself and petted her rod, watching as one by one, her sisters drained their balls into the waiting gullets of the pair sitting before them.

She was impressed that the women remained conscious in truth. How they breathed when every second their throats were either stretched by cock or spilling semen whilst they waited to be filled again was a mystery to her. She sighed and pinched her brow, her headache returning. The show might have been a sight to behold, but she wished she could enjoy it from her bed.

How the ruins of women managed to hold so much cum in their mouths was just as impressive, only slight dribbles of potent sperm oozing over their chins in between throat-fuckings. In fact, by the time her warriors were spent, both women’s cheeks were bulging and full, trickles of cum dribbling from their lips and nostrils even as they leaned close and rubbed noses. Magnhild had to admit they were sweet, letting out muffled giggles as they nuzzled close and petted one another’s naked flesh.

“If you are satisfied.” Magnhild smiled tiredly, interrupting before the pair could pounce on her warriors again for yet another round to slake their insatiable greed for semen. “Come, let me marry you before dawn breaks so that we might all finally get some sleep.”

Both women giggled guiltily, tearing their eyes from the women around them and scooping the few errant dribbles of spunk into the stuffed cheeks. Magnhild stood and gestured to Roen who smiled and presented one of the silk scarves they wore, folded into a long, thin ribbon. As The Doctor and Yaz stared up in anticipation, mouths packed fit to bursting with spunk, Magnhild stooped and wound the ribbon around their outstretched hands, binding them together.

“Before us, your kin, and all the gods of Asgard, you make a vow more solemn and more joyous than any other.” She said, drawing her blade and resting the flat against their hands. “In marriage the two are made one, you will live as one, die as one, fight, grow, stand as one.”

“Doctor Tardisdottr.” Roen said, raising their hands and tilting their head back to the ceiling. “Do you swear to lady Freyja, All-father Odin, and all the gods above that you will stand with Yazmin Khan in all things?”

“Uh huh.” The Doctor mumbled, nodding and winking at Yaz.

“Yazmin Khan.” Roen smirked. “Do you swear to Lady Freyja, All-father Odin, and all the gods above that you will stand with Doctor Tardisdottr in all things?”

“Mmmhm” Yaz nodded happily.

Roen chuckled under their breath and bowed to Magnhild, who brought her blade down gently onto the pair’s bonding. “Then be married in the eyes of those here, and in the eyes of the gods. May Lady Freyja’s blessing bring you strong children and good fortune in your lives to come.” She smiled slightly and waved a hand. “You may kiss.”

“Mlaaaah.” The Doctor gasped immediately, opening her mouth wide and slapping her spunk-drowned tongue against Yaz as the younger whore did the same. Magnhild felt herself stirring again as she watched messy tongues writhe against one another, pouring the cum of two dozen warriors into one another’s mouths and spilling just as much onto their immense udders.

Slowly, messily, the cum was devoured, slurped up by greedy tongues to much moaning and gurgling from the newlyweds. Even once every dollop of white had been scooped up the pair continued kissing, lips smacking and tongues duelling until the kissing became just a continuation of the fuck session.

“More please.” The Doctor gurgled as Yaz spread her thighs wide and pawed at her slit, wiggling her own rump in Magnhild’s direction.

“I’ve no more doubt these cunts were handmaidens of Freyja.” Roen breathed into Magnhild’s ear, hands taking her hips. “They’re insatiable.”

“I’m not.” Magnhild sighed.

“Aw, are you tired, love? Is there no more strength left in my mighty warrior?”

“You can’t bait me.”

“Suit yourself, I’m going to enjoy myself.” Roen purred, their touch lingering on Magnhild’s rod for just a moment longer as they sauntered towards The Doctor. “And if my beloved chief wanted to fuck me whilst I make use of our guests... I suppose she’d be welcome to.”

Magnhild raised a brow as Roen forced themself into The Doctor’s waiting cunt, a ringed hand grabbing her by the hair and mashing her face down into her new bride’s sloppy womanhood. The chief pinched her brow and did her best to stifle her erection, but Roen’s cute, tight rump made for a tempting target as her lover thrust deep into The Doctor.

She sighed tiredly, supposing sleep wasn’t really an option anyway. Besides, Roen so rarely let her fuck them it was worth a headache to enjoy the moment. Roen purred happily as she took them by the hips, pressing her erection into their rear and kissing their shoulder. “Thanks, love.”

“Hmm, I’m sleeping in tomorrow.” Magnhild grunted, lacing her fingers over Roen’s belly and beginning to thrust.

“Fuck me well enough and you’ll have earned it.” Roen chuckled, “I’ll even stop Leite from being ‘helpful’ and bringing you breakfast at the crack of dawn again.”

“I knew there was a reason I loved you.”

“You two are…s… so cute together.” Yaz giggled, breath hitching as The Doctor’s tongue curled in the well-used mess of her teenaged cunt. “I hope me and The Doctor have as… s… sweet a relationship as you.”

“From what I gather, the two of you are whores, whose only real goals in life are to be degraded and defiled in all the most creative ways.” Roen laughed softly, pulling The Doctor’s hair and making the Milf moan into Yaz’s pussy. “’Sweet’ is not the word that suits your relationship best.”

“Hmmm.” Yaz giggled, eyes flashing with sinful delight. “You’re absolutely right.”

Magnhild sighed and kissed Roen, content to relieve herself and leave the banter to the others. Her part in the festivities ended not long after, and in the next afternoon when she awoke she found forty tired and well-sexed warriors, a spectacularly messy feasting hall, and Roen walking bow-legged but smiling cheerfully.

The handmaidens of Freyja left no note for her or the party, but as Magnhild retrieved her sword from where it had been cast carelessly aside, she found a small, strange square of paper bearing an image of the whores, their tongues lolling and cunts gushing as they rubbed the golden rings in their clits together.

She sighed tiredly and tucked the picture into her cleavage, sitting in her seat and smiling as Roen gingerly settled themself at her side. “It’s time to say goodbye, I think.” She said softly.

“You think you’re ready?”

Magnhild smiled wryly and stroked Roen’s cheek. “I think… if all the local women are like those two, we could be quite comfortable here after all.”

“To making a new home.” Roen chuckled, holding up their horn.

“And to comely island whores.” Magnhild nodded in reply, sharing a quick kiss with her lover before calling for her warriors to heed her.

I'm Alive (Promise)

Hey all, I wanted to take the opportunity to explain my absence for the past few weeks.

Essentially, my partner and I moved across the country to be closer to family, which is nice.

Unfortunately, our new place does not have internet.

Even more unfortunately, because we live in a rapidly crumbling late-capitalist hellscape, the soonest we'll be able to get online is march 1st. (According to the people who have cancelled our order twice already, so a grain of salt the size of pluto with that one.)

That being said, I have been writing in the meanwhile, so as soon as i'm able you can expect a big dump of content. This will include the rest of Visions of The Crystal Feast, two chapters of A Blue Tomorrow, a few chapters of a new futadom Pokemon story, one or two independent drabbles and some continuations of stories i've had on the backburner for too long.

I just want to say thanks to you all for sticking with me through this and last year's chaos, it means the world and I hope this year i'll be able to get back into regular posting and open commissions back up.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 13

The thirteenth and final of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Doxxer.

With all of The Doctor's usual good-intentions and sense of justice, but with her anti-authority tendencies amped up to 13, this Doctor became the menace of corrupt governments and corporations throughout time and space. A mischievous punk with an appreciation for poetic irony, 'Doxxer' along with her sidekick 'The Khan', enjoy their mostly non-violent rampage through corrupt high-society with their gang of fellow anarchists and seduced socialites in tow

-o-o-o-

“Ahn!”

“Hah…”

“Fuck… fuck!”

The Doctor and Yaz were both beyond words as their bodies worked each other to peaks of pleasure. The wet sliding sound of virgin folds experiencing their first real taste of intimacy was mixing with the whines and gasps of need from both women now as they grew wetter by the second. Hands roamed freely, both time-travellers now flat on their backs as they ground together, tugging at their clothes, squeezing at breasts, dipping between lips and being chewed on in a weak attempt to stifle moans of bliss.

The Doctor gasped and sat up, back arching as Yaz’s folds slipped along her own, her lip almost bleeding under the pressure of her teeth. She wasn’t a virgin, not really, but sex as a man centuries ago was a distant memory now and she had been completely unprepared for the primal need that was controlling her now.

She lunged forwards, slipping free of Yaz’s leglock, and instead smothered her companion’s lips with her own. Hands tangled in silky hair and squeezed at a supple hip. Quaking brown thighs rose up and crossed behind her back as tongue’s met and caressed.

The fight was forgotten, the hurt and the judgement and the cruel jabs trying to make her friend pay for bruising her ego and mocking her shameful desires. All that mattered was the feel of her against her body, the warmth, the softness, the wetness.

All that mattered was Yaz.

‘The Doctor strives for justice in many iterations of their existence. Fairness, equality, accountability, all ideals they have sought to instil onto the universe. However, the methods used by each variation differ greatly. Some bring justice and order under the boot of totalitarian conquest. Some beg for fairness and balance with pacifistic pleas. Others walk a finer line, willing to hurt those who hurt others, but not to harm those they seek to protect. In many universes such Doctors struggle under the weight of their self-imposed tasks, but there are some who revel in it, and find ways to enjoy their role as rogue vigilante beyond the satisfaction of a job well done…’

-o-o-o-

“Babe, I’m in position, Rage and Highball too.”

“Sweet. We all know the plan?”

“Sure thing boss, go in loud, bring the party to the people.”

“My amp is hooked up and ready to sing boss, give the word.”

“Khan, you have eyes on the target?”

“Yup, one fine piece of bourgie ass on her way to the penthouse right now.”

Doxxer smiled and licked her lips, fingers drumming on her pistol’s side as she hunched in the rafters, sharp grey eyes looking down at the entrance to the elevator. “Alright ladies.” She purred, watching the little light tick, tick, tick closer to the top floor on the elevator panel. “Let’s bring the noise!”

The elevator chimed and Doxxer pounced, landing perfectly just in between the woman who had emerged and the still-open doors. “Hiya Mrs Nguyen-Santiago, you don’t mind if I drop in, do ya?”

The woman shrieked in alarm and spun in time to get a face full of pink gas from Doxxer’s gun, falling back coughing and spluttering as the mist swirled around her head.

Deep below in the building the sound of explosions and heavy bass rumbled, the unmistakable sound of Rage and Highball making their debut in the lobby. Doxxer grinned at the sound of distant music and holstered her pistol.

“Who… what… how stupid can you be to attack me here?” Santiago spluttered as the mist faded, snarling up at Doxxer from the floor. “My husband…”

“Mr Nguyen-Santiago just laid off fourteen-hundred workers rather than make his factories on Alzjan minor safe environments.” Doxxer hummed, crouching down. “Now he’s manufacturing robot workers to pick up the slack with sweatshop labour. Fourteen-hundred people out of work, even more suffering to make sure he doesn’t lost profits, all in all I think I’m safe in saying your hubby is a big ol’ piece of shit.”

“Security will already be on their way you…”

“Nah, my girls are busy givin’ them a free show.” Doxxer grinned. “Lights, smoke, pyrotechnics, the works. Which just leaves you and me to have a nice talk. Girl to girl.”

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know what you see in that husband of yours.” Doxxer pouted. “You’re a smart girl Saija, you’ve gotta realise what your hubby’s doing.”

“My husband has made me the richest woman on this planet.” Santiago snarled. “If some little nobodies get hurt for the sake of human progress, so be it. My wealth will send our race beyond this galaxy into the universe!”

Doxxer sighed and rested her chin on her palm. “Y’know, I kinda hoped you were just gonna be a blind-eye kinda broad. At least if you pretended not to know the damage your man is doing I could feel a little sympathy towards ya, but no, you had to go and be all maniacal.”

“Maniacal?” Santiago laughed. “Says the grown woman dressed like a street-whore playing at vigilantism.”

“Well now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings.” Doxxer sighed, bringing out her sonic screwdriver and twirling it between her fingers. “Any last words?”

“Kill me and you’ll never make it five feet beyond this building!”

Doxxer rolled her eyes.

“Well, that wasn’t very original.”

-o-o-o-

Khan inspected her nails restlessly, leaning against a crystal pillar in the Tardis and keeping her eye on the doors. Her and the others’ part of the plan had gone off without a hitch. With her gunplay, Rage’s smoke-bombs, and Highball’s deafening music, the corporation-cops hadn’t known what had hit them. They’d made their noise and then their exit, now it was just a matter of Doxxer showing up to let them know if they’d wasted their time or not.

Across the console room Highball was toying with one of her amps, goggles hiding the manic glint she always wore whenever she got to play with her instruments. A little further away, Rage was scowling at the console’s screens, beautiful ebony skin flecked with paint from her bombs.

Khan remembered when they’d both been like Santiago, corporate stooges in tight suits, raping society and lining their pockets. Now they were anarchic folk-heroes, bringing down the system and dishing out the love like candy. She smirked, watching Highball’s tits jiggle about in her tank top as she tinkered.

The door hissed open and Doxxer swaggered in.

Khan smiled, her lover looked no worse for wear, her ripped denim booty-shorts and heavy combat boots were as messy as always, as were her mesh top and gloves, but nothing extra was burned or torn. Her return must have been nice and quiet.

She reached out and pulled the time-lord into a passionate kiss before nipping at her lip. “We good?”

“Better than good babe, we got ourselves a new recruit.” Doxxer purred, spiking up her pink mohawk with one hand as she jabbed a thumb back to the doors.

“No kidding.” Khan grinned, watching as Mrs Nguyen-Santiago staggered into the Tardis. Her clothes had been torn away and her body well-explored by Doxxer already. Pink lipstick and hickies covered her plump tan curves from head to toe as she stumbled closer in a trance.

“Fine piece of ass, this one.” Rage grunted, smacking a gloved hand to Santiago’s generous rump.

“Heh, ain’t bad at all, is she?” Highball agreed. “Built for rockin’, all curves and jiggle-meat.”

Khan smirked and grabbed Santiago by the jaw, inspecting her glassy eyes. “Wouldn’t play ball, huh?”

“Nah, she’s in it for the profit, doesn’t care about the cost.” Doxxer shrugged. “No skin of our teeth though, having her with us oughta crash her hubby’s stocks nice and quickly.”

“Well.” Khan smiled, “We’d better get to work then.”

-o-o-o-

“Fuuuhk!” Saija Nguyen-Santiago howled as she bounced her colossal, tattooed ass on Doxxer’s strap on, one hand tangled in her new shock of neon-blue hair, the other tugging at a golden nipple-ring newly slipped through her flesh. “Hahder!”

“New meat wants it harder boss.” Highball giggled, caressing her pale pussy with slender fingers as Santiago smacked her butt against Doxxer faster and faster, soft, pliant meat jiggling and quaking as she debased herself.

“New meat’s beggin’ for it’” Rage purred, tightening the straps on her own dildo, eagerly awaiting her turn.

“We live, honey?” Doxxer called over her shoulder, grinning as her palms left red prints on Saija’s rump.

“Live and viral, babe. Corpo-news is already tryna spin her little show off as a face-swap.” Kahn nodded, making sure the camera was getting Santiago in her whole corrupted glory.

“Well, we can’t have that.” Doxxer grunted, grabbing a fistful of blue hair and yanking Santiago around to face Khan. “Give em some details meat, and we’ll stick the next dildo up your tight little ass for you.”

“Fuck.” Santiago moaned, eyes focussing on the camera. “M… my name is Saija Nguyen-Santiago, Wife of Jilan Nguyen-Santiago, CEO of Horizon Enterprises. I’m… I’m a fucking slut, and I’m tired of my… limp-dick husband wasting my life… I need a real lover… real excitement… so I’m joining Doxxer’s bitches and… I’m gonna bring down every last Corp who exploits its people… starting with Horizon.”

“How’ll the nice people at home know you ain’t some face-swapped bimbo, Saija?” Doxxer hummed.

“Cos… my access code to… Horizon is… 8484993!” Saija mewled. “An’ my password is… fuck… Fuchsia!”

“You heard it here folks!” Doxxer beamed, hooking her fingers into Saija’s mouth and pounding into her all the harder. “Don’t believe us, go an’ check yourself! Grab yourself a nice donation from this corpo-whore’s portfolio on us!”

“Yah!” Saija nodded. “An’… tell my husband… to go stroke his dick to someone else. I’m one of Doxxer’s dolls now!”

“Better believe it, sweet-cheeks.” Khan purred, stepping up and pressing Saija’s drooling mouth between her thighs. “But you’ve gotta earn your keep.”

“And your name.” Highball agreed, pinching a pierced nipple and cackling as Saija mewed.

“And your fuckin’ life.” Rage whispered. “Cos you betray Dox, I end you, got it?”

“No reason to be unfriendly.” Doxxer grunted, fingers sinking into Saija’s welcoming assmeat. “I’ll bet Sparkler here’s gonna be a great addition to the team.”

“Yeah, what’s she gonna do? Twerk the corpo’s to death?” Rage grunted, giving Sparkler a smack to the ass.

“Mhm, I was thinking so.” Doxxer grinned. “Ass this fat, udders that fine… I bet she’d be real… distracting to any guard with blood pumping through their dick.”

Highball laughed. “Hear that whore, you getta be our honey-trap.”

“More like honey-tramp.” Rage snarled, pushing Khan aside and ramming her dildo down Sparkler’s throat.

Khan growled at the shove, but didn’t fight back, instead coming around to Doxxer’s side and pulling her into a kiss.

“So, what’s next, love?” she whispered.

Doxxer smiled. “I’m thinking three corpo-milfs turned into our sisters-in-arms isn’t enough. I’m thinking we go to every last company in this galaxy and turn their heads or their head’s wives into mush, or into our toys, dependin’ if they’re cute or not.”

“And then?”

“And then we let sweet mama anarchy reign babygirl. No more corps, no more government, just good times and fun.” Doxxer growled, eyes smouldering with lust.

Khan grinned. “Sounds like my kinda galaxy.”

Doxxer grinned right back. “Love you, Khan.”

“Love you too, Doxxer.”

The pair kissed lovingly, it might have even been sweet if not for the neon and leather and metal, or the three mind-fucked bourgeoise-bimbos currently fucking themselves stupid behind them.

The time-lord and the girl from a different century purred as they broke apart, turning their attention back to their sisters-in-arms.

-o-o-o-

“Fuhck!” Yaz sobbed, “D… Doctooooor!” The pair had fallen back limply again, hips rolling and eyes closed as virgin pussies slipped against one another.

The Doctor whimpered, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as Yaz bucked.

“Y… Yaz… I’m… I’m melting!” she sobbed, “Wh… what’s happening to… meeeee!?”

“I’m…”

“We’re…”

“Cumming!”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 12

The twelfth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Breeder D-125

Altruistic as ever, this Doctor volunteered both her and Yaz to help an alien species whose civilisation was devastated by natural disaster. Unfortunately given that medical, financial and reconstructive aid were already being handled, the only job left to do was to help the aliens repopulate... Months later Breeders D-125 and Y-217 happily provide their hosts with litters of new children, bred repeatedly and pampered through their hyper-speed pregnancies as comfortable, docile broodmares.

-o-o-o-

“Fuck!” Yaz gasped as The Doctor ground her pussy faster and harder against her own. “D… don’t… stop!”

“Not… going to.” The Doctor grunted in reply, leaning back and letting her hips do all the work. She bit her lip and whimpered, the sopping dark patch in her baggy blue pants spreading by the second as she and Yaz scissored. “Gods… even… better than I… imagined.”

Yaz moaned. “You pervert… I can’t believe you’re doing this to me.”

“It feels sooo good.” The Doctor said, ignoring Yaz as the girl bucked her hips against her. “Haah… gotta…” She jerked away from Yaz and grabbed at her waistband, yanking her pants down with panties in tow. Yaz whimpered and followed suit, desperate to feel the kiss of the Doctor’s cunt against her virgin pussy again.

“Fuck!”

“Oh God!”

The pair’s howls of bliss as their naked, sopping pussies pressed together and began to slide were almost in perfect chorus, and the crystals around them glowed a little brighter.

‘The Doctor’s altruism is core to their character in most of their incarnations, so much so that self-sacrifice is almost second-nature to many. There are versions, however, who find ways to help the citizens of the universe whilst also helping themselves, and who are happy to provide the same benefits for their companions…’

-o-o-o-

The stars twinkled contentedly beyond the glass bulkhead that separated the ship’s bridge from the vacuum of space. Usually it was a pleasant sight that all three women present enjoyed, but the mood in the small, empty room was solemn.

“I’m so, so sorry.” Yaz said, wincing with sympathy as Lororl sank back into her seat with a heavy sigh. “When we got your distress signal…”

“We thought we’d be able to help.” The Doctor finished for her, placing her palm on her companion’s back comfortingly.

“But even a doctor cannot heal the dead.” Lororl sighed, glancing up at the two time-travellers with big, sad, black eyes. “I… am grateful for your intent, at the very least. Knowing that there is someone good left in this universe is some small comfort.”

The TARDIS had landed aboard about a half-hour prior, The Doctor and Yaz both ready to help however they could. Unfortunately, it was too little far, far too late. The Aliant species had been doomed days ago, their planet swallowed by the gravity well of a rogue gas giant, and now Lororl, her ship, and its thirty or so passengers, were all that was left.

“What’ll you do now?” Yaz asked, “If this ship is all that’s left of your whole species… what do you do?”

Lororl pursed her lips and leaned back. “I do not know.”

“This ship is a cruise liner, right?” The Doctor said, peering at the various glowing screens around them. “You’ve got enough resources to keep thirty people alive for years. Food, water, medical supplies. You’ve got a wealth of entertainment too.”

“What good will it do?” Lororl scowled. “Thirty people… that’s not enough to rebuild a civilisation.”

“Why not? Your people are capable of changing sex on a whim, even into a hermaphroditic state, with the facilities aboard you could all be pregnant in a week.” The Doctor shrugged.

“Doctor!” Yaz gasped, scandalised.

“Your resources are all in abundance, the only thing you’re low in is population.” The Doctor sighed, “Given a little time… I could even overclock your metabolism and internal processes so…” she paused, thinking deeply, before shaking her head.

“What?” Lororl asked, sitting forwards. “Would it not work? It… it might not be pleasant but with thirty of us… if we all… paired, with one another we could produce over four hundred genetically diverse offspring, no?”

“Your people’s genetic structure is… brittle.” The Doctor explained, “You’re at the end of your evolutionary process, your DNA is what it is, it won’t be able to mutate into any new forms without totally unravelling. Even if all thirty of you got pregnant, your gestation period would have to be the usual two years, and with a lifespan of about sixty years, plus the youngest amongst you being thirty-two and infertility becoming almost certain at forty-five…”

“The mathematics are not on our side.” Lororl whispered. “And even the young we would birth… they would have lives dedicated totally to learning how to maintain this ship… is that the life we wish for our young?”

“There is an alternative.” The Doctor offered, squeezing Yaz’s shoulder. “We could lend a hand…”

-o-o-o-

One Year Later

Yasmin Khan howled with bliss as Lororl pounded into her plush brown backside with her usual ferocity, fat grey cock stretching her poor Pakistani pussy to its limit. Her legs were wobbling, but Lororl’s grip on her shoulders kept her upright, even as she went limp under her relentless breeding frenzy.

Her tongue lolled, drool dripping off its pointed tip down onto her colossal coffee-coloured udders, each currently hooked up to tubes relentlessly milking her like the dozens of babies she’d popped out over the past twelve months.

Lororl groaned, mighty forearms squeezing Yaz’s arms as she came, hooked under each armpit to keep her standing even as her legs turned to jelly. The familiar explosion of alien sperm into her womb made Yaz cum on the spot, it always did, and she smiled deliriously at the immense round swell of her pregnant gut with nothing but delight in her fuck-drunk eyes.

The Aliant genetics had been too brittle to tamper with, but her and the Doctor’s? Not so much.

A little hormone therapy, a few regulatory implants, and a whole lot of genetic engineering, and now the pair were certified breeding machines. Yaz enjoyed monthly visits to the infirmary these days, squeezing out litters of three to four healthy young Aliant babies each session, all genetically diverse thanks to her human heritage and The Doctor’s tampering.

Her body had adapted to cope with her new lifestyle in a number of ways, even beyond her hyper-speed gestation, endlessly regenerating eggs, and of course the super-flexible womb to fit her babies into too. She’d put on weight, her always tight and bubbly backside expanding into a fat, fleshy fuckpad. Her tits had ballooned outwards as well, now larger than her head and drooping down over her beachball belly, endlessly oozing milk that the crew devoured ravenously. It had taken some convincing by The Doctor to get her to agree to be a surrogate mother to a whole species, but now she couldn’t imagine ever leaving!

“Fuhck.” She slurred, squelching wetly to the floor as Lororl lay her back down. “Sooo… fucking… goooood.”

“I… I’m spent.” Her baby-daddy wheezed, wiping her forehead with the back of a hand and sitting down beside her. “Do… you think that…”

A confirmatory beep sounded from Yaz’s navel, where a tiny circular piercing hung from her protruding bellybutton.

“Yup.” Yaz sighed, lying flat on her back and caressing her colossal pregnancy with loving hands. “Knocked me up again… you… still got it.”

Lororl smiled and kissed Yaz’s cheek. “Thank you, Y-43. I’m glad I can still… perform.”

“Fuck yeah you can.” Yaz giggled, hands wandering to the milking tubes suckling on her teats. Inside the clear-plastic suction cups, she could see her two-inch nipples jerking and spewing milk with every tug. “You’re… only forty-six, y’know.”

“Our lifespan is short, by all rights my breeding days should be behind me.” Lororl breathed, stroking Yaz’s belly thoughtfully and watching as her seed oozed out of her brutally-bred babymaker. “Excuse me, I must spend some time with our sons and daughters, not just their mother.”

“Kay.” Yaz sighed, smiling up at her as she stood and stretched. “Come back soon?”

“Tomorrow, I promise.” Lororl smiled, tucking her fat cock back into her underwear before leaving the breeding den.

Yaz bit her lip and spread her legs as much as she could, reaching all the way to her own pussy was a difficult task these days, but she persevered to scoop up her bounty and bring it to her hungry lips.

A burbling coo caught her attention and she turned her head, grinning jealously as she saw what her fellow broodmare was up to.

Time-lords were no strangers to genetic manipulation, at some points in their history all children of Gallifrey had been built rather than born, and of course their ability to regenerate was hardly natural. Thanks to this, The Doctor was even more capable of meeting the Aliant’s needs.

Whilst Yaz popped out triplets and quadruplets every month, The Doctor was in and out of the infirmary on a weekly basis. Babies came pouring out of the cum-addicted sow by the dozen, and by the same time next week, she’d be back in again to birth some more. The blonde breeder guzzled cum almost constantly, and was by far larger than Yaz, her pale udders almost reaching the floor when she knelt and rested her weight on her boulder-sized belly. She was essentially five fat, fleshy globes now, two titanic tits, one bulbous belly, and two more enormous globes of assmeat, with her arms, legs and grinning head protruding.

A frenzied, fuck-drunk animal, The Doctor was largely nonverbal beyond the pleading cry of ‘BREEED!’, and had been renamed D-125 to be known by the number of babies she’d produced, just as Yaz had. The underside of her massive stomach was covered in tattooed tally-marks, which D-125 loved adding too almost as much as she loved gorging herself on Aliant sperm, which she was doing right now…

It was hard for The Doctor to speak at the best of times, and downright impossible when she had two fat grey cocks in her mouth, but that didn’t stop her trying.

An incessant bubbling, gurgling sound came from her stretched lips as spit and sperm coated her chin in equal amounts. If Yaz really stretched her imagination, she could identify some of the noises as ‘bweahd mheeeee.’ But honestly The Doctor may have well been gargling cum, which she also sometimes did.

Whilst Yaz had been enjoying Captain Lororl’s somewhat tender affection, The Doctor had been playing the part of stress-relief for the engineering crew. She was already thoroughly glazed in sweat, but by the perverse glow in her eyes, Yaz guessed she was aiming to be coated in a lot more very soon.

This week’s litter was stretching her belly to capacity and she was rubbing it excitedly, she only did that whilst cocks were available to her when she was getting nice and close.

Yaz bit her lip as The Doctor popped both cocks out of her mouth and slathered them thoroughly with her hungry tongue. She reluctantly stopped massaging her own gut and gripped each breeding tool tight, jerking them off furiously as she stared up at their owners.

“B… breeeeed.” She crooned, almost seductively, placing loving kisses on each plump grey cockhead before smiling. “Breed?”

“Spirits… I’m gonna bust.” The chief engineer groaned, pitch-black eyes rolling back in her head as The Doctor massaged her throbbing erection.

The Doctor let out a mad little giggle and leaned back, pulling on the cocks of the two Aliants in her grasp, who both whimpered as they were yanked. “Ah… what are you doing you mad… oh.”

The Aliant trailed off as The Doctor gave her belly a wiggle.

“Breeeeeed.” She cooed softly, making it clear just what she wanted, and exactly where she wanted it.

The Aliants obliged.

Thick sperm rained over The Doctor.

Yaz cooed and suckled on a finger as she watched her sister cackle and smear the heavy, gooey glaze of cum she received from above into her skin. She’d always been a beautiful woman, but somehow in this perpetually pregnant state, in her utter single-minded devotion to repopulation and in her borderline religious devotion to sperm, The Doctor had transcended.

This, Yaz thought, was what a perfect woman looked like: Happy, horny, and singularly devoted to baby-making like the good little broodwhore she was.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 11

The eleventh of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Didi.

Emerging from her regeneration fun-loving and carefree, this Doctor had less interest in saving the universe and travelling time and space, than she did in getting laid and making mischief. Taken in by Yaz to keep her out of trouble, this bratty cat-girl was more of a pet than a partner...

-o-o-o-

“Ahn! I… huh… hate you.” Yaz moaned, still trying to squeeze The Doctor’s throat even as her hips bucked against with frantic need. Her sopping virgin womanhood was grinding and pressing to an equally wet and aroused Time-lord pussy as the pair began to forget what they’d been fighting about in the first place.

“Stop… choking me!” The Doctor spat back, cheeks flushed and low mews of arousal escaping her lips. “Little whore…”

“S… stupid old slut…”

“Fuck you j… jailbait.”

“Gonna… kill you… b… bitch.”

‘Though Time-lords have always had an uncanny resemblance to humanity, the process of regeneration is not inherently limited to the human form. Some regenerations, through intent or accident, can yield odd results, and often are paired with more eccentric personalities…’

-o-o-o-

Yasmin Khan let out a quiet, sleepy groan as she lay in her bed. She’d been having the most wonderful dream, this huge, beautiful, blonde lioness had been making love to her in the delightful heat of the savannah. She’d been queen of the pride, mate to the Lioness Queen, and adored by all the other beautiful lion-women around her. Her lioness had just curled around her, strong, soft paws stroking at her warm flesh, powerful thighs rubbing up against her rump, a wet, flat tongue sliding over her cheek as the blonde cat prepared to make love to her until she was spent.

She whimpered and arched her back, feeling the lioness’s paw rub against her mound, her tongue curl teasingly around her ear. Hot, wet breath blew against her cheek. A warm belly pressed softly to her side.

Yaz mewed as the fingers of her lioness spread her mocha folds and stroked the vulnerable pink between them.

She opened her eyes.

It wasn’t her Lioness.

It was just The Doctor.

“Mornin’ cutie pie.” Didi cooed, pressing a wet kiss to Yaz’s cheek.

“Ahn… D… Doctor.” She whined, propping herself up on her elbows and biting her lip as her roommate’s slender fingers probed her.

The alien blonde was naked, no surprise there, and she had one leg slung over Yaz’s stomach, keeping her pressed firmly down onto her mattress. Her free hand was coiling Yaz’s silky black hair around her index finger, tugging playfully on it as she purred.

She smiled toothily, slender tail flicking behind her plush backside, and nuzzled closer. “I toldja… call me Didi.” She purred softly. “You’re so cute when you sleep.”

“I… asked you not to wake me up on weekends.” Yaz groaned, reaching up and trying to push the blonde cat off her. As soon as her hands came up, Didi pounced, grabbing her wrists in each hand and pinning her onto her back.

Yaz bit her lip and did her best to look stern, even as Didi’s tail twirled excitedly over her shoulder and its owner straddled Yaz’s hips. “Didi… c’mon, you promised.” She croaked.

“I’m hungry.” Didi pouted, releasing Yaz’s wrists in favour of her breasts, lazily kneading her friend’s pert little tits through Yaz’s pyjama top.

“It’s… oh my god it’s only six.” Yaz whined, turning her head to see her alarm clock. “Go back to sleep Didi.”

The Doctor’s pout grew ever more pronounced, until her bottom lip was quivering pathetically and her big, grey eyes were sparkling. “Yaaaaaz, I’m hungrrrrrry.”

“Fine!” Yaz snarled, sitting up and tipping Didi roughly off her lap. The blonde let out a yowl of indignation as she rolled ass-over-tits down the mattress before landing with a heavy thump on the floor. Two pointed golden ears poked up into view, flicking with irritation as their owner’s scowling eyes peeped up above the mattress too.

Yaz recovered her panties from where Didi had tossed them when she’d decided to wake Yaz up with some gentle fingerfucking, and shot a pointed glance to the sulking cat hiding behind her bed. “Don’t give me that look.”

“Hmph!” Didi sniffed in reply, hopping upright and sauntering away, hips wiggling and tail curling invitingly as she did.

Yaz sighed and rubbed her brow. This was not how she’d imagined life with her first girlfriend would be like.

It had been six months since the blonde had come crashing through the roof of a train and flattened an alien tumbleweed. Six months since Yaz’s eyes had been opened to the vast alien possibilities of the universe she’d never thought of before.

Honestly though, it had been about five months and twenty days since the wonder had worn off.

Alien life wasn’t mysterious and inscrutable, it was slutty and exceptionally irritating.

The Doctor (or Didi as she insisted Yaz call her,) was a whorish, mercurial and entirely selfish creature, concerned only with sex, food, and her own grooming. Beyond those subjects, she didn’t much care about anything, certainly not anything Yaz had to say. Living with Didi was less like having a girlfriend and more like having a particularly badly behaved pet, which given Didi’s appearance, fitted.

The Doctor was gorgeous by any metric, with womanly curves and golden hair and a beautiful face. What made her extra-alluring to Yaz though, annoyingly, were her perky furred ears, her retractable curving claws, and her fluffy golden tail.

Yaz was a furry. She wasn’t exactly proud of it, or as into it as many others, but living with Didi had stripped her of any ability to deny that she was crazy into catgirls.

She blamed it on The Lion King personally, there was no good reason for the animators to have made Nala that fucking seductive, and now here she was, ten years later, with her personal housecat fuck-buddy.

It hadn’t been too bad at first, Didi had been almost ‘normal’ for the first few days, defeating Tzim-Sha and attending Grace’s funeral without much trouble. Unfortunately, once that was done and the question of what came next arrived, things had taken a turn. Didi had shown her true colours as a greedy, selfish, mischievous little cat-slut, and taking her to live with Yaz’s family had been taken well off the table.

Instead, Didi had been locked up in Graham’s house for a few weeks until Yaz had been able to rent the quickest, cheapest flat in Sheffield. Now they were ‘roommates.’

Yaz rubbed her eyes as she walked into the kitchen, Didi already pacing impatiently in front of the padlocked minifridge that contained all her food. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaz.” She whined miserably. “Hungryyyyyyyyyyyyy!”

“I’m coming.” Yaz growled, reaching down and fitting her key into the lock. It was lucky Didi was such a fussy eater, otherwise Yaz would have had to lock away everything edible, and not just the steaks her roommate devoured.

“Mmmrow! Yes!” Didi squealed as Yaz drew out a raw, bloody steak and tossed it onto the plate Didi ate from. “Yes, yes, yes!”

“You’re welcome.” Yaz grunted, wrinkling her nose as Didi began taking the meat apart with her fangs, hips twerking and tail thrashing about with delight as she ate.

She fixed herself coffee and cereal, slowly waking up as she checked her phone. Didi had long since finished by the time she set down her spoon, and had already meticulously cleaned up all the blood and juice from her pretty face.

She hadn’t brushed her teeth though, which Yaz found out as Didi scampered up behind her and tried to give her a morning kiss.

“Ah! Ew! No!” Yaz squeaked, pushing Didi’s face away from her. “Wash your mouth!”

“And then…?” Didi cooed, tweaking her own nipples.

“Maybe.” Yaz sighed, “If you promise to stop stealing my panties.”

“But they smell nice!” Didi whined before sighing and turned on her heel. “Fine, but not because you told me to.”

When she returned Yaz had almost entirely woken up and was now sitting on the kitchen counter, frowning at her phone with her legs spread. Didi giggled with delight and darted over, placing a loving smooch on Yaz’s inner thigh before nuzzling tight against her pussy.

Yaz’s breath hitched as Didi set to work, her free hand sliding down to scratch Didi behind her ear. “I’m way too nice to you.” She muttered, chewing on her lower lip. Didi didn’t reply, but peered up at her briefly with moon-sized pupils, a low, rhythmic purring echoing from her throat as she suckled on Yaz’s pearl.

“I… ooh, I ordered some new… t…toys for your room.” Yaz groaned after a while, stilling fussing over Didi’s ears as her pussy was lovingly devoured. “Sh… should be arriving today.”

Didi’s room was ostensibly the flat’s living room, but Yaz had papered over all the windows and set Didi up with all the toys and sturdiest climbing towers she could afford on a probation salary. It was another annoyance, having the largest room in the flat taken up by chewed-up plushies and well-clawed scratching posts, but Didi could be so sweet when she wanted, and Yaz was too much of a softie to turf her out into her own smaller bedroom.

“Toys!” Didi squeaked the second she heard the word, jumping upright and shoving her face up against Yaz’s. “Whatcha get me? Mice?! Catnip!?”

“I still don’t get why that stuff works on you.” Yaz sighed, firmly pushing Didi back down. The blonde purred with delight and fixed herself to Yaz’s nipple, her hand rushing to return to her welcoming cunt. “But you remember our deal?”

“I’ll be a good little kitty for you, Yaz.” Didi rumbled, peppering Yaz’s dark breast with kisses, “So long as you keep giving me the good stuff.”

“I keep… telling you, catnip is all… the same.” Yaz moaned as Didi’s teeth nibbled on her collarbone.

“Whose talking about nip?” Didi growled, lips curling in time with her fingers deep inside Yaz, making her dear, dear ‘owner’ whimper and mew like a kitten. “I’m talking about your yummy pussy, cutie pie.”

“You… only call me that when you… want something.”

Didi giggled softly and extended her claws on the hand not currently sunk deep into Yaz’s hot, wet pinkness. “Cos’ I’m such a good kitty, and I make you feel good too, can we play with your special toys?”

“M… make me cum,” Yaz whined, cradling Didi’s head against her chest, “and… yeah.”

Didi’s evil little giggle of excitement almost made Yaz change her mind, but then the blonde dropped low and began to make out with her pussy, two fingers still gently pumping inside along with her tongue.

Yaz was hunched over and gasping with orgasm within the minute, curling in on herself, her fingers clenched on Didi’s hair as she came her brains out. “Ohhhhhh fuck.”

Didi was not a creature that believed in enjoying the afterglow, or aftercare of any sort really, unless it was belly rubs which, strangely for a cat, she adored.

She abandoned Yaz in a flash, returning just as quick from Yaz’s room with a strap cradled in her hands.

By the time Yaz had caught her breath and buckled herself in, Didi was practically frenzied, twerking and shaking her colossal ass about as she crouched on all fours and presented herself.

“C’mon, c’mon, c’moooooon.”

Yaz rolled her eyes and took a firm grip of Didi’s hips, guiding herself into her fuzzy cunt and making sure that Didi’s thrashing tail didn’t get in her mouth by grabbing it tight.

The little mews and whimpers and giggles Didi let out as Yaz fucked her were as adorable as ever, and Yaz made the most of the only time her ‘roommate’ wasn’t causing trouble, as she always did. She closed her eyes peacefully, enjoying Didi’s plush, pale cheeks bouncing off her hips and her coos as she was fucked. It was moments like this that taking care of Didi didn’t seem so bad…

The doorbell rang.

Didi zipped away and flung the door wide open.

The poor delivery girl squeaked as she saw Didi, naked and sweaty, grinning at her eagerly, and Yaz, equally dishevelled, wearing only her pyjama top and a strap-on just behind her.

“DIDI!!!!!”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 10

The tenth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: The Domme.

Finding herself angry and vengeful following her regeneration, it only took the slightest provocation for this Doctor to take out her frustrations on Yaz. Leaning into her darker urges, The Doctor enslaved Yaz and launched into a devastating campaign against the Stenza, bringing their empire to it’s knees with her broken pet human at her heels all the while.

-o-o-o-

“Get off me!” The Doctor snarled, grappling with Yaz as the younger girl tried to pin her to the ground. She brought her legs up, clamping her thighs around the human’s waist and hauled her off balance onto her side. The blonde capitalised on the momentum and rolled on top, but as Yaz thrashed and swore at her, she wound up in the awkward position of only having one of Yaz’s thighs pinned between her legs, the other free to knee her in the side.

“Fuck… you!” Yaz groaned, trying to pull her arms free of The Doctor’s grip. “Ahn!” The moan that burst from the girl’s lips was completely involuntary, breathless and lustful, as opposed to the furious and pained grunts she’d made as she and The Doctor wrestled.

Thanks to her position, whenever she or the doctor moved their bodies in a bid to overpower the other, her pussy was rubbed up against The Doctor’s thigh, sending waves of unwanted pleasure through the furious virgin.

“Not so tough now, are you?” The Doctor crowed, oblivious to the pleasure she was forcing onto her companion. “I’m a grandmaster of Venusian Aikido you stupid child, and you thought you could fight me?”

‘The Doctor’s long lifespan affords all versions of them a multitude of advantages when conflict is aroused. Whilst centuries of knowledge are often the principle weapon of the time-lord, there are just as many variants who prefer to use the physical skills learned over the many millennia to defeat their foes, and even some who delight in inflicting pain on their unfortunate victims…’

-o-o-o-

The swish of a whip sounded in the darkness of the Tardis console room, thick, braided leather cutting through the air before snapping harshly against a bruised brown buttock.

Yasmin Khan’s squeak of pain was muffled by the ballgag nestled between her plump lips, wet with her saliva to the point of dripping. Her wide brown eyes rolled to the side and stared imploringly at her friend The Doctor.

No, friend wasn’t the right word.

The Doctor had contempt for her, and Yaz couldn’t honestly say she ‘liked’ the Doctor much either. Mistress was a more fitting title, or even better: owner.

The Doctor viewed Yaz as a plaything, just another part of her collection, and Yaz… well, Yaz was helplessly smitten. Not with The Doctor, although the frighteningly cruel and lustful woman was stunningly beautiful, but with just how amazing she made Yaz feel.

The abuse, the cruelty, being treated like a pet at best and dirt at worst… it was intoxicating.

The fear The Doctor instilled in her, making it clear how disposable she was, making her watch as she took lives and cracked the Stenza homeworld like an egg without a hint of remorse, it was addictive.

She couldn’t help herself, she needed to be this evil woman’s personal fuckpig.

So Yaz stayed and served her owner however she was bid. Submitting to humiliation and debasement even when the open door of the TARDIS glowed invitingly, offering her salvation, normality, the chance of being loved again.

Swish.

Thwack.

Yaz’s legs shook, soft thighs jiggling as she struggled to remain still to receive her owner’s gift. With her arms locked in a snug brace above her head, her choices were either to balance on the towering heels her owner had slipped her into, or dangle from the chain securing her to the ceiling like a fresh cut of meat. She hoped that if she was good, if she was obedient, the Doctor might use her properly before wandering off to do whatever it was she did beyond the console room, so she kept upright, even as her ass was lashed red.

The Doctor’s latex gloves were freezing cold compared to the burning warmth of Yaz’s tortured skin when at last the whipping stopped. She gasped weakly against her gag, eyes watering as The Doctor palmed her cheeks, squeezing and teasing the thick brown flesh of her butt in her strong hands before patting her gently.

“Have you been doing the exercises I gave you, pig?” She whispered into Yaz’s ear. Yaz nodded, swallowing spit as The Doctor’s hands slid up her hips to her stomach.

The Doctor clearly hadn’t been content with merely physically torturing her, and had begun emotionally tormenting her as well, reminding her of what a disappointment she must be to her parents, to her colleagues, wondering if anyone back home had even noticed she was gone, or if they were relieved they didn’t have to deal with her anymore.

She needled Yaz about her body constantly, never satisfied with any part of her, her legs were too skinny, her butt was too flat, her breasts were pathetically small. Her nose was crooked, her hair was thinning, her eyes looked bloodshot.

Even her hateful nickname ‘pig’ was chosen to be cruel; a jab at her weight as well as her Muslim faith.

And even despite all of that, Yaz wanted more.

The Doctor’s gloved fingers unbuckled the gag and yanked it from her drool-shined lips, throwing it onto the nest of blankets that crowned the stained mattress of Yaz’s bed.

“I asked you a question, pig.” The Doctor said softly, fingers winding around Yaz’s throat.

“Yes mistress, I’ve been doing my exercises mistress.” Yaz panted, “Is… is my ass fatter now? I’ve been doing so many squats… and eating all my food like… a good little sow.”

“I’ll bet you have.” The Doctor snarled, “I bet you’ve been stuffing your face every moment I take my eye off you, how else could you have grown such a gut you greedy swine!”

Yaz saw the slap coming, but made no effort to avoid it, merely moaning as the Doctor’s palm smacked against her cheek.

“No mistress.” She simpered pathetically, pushing her ass out to try and show off the added padding her new exercise and diet had packed onto her rear. “I only eat what you give me, mistress.”

The Doctor’s eyes narrowed. “Are you calling me a liar?”

Yaz shook her head. “No mistress.”

“Because if you were, I’d have to carve some of this meat off you myself and feed it to you, and I know a good, pious girl like you wouldn’t like being force-fed pork!”

“No mistress.” Yaz mewed, shivering with a perverse thrill at the threat.

“Stupid sow.” The Doctor grunted, pushing her away only to grab Yaz by her drooling cunt as she swung helplessly back towards her. The girl whined, her weight suddenly being supported not only by her wrists, but by the three fingers hooked into her hole.

The Doctor looked her up and down, face twisted into a sneer before she reached out with her free hand and took two of the many rings she’d pierced Yaz’s labia with between her fingers. “How do you think this will end, pig?” She asked quietly.

“Mistress?”

“I’ll live for thousands more years, you’ll wear out in a decade, maybe two if you’re lucky.” The Doctor hummed. “How do you think this will end?”

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course not.” The Doctor sighed, rolling her eyes. “Stupid sow…”

She slid a finger out of Yaz’s cunt, leaving her suspended by the ring and her two fingers alone. Suddenly the gentle tug against Yaz’s petals became a firm pull as more of her weight dangled from the metal looped through her flesh.

“Do you think I should kill you?” The Doctor mused, “See just how much punishment your pathetic human body can take before it falls apart?” She slipped her second finger free, leaving just a single digit supporting Yaz. The pull became even stronger and Yaz choked with pain, if The Doctor let go of her there was no way her body could be held up by just that piercing alone, it would rip free of her flesh like paper!

“Or should I dump you in some godforsaken hole somewhere in the cosmos? Let you fend for yourself?” The alien dominatrix mused. “Perhaps I should sell you into slavery? Then I might actually get something back from all my generosity.”

“I… I know… you’ll do what’s… best… mistress.” Yaz croaked, tears sparkling in her eyes as her petals were pulled. Suddenly the Doctor smiled and released her altogether, letting her swing freely back and come to an awkward halt.

“If you weren’t such an obedient sow I’d get rid of you here and now.” She cooed, “but seeing as you’re just so sweetly submissive, I suppose I’ll keep you around to amuse myself a while longer.”

“Thank you mistress.” Yaz wheezed, “You’re… so… kind to me, mistress.”

“Obviously, if I wasn’t I’d have left you floating in space like the trash you are.” The Doctor smirked. “It was your own stupid fault you were teleported with me.”

“My fault.” Yaz croaked weakly, nodding despite the shame the doctor’s words had roused in her. It wasn’t her fault, was it? It couldn’t have been. The Doctor must have made a mistake, that’s why she, Ryan and Graham had been teleported with her away from earth. And the Doctor had only saved her and not the others because… because…

Yaz swallowed. The Doctor had saved her because she was pretty, because she was submissive, and because she had immediately recognised what a whore Yaz was deep down. Ryan and Graham hadn’t been interesting enough, so they’d died in the vacuum alone whilst she was whisked away to enjoy life as an abuse-sponge for a maniacal tyrant.

She fell to the ground with a grunt as The Doctor unlaced her armbinder, staring meekly up at her owner. The dark-haired sociopath plucked a marker from a shelf and rolled it between her fingers before writing something across a framed picture she’d pulled from the shelf of toys she’d been using on Yaz.

“To the door.” She said simply.

Yaz whined and hauled her aching body off the floor, staggering to the doorway and waiting for her mistress to come.

The Doctor smiled as she passed, showing her the picture she’d brought. It was Yaz, smiling proudly in her uniform, the day she’d graduated from her apprenticeship and become a full officer. “Rape me.” was written above her face.

The Doctor fixed it to the outside of the Tardis door and glanced back at back to Yaz. “Turn around and bend over.”

Yaz obeyed, and soon her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the Tardis’ doorway, her plump brown butt stuck out into the vacuum of space, with a helpful picture of her smiling, innocent self to entice her upcoming abusers.

The Doctor erected a one-way light-shield with a wave of her sonic screwdriver and landed the Tardis.

“Good thing I had your tubes tied, pig.” She purred, stroking a palm over Yaz’s cheek as the girl weakly trembled, anticipating the inevitable thrust of an anonymous cock into her helpless holes. “I don’t plan on moving from this spot until I’ve reorganised my collection, and that might just take days.”

Yaz bit her lip as she felt hands grab her reddened ass, groping her hard enough to hurt.

The Doctor continued, “Any other woman would be bred a thousand times over by the amount of spunk you’re about to guzzle down, but then again, there aren’t any women like you sow. You’re unique in your degeneracy.”

Yaz howled as she was suddenly stuffed, tears welling in her eyes as her asshole was stretched wide around an alien cock. “Please… mistress.” She managed to gasp, staring up at the woman who had corrupted her into nothing more than an abuse-craving slut. “May I worship you… b… before you go away?”

The black-haired woman laughed softly and nodded, taking Yaz by the hair and pressing her blushing, drooling face tight against her ass. Yaz only moaned at the familiar embrace of The Doctor’s cheeks and set to work rimming the dark goddess who had enslaved her.

The degradation was exquisite bliss.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 9

The Ninth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dog.

After defeating Tzim-Sha and recovering her Tardis from the planet Desolation, this Doctor returned her three companions to earth, but Yasmin Khan wasn't going anywhere. Angry and dominant, Yaz punished The Doctor for endangering her life by fucking her right against the Tardis Console, and soon enough, the newly regenerated Doctor's personality remoulded into that of a consummate submissive. Giving everything to Yaz, even her name, 'Dog' faithfully served her mistress as Yaz took the TARDIS on a joyride through time and space.

-o-o-o-

“You made me a slave!” Yasmin Khan gasped, staring in disbelief as the ancient version of her had her tunic torn away and her body sandwiched between two incredibly buff amazons. “You racist cunt!”

“I didn’t make you anything!” The Doctor snarled. “That you was always a slave, just like those others were all always stupid, ungrateful sluts!”

Yaz shrieked and pounced, knocking the blonde to the floor. The Doctor yelped in indignant surprise and fought back, the pair of them tumbling to the ground in a hair-pulling, nail-scratching heap.

“Going to make you pay!” Yaz howled.

The Doctor’s genius and millennia of good work has afforded them much good will. Mistakes made by a great hero are easily brushed aside, if not by those who do not know their reputation. A Doctor whose reputation did not proceed her, and whose mistakes were not forgotten or forgiven, learns this crucial lesson.

-o-o-o-

“Ok, um… bye!” The Doctor said with a forced grin as Yaz, Ryan and Graham stared in confusion at the park they’d landed in. “Sorry!” She slammed the door and sprinted for the console, cheeks flushed with humiliation and regret.

It hadn’t been her fault, not really, she was still only a few days into her regeneration and it hadn’t been a smooth one. No-one could blame her for making a mistake with her calibrations, and she’d managed to save her three friends from asphyxiating in the vacuum of space with no real harm done. She’d kept them safe, despite her blunder, from acid lakes and murderous robots and a lot of particularly unpleasant sentient bedsheets, so surely everything was fine.

No.

Because she’d almost killed the only three friends she had, and even though they hadn’t mentioned it, she knew they couldn’t look at her the same way ever again.

It was better she left them where they were safe and went off to find some new adventures by herself.

The Tardis doors slammed open and The Doctor let out a squeak of surprise, turning to see Yaz stalking towards her, fury evident on her face.

The blonde cowered as Yaz approached her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her up against one of the crystal pillars of the Tardis. “I… I thought you were going home?” The Doctor managed to splutter as Yaz scowled down at her.

When had Yaz become so strong?

“You’re just going to kick me out like that?” Yaz snapped. “After everything? You drop me back home and run away without another word?”

“I… I…” The Blonde stammered, hearts hammering in her chest.

When had Yaz become so intimidating?

“I want answers!”

“What answers?” The Doctor swallowed as Yaz stepped back and let her go. She stumbled slightly and sank down to her knees.

When had Yaz become so beautiful?

“Who are you? What is this place? Where did you come from?” Yaz laughed sarcastically, “You showed up with no explanation and tried to leave just as quick, I want to know everything.”

“B… but.”

“You almost got me killed more times today than I can count.” Yaz growled, snarling down at the kneeling blonde, oblivious to the terrified arousal she was instilling in the ancient alien. “You owe me.”

The Doctor nodded meekly. “Yes Yaz… I… I understand.” She swallowed and bit her lip, “How can I make it up to you?”

-o-o-o-

“Mmmhmhm!” The Doctor moaned into her ballgag, eyes rolling in the darkness behind her latex hood as Yaz tugged yet another bead from her winking asshole. How many had it been now? Six? Seven? She struggled to remember how many there were on the chain, and just what the upper limits on their expansion were.

Time-lords weren’t the only species that had cracked dimensional transcendentalism, there were a select other races who knew how to make objects bigger on the inside, smaller on the outside, and how to fit a lot into a little package.

Originally, each bead had only been the size of a grape, now it felt like a whole satsuma was being tugged out of her hole. With ten beads on the chain, The Doctor was equally terrified and thrilled to find out just how massive the final orb would be as it stretched her slutty hole on its way out.

She wiggled a little to show her delight, drooling onto the floor past her gag and mumbling incomprehensively. She knew Yaz liked to know she was getting results, so the sloppier and sluttier she acted, the better.

Yaz’s palm smacked down on her latex-clad rump with a sharp slapping sound, plump pale flesh jiggling in its blue skin-tight wrapping. The Doctor only moaned at the pain, teeth squeaking against the rubber between her lips as she tensed her core and shamelessly twerked her ass in a bid for more spanking.

“Oh God, you’re such a whore.” She heard Yaz mutter. “I can’t believe you ever saved the world, you can’t go ten minutes without embarrassing yourself.”

The Doctor mewed and nodded in agreement, lashes fluttering as Yaz’s hand rubbed against the latex-clad mound of her cunt, massaging the sticky mess and making the Doctor’s toes curl in her heels.

“Good girl… good puppy.” Yaz cooed as The Doctor whimpered and pressed her ass back against her palm, before tugging the eighth bead from her asshole. “Two more to go and then if you’re good I’ll let you pick out a dildo to replace them.”

“Fankoouh.” The Doctor mumbled happily, rubbing her stomach against Yaz’s thighs as the younger girl kept her bent in place.

A sharp tug on her ponytail made her whimper needily, resulting in another jerk of her hips against Yaz’s palm.

“No talking, dog.” Yaz reminded her sternly, fist tight around the long golden locks emerging from the back of The Doctor’s mask. She gave another tug to the string of beads and the penultimate sphere popped free of her pet’s sphincter, an orange-sized ball of chrome glistening with The Doctor’s arousal. “You’ve been doing so well girl… don’t ruin it now.”

The Doctor whined through her nose and nodded as much as she was able with Yaz’s grip on her hair. She could already feel the tug of the final bead against her hole, the massive shape of it resting inside her, bigger than all the ones that came before. Yaz gave a slow pull and The Doctor moaned, feeling herself stretch open little by little, her mistress prolonging the sensation as long as she could before it finally came free with an audible pop.

The Doctor’s whimper of relief was blissful to a tee and she fell limply over Yaz’s lap as the girl chuckled. “There we go… good girl… that’s my good girl.” She felt a pat on her ass and gave herself a shake to imply her thanks, before Yaz gently eased her off her thighs and lay her on the floor.

The sound of bare feet on the Tardis floor was quiet and muffled by the latex hood, but the Doctor listened intently as Yaz moved around her. She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and angled herself towards where she guessed Yaz was, mewing softly around the ballgag for her lover’s attention.

“Yes girl, you did very well.” Yaz’s voice said with an amused sigh. “You’ve definitely earned your treat.” More footsteps, and then suddenly gentle hands were pulling her hood off and setting her face free.

The Doctor blinked in the sudden light before staring adoringly up at the human girl who had made her into a submissive fuckpet. It had been years now since Yaz had first confronted her and The Doctor had discovered her natural submissiveness, it was hard to remember life before it.

Yaz was a kind mistress, liberal with her affection and always careful to let the Doctor know she was loved, but she was a mistress nonetheless. Yaz called all the shots, told the time-lord what to do and when, and if she disappointed or stepped out of line, she was quick to remind her of her place with a butt-bruising spanking or, god forbid, an enforced abstinence.

The Doctor sighed dreamily, wondering how she’d slept all those years without Yaz’s body wrapped around her. How she’d piloted the Tardis without a watchful eye looking over her and a strong hand on her waist. How she’d lived without the scent of cinnamon and sex perfuming her every waking hour with her lover.

The ballgag popped free of her teeth easily and she swallowed, her lips still wet and shiny with spit. She smiled and let out a soft sigh, sitting back as Yaz tossed the gag over to where the beads were lying. “Thank you, Mistress.”

“You’re welcome, pet.” Yaz hummed, “Was it everything you hoped?”

“Gods they were so big.” The Doctor moaned, hands stroking over her bare breasts, tugging on the neat silver studs in her nipples. “You’ve never stretched me out so much.”

Yaz laughed and stroked The Doctor’s hair before helping her up. “Glad you liked it, pup.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek before turning back to the Tardis console where a simple chalkboard was resting. “Another one to tick of the list.” She put a neat line through ‘expanding anal-beads’ in The Doctor’s column.

By the time she turned around The Doctor had braced herself against a crystal column and was twerking her plump backside with a grin on her face. “C’mon, I want the big one Mistress!”

“You’re such a slut.” Yaz sighed, obligingly reaching under the console to one of many large wooden chests. She rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a dildo as long and thick as her forearm, beaded and ribbed from pointed tip to the plump, bulbous knot at the bottom. “When we’re done, I want you to take me somewhere tropical, I could do with a proper vacation.”

“Will you take me too?” The Doctor whined, her asscheeks clapping like a drum as she desperately twerked her colossal ass for Yaz to see. Arousal splattered the ground as she bounced and gyrated, dribbling from her well-stretched pussy like a leaky faucet. “Take me for walkies on the beach?”

Yaz rolled her eyes and pressed the head of the dildo against The Doctor’s sopping petals. “Only if you’re a good girl.”

The Doctor groaned with need and pushed herself back against Yaz, spearing herself on the thick rubber shaft. “I’m… always… a good girl… for you mistress.” She panted, tongue lolling and dribbling yet more spit onto the slick latex covering her chest.

“Hmm.” Yaz smiled, sawing the dildo in and out of The Doctor’s hole, pushing the immense hulk of a sextoy deeper into her body with each thrust.

Before long The Doctor was once again incoherent, tongue lolling and eyes crossed as she desperately smacked her fat rump against Yaz. The knot was the only thing left of the dildo not completely smeared with her arousal, the only thing that hadn’t disappeared into her greedy hole.

Yaz had been playing with The Doctor for over an hour before she’d broken out the beads, and she saw that even though her pet was desperate, she was flagging.

Thick thighs strained as the blonde bounced herself backwards, plump breasts heaved with ragged breaths, the gasps of need erupting form her lips were growing hoarse.

Yaz sighed and pressed The Doctor up against the crystal pillar by the back of the head, gripping the dildo tight and ramming it inside her pet until finally the knot vanished into her with a wet slurp and a keening howl of bliss from the broken blonde.

She gave her pet one last smack on her jiggling backside before letting her go and watching as she slid down to her knees.

“Fuck… mistress… so fucking deep… knotting puppy’s pusssssy.” The Doctor whimpered, cheek pressed to the crystal as she quivered.

Yaz smiled.

“You’re welcome, dog.”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 8

The eighth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: O Katastrofeas. AKA The Destroyer.

Landing, not in modern day Sheffield, but Ancient Greece, this Doctor was taken in by the amazons. A formidable warrior, fondly known as The Destroyer by her sisters in arms, she nevertheless preferred making love to war, and spent most of her time when not travelling or fighting, fucking her sisters or the tribe's slaves.

-o-o-o-

“Cow!?” The Doctor shrieked, watching as the mockery of a bovine version of her jiggled and splashed about on top of her version of Yaz. “Oh you bitch!”

‘The Doctor has been a warrior in many universes, often by necessity, and to varying effect. Though many refuse to fight, let alone kill, unless provided no other alternative, many others have relished in violence and bloodshed. Some Doctors are darker by nature, others are made warriors by circumstance, such as a freshly regenerated Doctor who fell not onto twenty-first century Sheffield, but into the camp of Queen Penthesilea, in the ancient times of planet Earth…’

-o-o-o-

The sound of grunting and clashing flesh was hardly strange to hear in the camps of the Amazons, the legendary warrior women were the single finest fighting force on the earth, training regularly with bow, sword and spear, or just their raw, powerfully muscled bodies. If they weren’t training, they were resting, and if they weren’t sleeping, eating or bathing, that ‘rest’ came in the form of primal, violent sex.

Fighting, fucking, each usually led to the other. The Amazons had no shame about that, why should they. Men tried to control the women around them, tell them what they could do, what they could wear, what they could say. The Amazons were free to do whatever they pleased, however they pleased, hence the near constant sound of laughter, combat and passionate lesbian lovemaking that lingered over the camp.

Xanthe roared, bare feet digging into the dusty ground as Melanippe’s huge muscle-bound form crashed against her. Her hands grappled with her fellow amazon’s wrists as the raven-haired woman tried to grab her by the throat. Melanippe was huge, but Xanthe matched her for sheer bulk, the issue was more experience. Melanippe had been raised Amazon, Xanthe had only been adopted some years prior.

Melanippe grinned, teeth bared with victory, and lashed out with her feet. Xanthe shouted out with pain as Melanippe collided with her shins, knocking her off balance. As she stumbled back, Melanippe grabbed her by the scalp and yanked her head down as she brought her knee rushing upwards.

Xanthe could feel the impact in her teeth and tasted blood, staggering backwards in a daze. She braced for the next impact, tensing her abdomen and bringing her forearms forwards to shield her face from further blows, but they never came.

She grunted, staring blearily past her wrists to see Melanippe grinning and flexing her muscles to young Aella, flirting unashamedly mid-bout.

Xanthe hissed, spitting a wad of blood from her mouth and swiping her messy blonde hair out of her face. She shifted her weight, shook herself down, and pounced. One arm wound around Melanippe’s throat, the other around her waist, and before her fellow amazon could react, Xanthe hauled her up off the ground and threw her over her head, bringing her crashing to the ground along with herself.

Melanippe’s grunt of pain and surprise made Xanthe grin, and she rolled immediately to mount her dazed opponent. With her fists around Melanippe’s wrists and her weight crushing down on her thighs, Xanthe’s victory was assured.

“Too bad, sister.” She snarled, “Maybe you shouldn’t show off during a match?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t go easy on me.” Melanippe grinned back, pressing her body upwards and rubbing against Xanthe’s chest. “Is The Destroyer getting soft?”

“You know I don’t like that nickname.” Xanthe grunted, pushing herself down on Melanippe and pinning her to the dusty ground.

“You should take pride in your ability.” Melanippe hummed, shrugging as best she could. “Athena blessed you with your sharp mind, Ares gifted you this body, but it’s your commitment that has made you the finest warrior among us.”

“I don’t enjoy battle.” Xanthe mumbled, releasing Melanippe’s wrists and wiping the blood off her nose. “Killing, maiming… I hate it.”

“But it’s necessary.” Melanippe cooed, sitting up and stroking her palms over Xanthe’s heaving breasts. “To keep us free, to keep us strong. You’re only The Destroyer to our enemies, to us, you’re our favourite protector.”

She kissed Xanthe softly before shoving her belly hard enough to send the blonde tumbling off her. “Oof,” she grunted, struggling to her feet and dusting off her palms. “That was a good move, sister. I didn’t see you coming.”

“You made me angry.” Xanthe sighed, scowling as Melanippe’s eyes wandered over her body. “I can’t feel my nose.”

“Ah, it’s not broken.” Melanippe chuckled, stroking her cheek and kissing her again. “Come, let’s go bathe. This dust itches.” She reached down and grasped Xanthe’s palm, hauling her to her feet and brushing her shoulders off. Xanthe grunted, shaking herself down, her plump pale breasts jiggling with the motion and captivating her fellow amazon.

Xanthe rolled her eyes and shoved past Melanippe, shooting a stern look to Aella, who blushed guiltily. “I, ah… the queen allowed me the afternoon.”

“So you came to watch me wrestle.” Xanthe grunted. “You should train yourself, being a child won’t stop our enemies from slaying you, or men from desiring you.”

Aella pursed her lips, “I’m stronger than the others of my age, and I’m no child, I’m nineteen!”

“So long as you keep whining and pouting, you’ll be a child to me.” Xanthe replied brusquely, wiping her nose again. “Go, stop leering at my body and practice your spearwork.”

Aella scowled and marched away, muttering under her breath. Xanthe sighed and turned back to where Melanippe was waiting, eyes flitting from her face to her bare ass. “Are you coming or not?”

“You don’t have to be so hard on her, you know.” Melanippe said as they both slipped under the water of the nearby river a few minutes later. “She’s sweet on you.”

“She’s young, naïve, being tough is the best way to harden her up.” Xanthe muttered, stroking her fingers through her hair and letting the long golden locks fall messily back down to her shoulders. “If you hadn’t been tough on me when I came to the tribe, I wouldn’t be alive now.”

“Hm, maybe I was a little harsh, but it all came from a place of love.” Melanippe shrugged, swimming closer and smiling. “And look what you’ve become, sister… the fiercest, strongest, most beautiful General in The Queen’s camp.”

Xanthe bit her lip as Melanippe’s palms slipped over her abs, the rock-hard slabs of muscle tensing under her fingers, skin tingling excitedly at the touch. She knew her old mentor was flattering her, but it was true she had a lot to be proud of, and that was best showed by her body.

When she’d been found by the amazons she’d been small, soft, weak. Thanks to Melanippe’s brutal training, and later her own determination to never let anyone hurt her new family, she’d grown into the epitome of power. Her biceps bulged as she began stroking the water through Melanippe’s greying locks, her abs rippling with each slight motion she made. Thick, powerful thighs were obscured by the water, but were easily the size of some of her own head, and could crush bones with enough force. Whatever she’d been before, now anyone who saw her knew her as OKatastrofeas, The Destroyer.

“Slave! Come! Melanippe barked, turning her head and brushing her slight breasts up against Xanthe’s heavy chest, the only part of her that was soft and squishy and pliant.

A dark-skinned girl jumped at Melanippe’s roar, and nervously scurried down the bank to the water’s edge. “Yes, General?”

“Bring oils and perfumes, do you expect us to bathe ourselves?” Melanippe growled.

The slave-girl swallowed and shook her head. “No General, I’ll prepare everything at once.”

Xanthe watched her go. The girl seemed familiar somehow, but she didn’t remember seeing her around the camp before. She shrugged and dismissed the thought as Melanippe’s lips began working their way up her neck. There were hundreds of slaves in the camp, she couldn’t remember all their faces.

By the time the girl had prepared all that was required, Melanippe was riding atop Xanthe’s fingers, close to her edge and clutching her one-time pupil’s shoulders. “Gods… is there nothing you were not blessed to excel with?”

“My singing leaves much to be desired.” Xanthe rasped, biting Melanippe’s ear as her mentor croaked and bucked against her palm. “Clearly Apollo doesn’t care for me as much as his sibling…”

“Nyah!” Melanippe whimpered, “I’d swear your fingers would put even Artemis to shame, if it weren’t blasphemy.”

“But it is, so hush.” Xanthe smiled, locking her lips over Melanippe’s and pounding her digits into the older woman’s twat. Her former mentor’s gasp of bliss came with a fresh, warm wetness as she came, her muscular body quaking and tightening as she rode her orgasm.

A final breath of relief escaped Melanippe’s lips as Xanthe released, a moment passed and she smiled, caressing her former-pupil’s neck, before shrieking as Xanthe released her and she fell into the river.

Xanthe chuckled to herself, wading out of the water as Melanippe resurfaced, spluttering obscenities and gasping for air. She noted how the slave-girl quivered as she approached and admired her warm brown curves. If she was everything hard and strong, then this waif was everything small and soft and timid.

“Your name, slave?” she hummed, plucking a towel from her hands.

“Y… Yasmin, General.”

“You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you Yasmin?” Xanthe purred, drying off her arms and chest before tossing the towel onto the dusty ground.

“I… um… if you say so, General.” Yasmin blushed, swallowing as Xanthe drew herself up to her full height and planted her titanic arms on her hips.

“Xanthe! I’ll tear you limb from limb you goat-fucking whore!” Melanippe roared.

“Not now, I’m busy.” Xanthe smiled, waving dismissively over her shoulder before placing her palm on Yasmin’s cheek and gripping her. “Are you from the south, Yasmin? Egypt, perhaps further?”

“Um, no.” Yasmin whispered, chest heaving with terror, and by the look in her eye, arousal. “East… from the Punjab.”

“I have not heard of it.” Xanthe hummed, cupping Yasmin’s chin and squeezing. “You will have to tell me, after I’ve finished with you.” She gave the girl a rough shove that sent her to her knees and grasped her by the hair.

“Xanthe! Don’t ignore me!” Melanippe barked, marching up beside her. She scowled and planted her hands on her hips, watching as Xanthe guided Yasmin’s blushing face to the golden-haired mound of her cunt. “Bah, what’s so special about this little slut?”

“Please me, and perhaps I’ll even return the favour, slave.” Xanthe smiled, pressing Yasmin against her womanhood and sighing lustfully as the girl obediently began to lick. “Good girl.”

“You are in the strangest mood today.” Melanippe grumbled, stalking around the pair as Xanthe began to groan, Yasmin’s quick pink tongue disappearing inside her petals, curling and darting with suspicious skill for such a young, and seemingly innocent, slave. She grunted and knelt down on the dirt, scowling at Yasmin as she went about her work, eyes closed in peaceful concentration.

“Why not… warm her up for me… sister?” Xanthe groaned, raking her fingers through Yasmin’s hair. “Then you may try her… lovely tongue.”

Melanippe grumbled under her breath, but still grabbed Yasmin by the rump and began to explore between her legs with one hand. Xanthe felt Yasmin’s breath hitch as Melanippe probed inside her, those big, brown eyes opening wide and staring up at her smiling face.

“Oh, we’re going to have fun with you, little Yasmin.” She growled, rolling her hips against the girl’s face and grinning as Melanippe began to fingerfuck the quivering girl into insanity. It didn’t take long for Yasmin to be moaning and sobbing for breath into her womanhood, eyes watering and mouth panting as she was mounted on Melanippe’s fist, her face still trapped against Xanthe’s cunt, lapping and slobbering with increasing mess, until the precious moments she was allowed to breathe.

“Very much fun indeed.”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 7

The seventh of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Daisy.

After falling from her Tardis in a post-regeneration haze, this Doctor was severely injured and her transformation perverted. Eventually waking up a dumb, suggestable animal with barely enough intelligence to speak, The Doctor was placed in the care of Yazmin Khan, who did her best not to be tempted by the curvaceous, moronic cow-whore...

-o-o-o-

“You bitch!” Yaz screamed, watching herself get throatfucked underneath the TARDIS console like a living fleshlight, the alternate universe dickgirl Doctor casually toying with the controls as Yaz gurgled on her prick.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish!” The Doctor snapped back, snarling angrily at the girl she’d considered her friend. “I have two thousand years of time and space to pluck my ideas from, so apologise before I make you watch something really crazy!”

“I’m not apologising to you, pervert! It’s your fault we’re stuck here, you should apologise!” Yaz shot back, throwing her jacket at the vision. The brown leather passed neatly through the illusion and smacked the Doctor in the face. “Apologise for imagining me like that!”

The blonde growled wordlessly, grey eyes shining with indignant fury, and tossed the jacket over her shoulder, immediately pressing her fingers to her temples.

“Oh no you don’t!” Yaz hissed, doing the same.

Both women stood with screwed-up faces, blushing red with rage and arousal as they tried to force their embarrassing ideas into reality.

“Grr, you little brat!” The Doctor growled. “Why did I ever take you with me?”

“Shut up you pompous cow, I can’t believe I ever wanted to travel with you!”

‘Intelligence has always been The Doctor’s most important weapon across the universes, used to defeat the most formidable forces ever created. Though there are infinite Doctor’s whose intelligences unlock the secrets of reality itself, there are an infinite number of others whose minds are duller. Whilst some are born, others are made, and the fates of these unfortunate Doctors are rarely dignified…’

“Take that!” Yaz crowed, turning to watch the show.

-o-o-o-

Junior caretaking officer Yasmin Khan’s heels clicked pleasantly as she made her way through the corridors of UNIT’s Alien Accommodation Adjunct. The sterile white walls of the United Intelligence Taskforce’s UK headquarters were very familiar to Yaz by now, so clinical and unfriendly, so she always enjoyed the change in scenery when she stepped out of the business-like halls of the main HQ into her own, more comfortable domain.

The 3A facility was a relatively new addition to UNIT’s mandate. For decades alien and non-human refugees had been coming to earth and been forced to fend for themselves, but with UNIT’s new funding, they’d finally been able to formally help. No more trap street hideaways, no more underground communities, and certainly no more black-market trafficking rings taking advantage of the most vulnerable aliens who came to Earth.

Now almost every nation that supported UNIT’s endeavours had at least one 3A facility, somewhere that refugees could live comfortably and safety, create bonds and connections, adjust to the Earth’s environments, and return to if their attempts to integrate into human society didn’t go well.

It had been almost two years since she’d been transferred out of Hallamshire Police into UNIT. Her brush with extra-terrestrial life had only exacerbated her desire for more challenging work, and her prior experience had put her on UNIT’s map. It wasn’t exactly what she’d been expecting, her duties as a caretaking officer were an awful lot like her probation, but she enjoyed making a difference, and getting to see and explore so many different cultures, even if they were occasionally a little… uncomfortable.

She sighed as she tapped her ID card up to suite Delta-1963, smiling brightly as the door swung open and the suite’s resident was revealed.

“Moo.”

The creature in the suite looked at her with big, dumb, docile eyes and smiled placidly. Compared to many in the 3A facility, she looked human, in fact if Yaz had passed her on the street, she probably wouldn’t have known ‘Daisy’ was an alien at all.

Assuming she hadn’t opened her mouth.

Daisy was, appearance wise, an attractive blonde in her mid-thirties, with big, grey eyes and a big, joyful smile and big, pendulous udders. Yaz hated thinking of Daisy’s breasts like that, but there really wasn’t much choice. Daisy’s massive tits were easily larger than her head, soft and fat, with huge dark nipples that almost constantly leaked milk. The weight of them was so much that Daisy preferred to stay on all fours, and even then had been given some special reinforcing surgery to her spine to keep her from hurting herself.

The blonde’s rump was equally humungous, meter-wide hips bearing a truly gargantuan bubble-butt so thick the poor thing couldn’t have even fit through the door to her suite, even if she had ever wanted to leave.

As usual, Daisy was only wearing her ‘special costume,’ the only clothes she ever wore, and the only ones Yaz and the other caretakers had been able to convince her to put on. A pair of sleek, cow-print stockings hugged her shapely legs from her toes to her thick, meaty thighs. A similar pair of gloves covered her finger to armpit, but everywhere in between she was nude. In her golden hair was a hairband with a set of faux cow ears and two small, soft curling horns, and nestled in between her massive asscheeks, a buttplug with a long, prehensile cow tail swished lazily about.

The outfit made Yaz feel awful, like she was degrading and mocking her charge rather than helping her, but Daisy adamantly refused to take any of her costume off, sobbing and whining whenever Yaz had to bathe her, and only ever calming down when they were put back on.

“Good morning Daisy.” Yaz said gently, carefully sealing the door back behind her and pulling her clipboard out from under her arm. “How are you this morning?”

“Feeling goooooood.” Daisy smiled. “Pretty girl always mmmmmake me feel gooooood.”

“I’m glad.” Yaz hummed, “Do you remember my name?”

“Ummmmm.” The blonde creature pouted, sitting upright on its colossal rump and wringing its hands together. “You… not called pretty girl?”

“My name is Yasmin.” Yaz smiled. “Can you say that? Yas-min?”

“Yas… mmmmmmmin.” Daisy repeated, dragging out the M as she always did, as if a lowing moo was trying to force its way out of her mouth.

“Very good.” Yaz said, gently patting Daisy’s shoulder. “And your name? Doc-tor?”

“Uh… mmmmmy name’s… Daisy.” Daisy pouted.

“Of course.” Yaz breathed sadly, looking down at the dossier on her clipboard. She didn’t know what had happened to the person on the UNIT files to turn them into a drooling, stupid cowwoman, all she knew was her attempts to help her get better had all failed miserably. She made a quick inspection of the room, heels crunching on fresh hay as she made sure that everything was as it should be.

“Mmmmmilkies?” Daisy asked, tilting her head slightly. “Mmmmy udders are soooooo full of yummy mmmmmmilk.”

“Alright, come here.”

Yaz set down her clipboard and knelt, making sure her skirt was nice and smooth before pulling two large metal buckets from the corner of the room and setting them in front of her. Daisy shuffled over quickly, immediately overshooting the buckets and shoving her face against Yaz’s in a messy kiss to her cheek.

“Daisy, no.” Yaz growled sternly. “No kisses.”

“But pretty Yasmmmin is so nice to mmmme.” Daisy lowed. “So nice to silly mmmooooooo cow Daisy.”

“It’s… not appropriate.”

“But Daisy loves her pretty Yasmmmmin.”

Yaz paused. That was new. She felt herself flush instinctively and brushed some hair behind her ear. “Don’t be silly Daisy.”

“Not being silly.” Daisy smiled, nuzzling her face close again and rubbing her nose against Yaz’s. “Love pretty Yasmmmin, so pretty, so kind to silly Daisy Cow.”

“You’re very sweet.” Yaz blushed, gently pushing her away. “But it’s not allowed, understand?”

“Not understand.” Daisy whined. “But… Daisy is gooooood. Daisy Cow does what pretty Yassie tells her.”

“Good.” Yaz smiled, relieved, before frowning as Daisy turned around and lay down in her lap.

“Milkies like this?” the cow asked meekly. “No buckets?”

“You’ll make a mess.” Yaz warned her. “I’ll have to give you a bath.”

“Daisy not mmmmind bathtime.” The blonde purred softly. “Not if Yassie takes bath with her.”

“Alright, enough talking you. Maybe you’ll settle down when you’re not so full.” Yaz sighed, rolling her eyes and letting Daisy rest her head against her shoulder.

She reached up and took gentle hold of Daisy’s udders, the flesh was soft and warm under her fingers, heavy as two full sandbags, but supple and smooth. She took hold of one of Daisy’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

Instantly a spray of thick, creamy milk poured out, splattering Daisy’s soft stomach and pooling in her bellybutton. Yaz flushed as the blonde let out a blissful moo and spread her thighs, revealing the glistening wet carpet of curls above her womanhood.

Doing her best to ignore her patient’s lustful groans and lows, Yaz began squeezing and pulling on both of Daisy’s nipples, drawing out streams of fragrant milk that poured down Daisy’s body and onto the golden straw below.

It wasn’t as if they needed the milk, Yaz thought to herself, UNIT already had samples, it was just that Daisy got upset and achy when she wasn’t regularly drained of the colossal amounts of cream she produced on a daily basis. Letting it pour down Daisy’s soft, curvy body, tracing the swell of her breasts, the smooth rise of her stomach, dribbling over her full hips and accenting every inch of beautiful pale flesh so soft and so tempting…

Yaz cleared her throat and continued milking, ignoring Daisy’s moos of arousal, and the wandering hands. She pursed her lips as one of Daisy’s gloved hands began toying with her hair, reaching up and around behind her to stroke and caress. She didn’t mind it, but the other hand beginning to lazily masturbate herself was a bit much.

“Daisy.” She said softly. “No touching yourself.”

“But Yassie makes me feel gooooood.”

“I know, but you shouldn’t touch.” Yaz sighed. “Why don’t you bring your hands up here, and try milking yourself?”

“Not feel as nice as when Yassie does it.” Daisy smiled mischievously. “Daisy likes Yassie’s hands, and her smell, and her little booooooobies.”

“Daisy stop flirting or I’ll have to leave.”

Daisy took the threat seriously, falling into an obedient silence as Yaz mutely extracted shot after shot of milk from her udders. After about half an hour of quiet squirming and moaning, and about four gallons of milk spilled, the steady flow of cream from Daisy’s nipples slowed and Yaz let out a tired sigh of relief.

“There we go… all done.” She breathed. “Better?”

“Feel all light and bouncy.” Daisy nodded, “Thank yoooooou pretty Yassie”

“You’re… oof… welcome.” Yaz grunted as Daisy hoisted herself up and sat on her. “Owh… Daisy… off!” she croaked, being gifted by the ability to breathe again as Daisy obeyed and crawled away, wiggling her hips coquettishly.

Yaz flushed as Daisy’s tail coiled invitingly, the blonde’s thighs spread wide to show off her sopping hole. It wasn’t as if Yaz wasn’t tempted, she’d always had a fetish for well-endowed women, but Daisy was so simple and so innocent, wouldn’t it feel like taking advantage of her?

She swallowed and turned away from Daisy, marching across the room to run a bath. She was testing the warmth of the water with a hand, and contemplating how to get Daisy out of her outfit, when she found herself face-first in the tub.

Spluttering and soaking wet as she surfaced, Yaz was pinned to the bottom in an instant with Daisy’s colossal body squishing down on top of her, tongue slobbering over her face. Yaz’s gasp of shock gave Daisy access to her mouth, and before she knew what was happening, the cow’s tongue was wrestling with her own.

As her hands sank into the slippery, pillowy flesh of Daisy’s udders and her thighs were spread wide by the cow’s squishy bulk, Yaz groaned and kissed Daisy back.

She was already soaking wet and Daisy tasted so good.

What was the harm in giving in?

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 6

The sixth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: The Doc.

Emerging from her regeneration, not as a small cute milf, but a buff amazon with a raging libido, this Doctor made quick work of Tzim-Sha and headed off to new adventures. Physically powerful and overwhelmingly dominant, The Doc didn't waste any time exploring her new body and urges with her companion/submissive bitch, Yaz.

-o-o-o-

“How did you do that?!” The Doctor snapped, staring at the vision as her submissive femboy self bounced happily on a fat Stenza cock. “You shouldn’t be able to guide the visions so acutely. That’s… that’s impossible.”

“What, just because you can’t?” Yaz smirked, pleased to have rattle her self-righteous friend for once. “Now come on, get us out of here or I’ll find more embarrassing versions of you.”

“Hush.” The Doctor said, already stroking her temples with her eyes squeezed shut… “There must be… ah… contact!”

‘The Doctor demands no price from their companions for the experiences they give them across almost every world in the multiverse. Yet there are variants, darker Doctors who take all their companions have and leave them hollow, and in the middle between extremes, there are variants who simply extract a single price from their so-called friends…’

-o-o-o-

“There we are, back home.” The Doctor smiled, pushing Graham and Ryan out of the TARDIS doors and waving cheerfully. “Not a scratch on you. Plus a day spent on an alien world, something to tell the grandkids. Take care!”

She slammed the doors shut on the bewildered pair’s faces and turned back to Yaz with a smouldering look in her eyes.

“Um, shouldn’t I be getting off too?” Yaz asked, swallowing as The Doctor marched towards her, shedding her long grey coat and tossing it onto the floor. “Doctor?”

“Not yet, I want a word with you first.” The Doctor hummed, coming up the steps to the main console and planting her thick, powerful arms on either side of Yaz’s head. “See, you’re good at this, Yasmin Khan. A natural, some might say.”

“Um… thanks?” Yaz blushed, cautiously ducking underneath The Doctor’s arm and sidestepping her as the blonde turned, never letting her get out of arm’s reach. “I wasn’t exactly expecting to go to outer space… but… it was amazing, really.”

“I thought you’d enjoyed yourself.” The Doctor smiled. “So I’m going to make you an offer.”

Yaz’s brows furrowed as the blonde grinned and backed her up against a crystal pillar. “Wh… what kind of offer, exactly?”

“Stay.” The Doctor said simply. “Travel with me, let me show you the universe. All of time and space, yours to enjoy at my side.”

Yaz gulped, it was one hell of an offer, but the hunger in The Doctor’s eyes was making her nervous, and she’d never been quite so acutely aware of just how powerful her strange alien friend’s muscles were. “Why do I get the feeling there’s a catch?”

“No catch.” The Doctor hummed, pursing her lips. “Just a price, one you won’t mind paying.”

Before Yaz could ask just what that price was her answer came with The Doctor’s hands as they grabbed her by the waist and yanked her forwards. She squeaked as she was pulled off balance, only to be immediately silenced as The Doctor’s mouth sealed over her own in a smouldering kiss. Yaz let out a tiny, positively meek whimper, as The Doctor took her lower lip in her teeth and tugged on it. Her hands floundered helplessly in the air before coming down on The Doctor’s stomach, pressing hard against the rippling muscle of her abs to absolutely no effect. The Doctor’s hands were firm on her waist, her breasts pushing tight against Yaz’s own bust, her tongue sliding into Yaz’s mouth as if it owned the place.

By the time The Doctor released her, Yaz was breathless and bewildered, and still caught in the Time-lord’s grasp. “Wh… what?”

“This body is brand new.” The Doctor growled huskily, planting her lips on Yaz’s throat and kissing along the smooth brown flesh of her neck. “I’m going to try it out a little, so you can consider this you repaying me for me getting you home safe and sound.”

“You teleported me into space!” Yaz protested, pulling away as much as she could with The Doctor still gripping her waist. “Dragged me through an alien desert, almost got me blown up!”

“And I got you home safe.” The Doctor agreed, tugging her flush with her own belly, one hand rising up to stroke Yaz’s blushing cheek. “So show a little gratitude, and bend over.”

“Wah!” Yaz yelped as she was suddenly spun around, tripping and landing clumsily on the console. She barely had time to register the change in scenery before The Doctor’s hips were pressing up against her rear. “Doctor!”

“Don’t play coy, I’ve seen you looking.” The blonde cooed, stroking her palms over Yaz’s hips before sliding her thumbs through the younger girl’s beltloops. “You’re curious, so am I, so let’s find out just what this new me can do together.”

“You can’t be serious!”

The sharp smack The Doctor delivered to her ass quickly informed her otherwise, as did her friend yanking down her jeans before she’d even had time to complain.

“Gods you look tight.” The Doctor rasped in her ear, leaning down over her back and stroking a hand up over her side. “As round and soft as a peach, and I bet just as delicious too.”

“Ahn! Doctor!” Yas gasped as the blonde’s hand groped her breast. “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“You could.” The Doctor hummed, grinding her hips against Yaz’s ass, the throbbing bulge in her baggy blue pants pulsing as it nuzzled Yaz’s cheeks. “You could scream, run away, I wouldn’t follow you. Once you were outside I’d take off and you’d never so much as hear of me again… but then you would never know how it would feel… to have my fat cock driving into this sopping wet pussy.”

Yaz moaned as The Doctor’s free hand massaged her cunt through her panties, the simply black cotton already damp and sticky with arousal.

“So what’ll it be, Khan?” The Doctor asked, “Do you pull down your panties and beg for my cock, or do you run away?”

Yaz gulped, cheeks burning, and obediently tugged her underwear down.

Another harsh spank to her quivering brown butt was her reward. “Good whore.”

Yaz squeezed her eyes shut and spread her legs, steadying herself against the crystal console as the sound of fabric rustling announced The Doctor undressing herself. “Just… do it already.” She mumbled, before gasping as the searing-hot pole of The Doctor’s cock slid between her thighs, brushing the wet folds of her womanhood.

“Oh!”

“That’s right.” The Doctor hummed, taking her by the hip. “Oh!”

Yaz gasp as The Doctor slid herself inside her was breathless by comparison, but the whine as her friend hilted herself to the root was anything but.

“Holy fffffuck!”

“That’s what I like to hear.” The Doctor groaned, still pushing herself forwards even though her entire shaft was snug in Yaz’s wet embrace. “Gods you’re sssso… soft.”

“D… Doctor, be gentle.” Yaz pleaded, legs already shaking as The Doctor’s fingers sank into the pliant brown flesh of her rump.

“Not a chance!” the blonde grinned, suddenly beginning to thrust like a wild animal, her hips practically a blur as she pounded into Yaz’s pussy. “Fuck, that’s the stuff!”

Yaz howled with arousal and fell forwards against the instruments, hands clinging to the crystal tower at the centre of the console for support as The Doctor jackhammered into her. She wasn’t a virgin, Danny Biswas had seen to that way back in Year 10, but she’d never experienced anything like what The Doctor was doing to her.

“Oh shiiiiit.” She squealed, mouth open in a breathless pant as her ass jiggled and bounced from every slamming impact. “Doctorrrrr.”

“You like that hm?” The Doctor landed another spank on her ass, drawing a fresh squeak from Yaz’s lips. “You ready to stop pretending like this ass wasn’t made to be fucked?”

“You’re… too… big!”

The Doctor just laughed, grabbing Yaz by the hair and yanking her upright. The younger girl whimpered as The Doctor trapped her in a chokehold, one strong arm around her throat, the other between her thighs rubbing at her stuffed pussy.

“You love it.”

“I love it.” Yaz nodded deliriously. “I love your big cock Doctor.”

“Good slut… good whore.” The Doctor growled, burying her face against Yaz’s shoulder and pounding into her even faster.

Before long Yaz’s tight brown butt had been beaten red by The Doctor’s hips, her hair was a sweaty mess, and her tongue was lolling from her lips. The Doctor had barely slowed down at all, her arm still locked like a vice around Yaz’s throat, her free hand alternating between teasing the poor fuck-drunk girl’s clit and feeding Yaz her own nectar.

“Gods you’re so… fucking… wet.” The blonde groaned as Yaz sucked on her fingers. “Are you trying to flood the TARDIS or something?”

“Mlah.” Yaz replied, tongue swirling around The Doctor’s index finger and thoroughly slurping up all of her own arousal that had coated it.

“Bend over you fucking whore.” The Doctor grunted, gripping Yaz by the scalp and pushing her head down against the console again. “I wanna… good view… of this fat ass.”

Yaz could only think of one thing as the felt The Doctor’s pace begin to slow and her cock begin to throb inside her: ‘My mom is gonna kill me if I get knocked up by an alien at 19.’

“Not… inside!” she squeaked, hauling herself forwards as The Doctor pulled back. She whimpered as the blonde’s cock popped free of her gushing cunt, only to feel the splatter of hot, salty sperm over her flesh mere seconds later. “Oh fuck.”

“Fucking… fuck!” The Doctor moaned in agreement, frantically stroking herself off as she shot rope after rope of cum over Yaz’s plump brown behind. The shots of seed finally ended, one final, half-hearted spurt covering The Doctor’s hand as she staggered back, gasping for breath.

Yaz’s ass was painted white, ropes of spunk criss-crossing her warm flesh and beginning to ooze together even as The Doctor watched. She swallowed, slicked back her blonde hair, and smacked her sticky palm against Yaz’s ass with a satisfying ‘thwack.’

“Fuck.” Yaz whined in complaint, stuck in place bent over the console, her thighs quivering and ass dripping sperm.

“That’s the… price of… travelling with me.” The Doctor grunted. “Now… I’m gonna… go and grab some real clothes and cut this ridiculous hair… if you aren’t gone by the time I get back, I’m taking you with me, and you better believe I’m putting your ass to good use if that happens.

Yaz moaned as she heard The Doctor leave, boots tapping on the metal floors before the hiss of a door sounded her exit. This was not what she had expected her weekend to be like when she’d asked for more challenging work from her supervisor.

With a whimper, she straightened up and tried to mop up The Doctor’s seed with her ruined jacket before collapsing in an exhausted, well-fucked heap.

-o-o-o-

“So, where’d you think we should go next?” The Doc hummed, thumbing through an alien novella as Yaz wetly throated her prick. “Past, present, future?”

“Guh.” Yaz managed, pulling free of her lover’s dick with a wet gurgle and licking her lips. “Past sounds fun.”

“Hm, guess I could stand to take a tour of the 70s.” The Doctor hummed, stroking Yaz’s braided hair before pushing her back down onto her cock. “Who says punk is dead when you’ve gotta time machine, huh?”

Yaz mumbled disinterestedly, sliding her lips down her lover/designated driver/domme’s cock until her nose was touching the soft blonde curls at her crotch. Sure, maybe whoring herself out for a tour of the universe wasn’t exactly what she’d planned to do with her life, but with how amazing the things The Doctor showed her were, and how fantastically well she fucked her, Yaz didn’t mind all that much.

She hummed and slobbered over The Doctor’s pole, thoughtfully contemplating just what else she’d like to see in between gorging herself on Time-lord sperm.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 5

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

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

-o-o-o-

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

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

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

“What are you doing?”

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

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

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

“Ha!”

-o-o-o-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please…” her pet croaked. “Mercy.”

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

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

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

“Please… you’re hurting me.”

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

“Stop it!” The Doctor whined.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wh… what?”

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

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

“Ahn… I don’t… fuck!”

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

Slap. “Augh!”

“Tell meee.”

Smack. “Eeeik!”

“Tell me!”

Smack. “Ahhhh!”

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

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

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

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

Blegh.

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

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

-o-o-o-

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

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

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

And Dani was a very good, obedient, girl.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 4

The fourth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Madame Dee.

Older, wiser, but certainly no less fun-loving, this Doctor left the hero game after losing her Tardis and decided to enjoy this regeneration rather than go out looking for trouble. Spending decades on earth enjoying herself before settling down in Sheffield for a quiet retirement, she became the owner and madame of a 'perfectly legitimate' burlesque house. Offering sanctuary to alien refugees, as well as 'entertainment' for those who came through her doors, eventually led to her being investigated by the Sheffield Police, notably one PC Yasmin Khan. Madame Dee instantly took a liking to the young officer, and offered her a special arrangement, in exchange for a little discretion about her less than legal operations.

-o-o-o-

“Oh God!” Yaz yelped as she watched the teenaged Doctor guide her own teenaged self’s ass back onto a new cock sticking into their gloryhole. “This… this is perverse!”

“It’s fascinating to think how much a regeneration can alter someone’s personality.” The Doctor mused beside her, before starting and blushing. “Er, yeah… yeah perverse.”

“Doctor please, there must be some way out of here.” Yaz pleaded, “You always have a plan.”

“I do have a plan.” The Doctor pouted, “You just don’t like it.”

Yaz scowled and turned back to her, seeing the blonde nibble on a finger as both of their petite variants began bouncing their tight little asses on the cocks sticking through the walls, holding hands and kissing one another sweetly as they did. “Stop it!” she snapped, giving The Doctor a rough shove.

“Hey! What was that for?”

“Stop being a pervert!”

“Stop being such a baby!” The Doctor shot back. “It’s just sex, you humans are so squeamish about the strangest things! If you don’t like it, let me put you into a trance, but this is a very fascinating opportunity to learn more about the regeneration process and I’m going to make the most of it!”

“I’m not a baby, you’re just behaving like… like a slut!” Yaz hissed. “That’s us! That’s me! I don’t want you creeping on me having sex!”

“She’s not you, none of them are, they just look like you.” The Doctor reminded her sternly. “If that upsets you then you need to get some perspective. There’s an infinite number of alternate Yasmin Khans that do far worse than enjoy a little kinky sex. Versions that are rapists, murderers, cannibals, just be thankful we’re not stuck watching you eat babies for fun!”

“Stop it!”

“No, you’re being childish and taking out your frustration on me.” The Doctor said firmly. “I’m not going to let you throw a tantrum.”

‘When The Doctor retired from her heroic life, she found many ways to occupy her time. Decades and centuries of enjoying herself led to many discoveries about herself, and when she finally settled down, she employed all she’d learned to forge a new life for herself, and those who needed her.’

“Oh for god’s sake.” Yaz groaned.

-o-o-o-

“Alright Yaz.” PC Yasmin Khan muttered to herself as she walked up the stone path to the large, ornate house looming above her. “Nothing to be afraid of, it’s an open and shut case… nail this and no one will treat you like a kid anymore. It’ll be the big leagues for sure.”

She took a deep breath and straightened her cap before pressing the buzzer on the dark red door.

There was no reply for a few moments, before shuffling footsteps became audible and the door swung open. A tall, blue-skinned woman with three breasts stuffed loosely into a low-cut bodice and a coiling tail sticking out of her skirts appeared, looking her up and down with curiosity.

Yaz blinked, stunned, and shook her head as she took in the woman standing in the doorway again. She wasn’t blue, she didn’t have three tits, and she didn’t have a tail, she was just a pretty, slender Indian woman with an expectant look on her face.

Yaz cleared her throat. “Ahem, Officer Khan, Hallamshire Police, I’d like to speak to the owner please.”

“Police?” the woman said softly, “Madame is in trouble?”

“Just get her please miss.” Yaz sighed.

“Oh, alright… why do you not come inside and wait in warm?” the woman sighed, opening the door wider and waving her inside. “I fetch Madame, she come and speak you about what you need.”

“Thank you.” Yaz said slowly, watching as the Indian woman wandered off through a bead curtain to where music was throbbing. She took a calming breath and made sure her cap was in place again, glancing up and down the walls. There were photos and portraits of all the girls who worked at the club, and almost all of them looked foreign.

Le Mari Jaloux was an exclusive burlesque club that had been operating in the city for decades, it had a reputation for being classy and expensive, but also providing things far seedier and far less legal than it advertised. The Police had been looking into it for drug-dealing, sex-work, even human-trafficking, for years now, but it was Yaz who had finally gotten the tip they needed to formally investigate. A strange half-naked middle eastern woman had been seen wandering about the city speaking a language no one could understand, and when she’d been met by the police it had been found she had no documentation at all. She’d escaped from police custody, but Yaz had gotten word she’d been seen returning to Le Mari Jaloux, and so she had come to confirm it.

If the Madame of this place was involved with smuggling illegal immigrants into the UK for sex-work, let alone all the other things she was suspected of, then the case would make Yaz’s career.

“Well hello there officer.” A soft, smooth voice cooed, knocking her out of her thoughts. She turned to see an older woman in a flowing red dress smiling at her. She was in her late fifties, or maybe early sixties, but was stunningly beautiful. Her curves were full and firm, her face was gently lined, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievously youthful light. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Yaz swallowed, tearing her eyes away from the Madame’s heavy bust to her smiling face. “Officer Khan, Hallamshire Police, have you seen this woman before?” She held out an image of the runaway.

“Of course, Syllysanasitirix is one of my employees.” The Madame smiled cheerfully. “Why do you ask?”

Yaz blinked at the bizarre name before shaking her head. “She was being detained for a count of indecent exposure when she fled police custody. We had already searched our databases for her identity, but she has no documentation whatsoever. If you know her whereabouts I must ask you to tell me so that she can be placed under arrest, and if you are unable to provide any evidence of a work visa or proof of citizenship I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to come with me to the station.”

The madame’s smile didn’t falter. “Oh there’s no need for that. come along, Syl’s just having her dinner with the other girls. You can speak to her yourself.”

Yaz pursed her lips as the Madame sashayed away, huge rear wiggling in her dress almost hypnotically, and followed her deeper into the club. She blushed uncomfortably as they walked around the edge of the main stage area, where a beautiful blonde woman was dancing in nothing but her underwear to a throbbing, crooning music Yaz couldn’t quite focus on no matter how she tried.

“I trust you have a proper licence to be operating this establishment ma’am?”

“Oh of course.” The Madame laughed. “And please, no ‘ma’am.’ Call me Dee.”

“I’ll need to see those licenses ma’am.” Yaz said firmly.

They descended a small spiral staircase and came into a large lounge where a dozen women were lounging about in various states of undress. Yaz flushed darkly as she saw the Indian woman who had greeted her snuggling with a plump ginger girl on a plush loveseat.

“Syl, would you come here a moment?” the Madame called, waving to the woman on Yaz’s photo. “This nice lady would like to ask you some questions.”

“Have done something wrong?” the woman asked, padding across the room on bare feet until she was almost nose-to-nose with the Madame. “Trouble for you?”

“No dear, nothing like that.” The Madame purred, turning her to face Yaz. “Now, you had some questions?”

“Miss are you aware that running from police custody is a crime?” Yaz scowled, determined not to get distracted by Syl, or any of the other women’s, lack of clothes.

“What’s a police?” Syl frowned, turning to the Madame.

“Law enforcement,” Dee hummed, “The people who put you in that car, whom you ran away from?”

“Oh,” Syl frowned. “I not know that. Just strange people put me in transport and throw blankets on me. Very scary. Very confusing.”

“You were walking down West Street topless miss.” Yaz frowned. “That’s indecent exposure.”

“If I may miss Khan?” the Madame interrupted.

“Officer Khan.”

“Officer.” The Madame smiled. “I think what we have here is just an innocent cultural misunderstanding. Hardly something to get worked up about.”

“Oh, and where exactly are you from, miss?” Yaz asked, keeping her eye on Syl.

“Varraxinikal IV.”

Yaz blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Officer, perhaps this might make the situation a little clearer.” The Madame sighed, producing an odd metal tube from her cleavage and pressing it. A crystal on the tip lit up orange and there was an odd buzzing, and suddenly Yaz was not standing opposite a confused middle-eastern woman, but a confused snake, with fat nippleless breasts and wide yellow eyes.

She shrieked and darted backwards, tripping over something behind her and falling to the floor. Before she could get back up, a lion and the blue-skinned woman she’d seen before were huddled above her, looking down in concern.

“Here you go cub, up we get.” The liongirl purred, hoisting her up to her feet and patting her shoulders.

“What is going on!?”

“Officer Khan, my name is The Doctor.” The Madame smiled gently. “I am an alien, and so are my employees. This place is a sanctuary for interstellar refugees of all species, hence why they are not on any of your records. I know this must be very confusing, but all you’ll need to do when you get back to your station is contact UNIT and they’ll clear all this up for you, alright?”

“I… I…” Yaz stammered as she felt the Snake-woman slither behind her and gently rest her palms on her shoulders, her tail coiling around Yaz’s ankle. “Oh God…”

-o-o-o-

“Miss khan, we do need to close up at some point tonight.” Madame Dee sighed, shaking her head at the sordid scene in her lounge as she returned from sending her customers home upstairs.

PC Yasmin Khan was naked and sweat-licked, straddling the face of Trrishna, the Lion-like dancing girl, who was greedily lapping at her slit. Syl was making out with the young officer, her forked tongue dancing over Yaz’s as the girl trembled and shook, her arms pinned at her sides by Syl’s coiling body. Yaz was blindfolded by her own tie, and stared blindly towards where The Doctor’s voice had come from.

“H… how long have I… ahn… been here?”

“Three hours.” Madame Dee chuckled, gently stroking Yaz’s cheek and bringing her heaving breast close to Yaz’s lips. “Open wide.”

In an instant Yaz was suckling and squeezing at the Madame’s tit like a starving newborn, quivering with bliss as Syl’s lips began toying with her ear, and Trrishna buried her tongue deep inside her pussy once again.

“Good girl… there we go.” Madame Dee crooned as Yaz buried her face in soft, pale titmeat. “Such a sweet little thing, aren’t you?”

“Pretty thing.” Syl hissed in agreement.

“Tasty too.” Avarrix, the blue-skinned, three-breasts woman who had welcomed Yaz added, pressing her udders up against Yaz’s free cheek. “Scent is… delectable.”

“Mlah… more… more mommy.” Yaz pleaded. “More please mommy.”

Madame Dee chuckled. “How can I say no to this adorable little face?” she sighed and pulled away from Yaz, who mewed in disappointment as the huge soft tits she’d been worshipping were taken away from her. “Ladies, why don’t we retire to my bedroom and enjoy our new friend there. Ava, would you be a dear and lock up?”

“Yes, madame.” Avarrix bowed, hurrying away towards the stairs.

Madame Dee smiled and helped Syl lift Yaz’s bound and helpless body upwards, the snake-woman bearing her towards the bedroom snug in her tight coils.

“What a nice young girl.”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 3

The third of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dot.

Crashing to earth years before she was destined to, and in a far more youthful form, the Thirteenth Doctor decides that with her younger selves already patrolling the earth for alien menaces, she can take advantage of her new teenage body for some new experiences. Enrolling herself at Yasmin Khan's school, she soon becomes her best friend and regular bad influence. As The Doctor's teenage hormones make an unholy alliance with her curiosity about sex in a female body, she drags Yasmin to a local nightclub that just happens to have a popular side-feature where she and Yaz can get their kicks.

-o-o-o-

“Can’t you shut it off!?” Yaz squeaked, watching as her alternate-universe self motorboated her face between the bimbo Doctor’s plastic asscheeks.

The Doctor was very red when Yaz turned to look at her, mouth open in shock, and if Yaz hadn’t known better, arousal. She cleared her throat awkwardly and turned her back to the vision. “Um, n… no, no I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because the crystals aren’t technology, this is all just nature, there’s nothing to hack.” The Doctor mumbled, “Even if I could emit a signal to disrupt the crystal vibrations, it would almost certainly wreck the pad and leave us stuck in here for good.”

“So we do nothing?”

“Once the visions have faded the disruption to the transmat pad will stop and we can leave.” The Doctor sighed, rubbing her jaw. “It’s going to be uncomfortable, but I don’t think we have a choice.”

She turned back around, covering her mouth with a hand as the vision continued to speed ahead.

“You’re going to watch!?” Yaz gasped.

“What else is there to do?” The Doctor shrugged defensively, “Besides, it’s not really me and you, just some alternate universe copies. Think of them as completely different people and do your best not to let your mind wander. If we’re lucky our minds will be able to move away from the subject and lead the visions to somewhere less… lewd.”

Yaz glanced at the vision and squeaked in disgust and indignance, as she saw the images had now zoomed forwards in time and the version of her she’d seen was now an almost identical plastic bimbo slut as The Doctor. Her bleach-blond hair was being grasped in the hand of a particularly ugly man who was desperately ramming his pudgy hips forwards against her inflated bubblebutt, and all the while The Doctor was slurping and lapping at the silicon spheres grafted onto her chest.

“I can’t believe this… this is disgusting!” she snapped. “I’d never do that, I’ve never even…” she cut herself off, going even redder and turning away from the Doctor.

“I’m sorry… I know this is so uncomfortable for you, if you like I could put you into a hypnotic trance? You wouldn’t be conscious for all this, even if your subconscious would keep feeding the vision.” The Doctor offered. “Being uncomfortable with sex is nothing to be embarrassed about, you’re still young, even for a human.”

“I’m not a kid.” Yaz growled. “I just… haven’t found someone I trust enough or like enough for this sort of thing.”

“I understand, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.” The Doctor smiled supportively. “I didn’t mean to belittle you either, it’s just human ages can feel a little silly when you pass 2000.”

Yaz opened her mouth to reply before grunting as the feeling of incoming information bloomed in her head.

‘Time, as well as space, can alter reality. The Doctor’s fall to earth led her to the moment of battle and camaraderie. But in another universe, The Doctor instead fell to earth years before this event, in a form far more youthful than her previous regeneration…’

-o-o-o-

“C’mon Yasmin, this is gonna be so much fun!” Dot giggled, tugging Yasmin across the street towards a nondescript alleyway sandwiched between a nightclub and an abandoned shoe shop. “Stop being such a wimp.”

“I’m not a wimp.” Yasmin complained. “But this is so gross!”

Dot rolled her eyes and stepped up to a simple green door on the outer wall of the nightclub. “Think of it as practice.” She said, punching in a six-digit code on a little keypad. There was a loud click and the door swung open, letting the thumping music of the club spill out into the winter night. “Don’t you think knowing what you’re in for when you finally work up the courage to ask out Sanjay is a good idea?”

“Sanjay’s nice, he wouldn’t want…” Yasmin blushed.

“Wouldn’t want sex on the first date? Probably not.” Dot agreed, “But at some point you’re gonna end up with him between your legs and you’re not even going to know what to expect.”

“S… so I should come here? To a club? And… and bonk some random stranger?” Yasmin huffed, “Dot you’re such a slut!”

“Did you seriously just say ‘bonk?’” Dot grinned. “You’re so cute!”

“I’m not!” Yasmin protested, “N… Now come on, it’s cold, let’s go home.”

“Nah.” Dot giggled, stepping through the door and disappearing down the corridor.

Yasmin bit her lip, shivering in the snow as she looked from the street beyond the alley, to the inviting doorway her friend had just walked through. “Oh man… I’m so gonna regret this.” She mumbled, before hurrying into the warmth of the club’s secret entrance.

Dot had always been a bad influence, ever since she’d just appeared at school one day and started causing trouble. It wasn’t that she struggled at school, more that she had absolutely no time for most authority and took the slightest provocation to start causing trouble. She was a genius, so much so that she regularly was accused by cheating by teachers in her tests and had made one have a nervous breakdown after calmly explaining why everything he’d taught them on the syllabus was completely wrong.

Yasmin had been a good girl, straight As, no detentions, very friendly and played well with others, but then Dot had come along and awakened Yasmin’s wild side. Whether it was sneaking out of school to go see movies, or pranking teachers that were giving their friends a hard time, or even once getting her hands on a test paper and telling Yasmin all the right answers days in advance, Dot’s bad behaviour had always managed to suck Yasmin in for the ride.

So here she was, in a club of all places. Her mother would freak out if she ever found out she’d been in a place like this. Yasmin’s 18thbirthday had been two months ago, but her mom still treated her like a baby at home.

“Dot?” she called out. “Hey Dot? Where are you?”

Dot’s grinning blonde face appeared from around a nearby doorway. “C’mon slowpoke, what are you waiting for?”

“This is such a bad idea… I can’t dance! I’ll look like an idiot.” Yasmin whined, hurrying towards her friend with her heavy coat tugged tight around her.

Dot flashed a grin that was evil even by her usual mischievous standards. “Who said anything about dancing… I’m already getting started.” She disappeared back through the door with a giggle, leaving Yasmin even more confused than she was before.

“Dot?” she called, slowly approaching the doorway. “What do you mean? Why did we come to a club if we’re not dancing?”

Dot didn’t reply.

“Y… you’re not doing drugs are you?” Yasmin asked, poking her head around the doorway cautiously. “Cos… I’m not ok with… th… that.”

She trailed off, eyes widening as she watched Dot slathering a thick, heavy cock with her tongue as it stuck through a hole in the wall. Dot was on her knees, heavy coat thrown off to reveal she was only wearing a tiny crop-top underneath that was so thin Yasmin could see her nipples poking through. The walls of the little room were covered entirely with lewd graffiti, and there were no less than a dozen holes cut into them. It couldn’t have been larger than a toilet stall, with Dot’s petite backside almost brushing up against the opposite wall as she stood and placed a sweet kiss on her cock’s head.

“C’mon Yasmin, don’t be shy.” She crooned, stroking her dainty hands over the spit-shined pole lovingly. “Come say hi.”

“Is… is that real?” Yasmin whispered, stepping into the booth in a trance.

“Hell yeah.” Dot purred, giving it a lick before wrapping her lips around its side and sucking. “Go ahead, give it a touch if you don’t believe me.”

Yasmin swallowed and reached out, poking the massive pillar of manmeat with her finger and squeaking as it jerked. “Oh god! Oh eeew!”

“Don’t be a prude.” Dot hummed, suckling on the cock as if it were a lollipop.

“Dot this is so gross!” Yasmin whimpered, wringing her hands as Dot began to sink the cock deep into her mouth, leaving smears of glossy pink lipstick over its shiny tan flesh.

“Come on.” Dot cooed, taking her by the hand and tugging her close. “Just take a look…”

Yasmin bit her lip and trembled as Dot placed her hand on the throbbing cock. “It’s… so big.”

“I know right.” Dot sighed. “Score.”

“Wh… what are you doing?”

Dot pulled her face clear of the dick with a wet pop and licked her lips.

“I’m sucking him off, come give it a try.”

Yasmin’s blush got even darker and she timidly shook her head. “W… what does it taste like?”

Dot didn’t reply, simply moving aside and holding up the slick shaft of cockmeat for Yasmin to see. The virgin Pakistani girl swallowed deeply, sank to her knees, and before she could chicken out, pressed her lips against the pole’s side.

“It’s… salty.” She mumbled, refusing to meet Dot’s eye. She opened her mouth and gave the cock another kiss, her tongue meeting the hot, hard flesh and stroking along its length. “It’s not so bad.”

“See, have I ever let you down?” Dot breathed into her ear, gently stroking Yasmin’s black hair behind her ears and taking hold of her scalp. “Now open up wide, there’s a good girl.”

Yasmin obeyed with a quiet ‘Mah,’ before gurgling as Dot shoved her face forwards onto the cock. It was so big Yasmin could feel her lips stretch, feel her tonsils get pushed up against, feel her gullet ache and twinge as it was forced to spread wider and wider until.

“Glughsb.” Yasmin managed, going limp in Dot’s grip as her forehead met the wall and her progress down the cock’s shaft ended. Spit bubbled up around her dark lips and she weakly tried to grab her distended throat, only for Dot to tenderly take her hand and squeeze.

“Man, you were born to suck dick.” She vaguely heard Dot’s voice say into her ear, before trembling once again as her friend’s grip tightened and tugged her back.

Yasmin’s gasp for air as she finally cleared their lover’s cock was loud and sloppy, with spit smearing her lips and lolling tongue as she panted. “Ahn… Dot…”

“Feels good huh?” Dot giggled, “But we gotta share for now, until some more boys come to play.” She straightened up and began bobbing her head eagerly, cheeks sucking concave as she swirled her tongue around the pole of meat.

Yasmin gulped and shuffled closer, pressing her lips to the underside of the man’s shaft and setting to work. In an instant both young girls were slathering and slobbering all over the stranger’s manhood, one pair of pretty pale lips stretched around his head, another wet brown mouth licking and slurping at whatever skin didn’t disappear into her best friend’s maw.

Yasmin had never felt the heat between her legs before, not to this intensity. She could almost feel the heat radiating from her sticky virgin mound through her pants as a hand instinctively ventured down to caress her needy womanhood. Dot’s arm was around her, their hips rubbing up against one another as they jockeyed for room on their anonymous lover’s cock to worship with their mouths.

She’d never felt any of this before, this lust, this greed… she wanted to do things she didn’t even know the names of, wanted to feel things she’d never even imagined.

Yasmin’s crazed thoughts were cut off as steaming-hot sperm splattered over her and Dot’s face, oozing over their features as both girls panted for breath.

“See, I told you this would be… mhff!” Dot began, before Yasmin pounced and began sharing her salty bounty with her best friend in a feral, filthy kiss.

Samara's Bliss

Broken and bimbofied, Samara finds a joy she'd never felt before as one of Afterlife's most popular prostitutes. As much as having her holes stuffed full of alien dick delights her, nothing can quite match the thrill of shaking her plastic ass on a stripper pole.

This piece was done by the marvellous BecSantus as a part of the Slaves of Omega series!
It is posted with permission.

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 2

The second of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dolly.

The bimbofied star of an underground explicit movie ring, Dolly was created by an event in the past. When Yasmin Khan ran away from home, she never came back, and so when confronting Tzim-Sha, all of the Doctor's friends were killed without her help. Left amnesiac and comotose after the attack, The Doctor was found by a gang of lowlifes, who sold her off to a local human trafficking ring. Bounced from country to country and cock to cock, when the Doctor arrived in LA she was a barely recognisable ruin of a woman, but her pretty face made her useful, and so local crimelord Anya Azine had her surgically perfected into a mindless doll to star in her films. Years later, Yaz's bad decisions and unfortunate luck find her in LA and desperate for cash, leading to a first-meeting between the two time-travellers that goes very differently, to say the least...

-o-o-o-

“D… Doctor?” Yaz asked, clearing her throat and leaning to the side to peer at her friend. “What was that?”

“A psychic vision.” The Doctor mumbled, already hard at work scanning the cave with her sonic. “Just one that was a little… awkward.”

“Was it real?”

“It was us from another universe, yes.” The Doctor mumbled, “Ah, right, that makes sense.”

“What makes sense?” Yaz asked, standing up and moving around the vision.

“I told you that the crystals picked up on subconscious thoughts, using them as an anchor to show visions of universes tied to the people observing them.” The blonde said slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. “So that… vision, was… well it was my fault.”

“Your… you wanted to see us have sex?”

“No, not with you!” The Doctor gasped, “Wait, that didn’t come out right, argh!”

Yaz scowled and folded her arms over her chest, her embarrassment being overridden by outrage and indignance that The Doctor had sought out a vision of something so personal. “Explain, right now.”

“Look, I’ve never been a woman before.” The Doctor whined. “It’s been a while since I was… intimate, and this body is brand new. I’ve been curious about how sex will feel now I’m like this, and it seems like the crystals detected those thoughts and extrapolated them with whatever you have been thinking about to find a universe where you and I… are lovers.”

“Whatever I’ve been thinking about?” Yaz frowned.

“It may be so subtle you don’t even know you’ve thought it.” The Doctor said gently. “Maybe just a passing curiosity… maybe you just wanted us to be closer friends and it got tangled up with my… well, you know.”

“I was thinking I wish you’d open up more.” Yaz admitted. “You keep so many secrets.”

“See? That’ll be what it is. Your desire to know me better mixed with my desire to explore my sexuality makes an anchor point for a universe where we’re together.” The Doctor sighed heavily. “I’m so sorry, let’s get out of here and forget the whole thing.” She turned the Sonic on the pad and buzzed it.

Nothing happened.

“Doctor?”

“The crystals, the resonation from our vision is causing them to vibrate at an odd frequency.” The Doctor scowled. “It’s blocking the transmat pad from locking on and the safety settings won’t let us leave without a certain receiver point.”

“You’re saying we’re trapped?” Yaz groaned. “For how long?”

“The Mt Revelation visions usually last a few hours before the crystals fracture.”

“What do we do then?”

A girlish giggle interrupted the bickering pair of time travellers and both went pale, turning back towards where the vision had taken on a new image.

‘A world where Yasmin Khan left her family, left her city, left her country. Without her the Alien Tzim-Sha slaughtered his target and defeated those who opposed him. Ryan Sinclair, Graham O’Brien, Grace O’Brien, all were killed, and The Doctor who had prevailed against gods and armies, was left amnesiac and helpless for the vultures of humanity to find…and exploit.’

-o-o-o-

“Please Ms Azine, I need the money.” Yaz pleaded, wringing her hands as she stood in front of a tall, bald black woman. “I’m already working 9 to 5 and taking extra work where I can… it’s not enough.”

“And that’s my problem because?” Anya Azine sighed. “Listen kid, you’re lucky to be getting anything at all. I don’t need a PA, I keep you around for the convenience, so you’d best suck it up and stop whining before I fire your ass.”

“But…”

“Unless you want to get in front of the cameras, you don’t get a cent more outta me.” Azine snapped. “I don’t care about some runaway kid’s sob story. You do as you’re told, or you’re done.”

“Please… if I don’t get enough together for rent I’ll be put out onto the street.” Yaz sniffed, tears welling in her eyes. “I’ll work for it, whatever you need, even… even go on camera.”

Amine’s eyes sparkled cruelly, and she finally smiled. “Is that so?”

Yaz trembled. Azine had the power to keep her off the streets, and Yaz couldn’t live like that again. After she’d ran away from home as a kid, she’d done everything from stealing to smuggling just to stay sheltered and fed. Her journey had taken her far away from Sheffield, away from the UK to the states. She’d been in LA for about a month now, struggling to find any work, no matter how sleazy, and that had led her here.

Anya Azine ran a ring of strip clubs across California, and Yaz had managed to get a gig as a waitress at her primary club in the city. One too many outbursts at being groped or belittled had put her on the very precipice of firing, so she’d begged and pleaded and eventually been made Azine’s personal assistant. It was a demeaning job and it only paid whatever Azine was willing to toss her way, which had led to where she was now, crossing the one line she’d promised herself she wouldn’t just to keep herself off the streets.

“Anything, I just… I can’t go back on the streets again, I can’t.” Yaz gulped.

“Alright, consider yourself hired.” Azine purred, lacing her fingers with a predatory grin on her face. “My little Arab starlet… oh you’ll sell.”

“I’m… I’m Pakistani.” Yaz mumbled.

“Don’t give a shit.” Azine shrugged. “We’re about to film a scene in an hour or so, go downstairs to the set and tell my director you’re our new co-star. She’ll get you dolled up.”

“And… then?”

“And then you walk that big brown butt onto set and follow my star’s lead.” Azine growled. “You don’t make a fuss, you put on a good show, and maybe I’ll pay you enough to make rent, and feed yourself this week.”

“O… okay.”

-o-o-o-

Yaz shivered as she stepped onto the set, a tiny run-down room as bare as she was. She’d been stripped nude and made up like the whore she now was, wearing nothing but a skimpy blue bikini. She couldn’t see the cameras, but the lighting rig overhead made it quite clear that she was being watched.

“Um… is this it?” she asked.

“Yup, just stand there and do what comes naturally. Our viewers like to see newbies get broken in so don’t sweat about getting lost.” The director chuckled through the intercom.

“And… and my co-star?”

“Like, I’m the only star here, sweetie.” A high-pitched nasal voice said as a living blow-up doll sashayed through the door. “So you’d, like, better not try and upstage me.”

“And we’re rolling.” The Director said, and suddenly the lights came on, blinding Yaz who covered her eyes, squinting in stunned disbelief at the woman who’d just walked through the door.

She was a cartoon, barely human, with basketball breasts and meter-wide hips, and an ass too round and perky to be real. Her hair was a dazzling platinum blonde, her lips, nails and the bikini valiantly clinging to her titanic tits, were hot pink. Her face would have been beautiful by any metric just by itself, but it too had been blown up into a mockery of what a woman should be, with bee-stung lips and long fake lashes that fluttered seductively over glassy grey eyes.

“Like, I’m Dolly.” The bimbo doll simpered. “Dolly Desire, and you’re, like, such a cutie.”

“Oh… oh my god.” Yaz croaked as Dolly advanced on her, pressing up against her front and giggling. The blonde’s tits were hard as stone and barely let the poor woman get more than a foot towards Yaz before blocking her path.

“I loooove cute little brown bunnies!” Dolly giggled. “Oh Gawd, black pussy tastes, like, sooo fuckin’ yummy.”

“I’m… I’m Pakistani.” Yaz corrected her, backing up until she hit the wall, and found her face sandwiched by Dolly’s plastic udders. “Oh man… oh god… I don’t know about this.”

“We’re gonna have soooo much fun.” Dolly giggled, before forcing her head forwards and mashing her collagen-infested lips against Yaz’s mouth. The younger girl squeaked at the invasion of the blonde’s tongue and tried to push her off, but Dolly was deceptively strong, and barely seemed to notice her hands pressing up against her body.

“Mlah… gawd… you’re such a cutie.” Dolly moaned. “Let’s be bestest friends.”

“Ahn!” Yaz yelped as Dolly’s inch-long nails raked over her naked skin. “Wait… I don’t think I can do this… can we cut? Can I just… have a minute?”

“No way!” Dolly gasped. “The boys just arrived!”

Yaz squeaked as Dolly’s tongue snaked past her lips and slithered over her cheek. She opened her eyes and almost fainted from shock and terror. Four muscular black men had just stepped though the doorway and the click of a lock behind them made Yaz’s blood go cold.

Dolly turned and let out a delighted squeal, scampering over to her playmates and slobbering all over them. “Omigosh, I just love BBC… I can’t get enough of your yummy dicks!”

“Nice ta see you too doll.” One of the men grinned, smacking Dolly’s massive ass hard enough to send silicon-infused flesh rippling and jiggling like water. “Who’s ya friend?”

“Like, she’s super cute, ain’t she?” Dolly mewed, squatting down and eagerly twerking her ass even as she tugged two of the men’s cocks from their pants and began stuffing her face. “I wanna watch you break her cute little brain with your big black dicks…”

Yaz swallowed as the remaining two men advanced on her, pressing herself back against the wall and trembling in terror.

“Eep.”

-o-o-o-

“Ahn! Daddy… harder daddy!” Dolly was howling, tongue lolling from her bee-stung lips as she was double-teamed, two fat ebony cocks stretching her heavily-used holes out as she crouched on all fours above Yaz. “Omigosh… I wanna have your hot cum all inside my tummy!”

“Fuck… too big… to much.” Yaz whimpered beneath her, face smothered in Dolly’s tits, her pussy being rammed full of yet more cock. “My brain is melting.”

“Cum inside daddy!”

Dolly’s shrieks of need were cutting into Yaz’s ears, filling her mind as she was left broken and vulnerable by the relentless onslaught of cock. She didn’t know how long it had been now since she’d wandered into this set so innocent and unaware, but she knew she wasn’t going to leave the same person.

She grunted as her body was yanked out from underneath Dolly’s titanic tits, finally allowed to stare up at her fellow slut’s face. Dolly was in heaven, clearly, eyes rolled back and tongue stuck out as she was railed from behind. Yaz had a crazy impulse to reach up and kiss the blonde, and as both cocks plugging her pussy rammed to the root into her depths, she realised: ‘Like, why not?’

Dolly giggled as Yaz’s palms cupped her cheeks and yanked her head down into an upside-down kiss. Spit and sperm flowed between their mouths as they tongued one another, minds blank and bodies burning with lust.

It had just been too much for the poor runaway teenager from Sheffield. An hour of hard fucking had erased her hesitancy for becoming a whore, her memories, even her name, and now Yasmin Khan was just another drooling, giggling fucktoy in the dungeons of Anya Azine.

Dolly lay down on her back cheek-to-cheek with Yaz, cooing and masturbating frantically as the men stroked themselves off above their faces.

“Like, here it comes cutie!”

Yaz giggled as sperm rained down on her face, mind blank as Azine’s voice came through over the intercom.

“There’s my newest starlet people. Ladies and Gentlemen meet, hm, let’s call her Ditzy… book her in for an appointment on the slab asap, I want her and Dolly a matching set by our new year’s special!”

‘So Yasmin khan and the doctor became inseparable once again, in a very different life to most.’

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 1

The first of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Doctor Jane Smith.

A milf teacher variant of The Doctor, in her universe the alien villain Tzim-Sha (Or Tim Shaw) never arrived on earth when she came crashing down in a post-regeneration daze. Without the crisis caused by the rampaging alien, The Doctor's personality never fully formed and she was left an unidentified amnesiac in the care of PC Yasmin Khan. In time, 'Jane Smith' would integrate into human society, taking a job as a schoolteacher, and striking up a relationship with the young woman she imprinted on...

-o-o-o-

“Oh man… this is the day we met.” Yaz breathed, watching as The Doctor picked herself up from the floor, shrapnel tangled into her hair and sticking to her shredded suit. She looked manic, even more so than usual, golden smoke wafting from her body as if she was burning up.

On the other side of the vision, The Doctor hummed. “This isn’t our reality, something is different.”

“The monster, Tim Shaw’s creature… the hunting thing.” Yaz said, “It’s not there, Graham told me you landed right in front of it.”

“The Gathering Coil… yeah.”

“Does that mean Tim Shaw isn’t there then? Is that what changed?”

“No Stenza to threaten the earth, no hunt, no danger…” The Doctor muttered. “I delayed the regeneration for so long, I had so little control over it when it finally came… without that adrenaline, that panic to focus me… who would I have been?”

The cave seemed to shiver underneath them and the image fogged over. Yaz steadied herself against the metal transport pad beneath her and glanced up at the crystals overhead.

They seemed to hum, pulsing with the light of the aurora, and she suddenly felt a shiver run down her spine as words appeared in her mind. She didn’t hear them, or visualise them, there wasn’t a voice or an image, just an understanding, as if the meaning of the message had been beamed directly into her mind without her having to hear it.

‘A world where The Doctor did not find herself, a world where her enemy never came, and so her life was changed forever, where the Time-Lord found her humanity, found love…found a home…’

“Doctor?”

“I felt it too.” The Doctor reassured her, “It’s just the crystals, a psychic imprint… just sit and watch.”

-o-o-o-

“Alright class, settle down.” Doctor Jane Smith called out; an amused exasperation evident in her tone as her class of teenagers began to settle back down into their seats. It was only a few minutes until the end of the class, ordinarily she’d be trying to drill in the important facts, but it was the last less on before the Christmas break and her only agenda was to have a little fun before clocking out. She flicked a thin wand towards her whiteboard and tapped on it sharply. “We’re almost done for the year, everyone’s excited, so let’s get this over with so we can all go off and enjoy the last day of term.”

The promise of no further work had the desired effect, and soon the blonde had her student’s undivided attention. She smiled and tugged on the hem of her Christmas jumper, before tapping the board again.

“Space.” She said simply, underlining the word as it was written in marker on the glossy board. “It’s big, it’s cold, it’s empty. We’ve covered the hard stuff in your exams, so let’s see if you remember the trivia after having your brains bored out.”

There was a quiet ripple of laughter and she smiled. “Oh, and bonus, first right answer gets a biscuit.” She flexed her wand and stared down at her students severely, or as severely as she could manage with a twinkle in her eye and a fuzzy red jumper with Santa adorning her chest. “What is the average temperature of space?”

“2.7 degrees Kelvin!”

“Very good.” Doctor Smith smirked, tossing a custard cream to the student who’d called out. “The distance between Earth and the Moon is…?”

“239000 miles!”

“If we round up.” The Doctor agreed, throwing another biscuit. “Less than a minute left before the bell, let’s see those hands people! The Kuiper Belt is a ring of planetesimals and debris circling our Solar System, but what is the most famous stellar object within it?”

“Pluto!”

“Absolutely, everyone’s favourite former planet.” The Doctor grinned, the bell ringing just as the third and final student snatched their biscuit out of the air. “Excellent work today people, gold stars all around. Now go off an get some Christmas dinner, that’s a wrap for this year.”

The shuffling of feet and usual chatter filled the room as The Doctor’s class made their exit, leaving their teacher alone to sweep up her papers and fall back into her seat with a sigh.

“Long day?” The blonde smiled and looked to the door, where Officer Yasmin Khan was leaning. “It’s only just gone noon.”

“Officer Khan.” The Doctor hummed, turning in her chair and looking the younger woman up and down. “Should I be worried that Sheffield’s finest has come looking for me?”

“Well, Doctor Smith.” Yasmin purred, striding across the classroom and planting her hands on The Doctor’s desk. “That depends on whether you’ve been naughty… or nice.”

The Doctor giggled and sat up, leaning over her desk and kissing her fiancé lovingly. “What are you doing here?”

“You’re finished for the year, I thought I’d give you a lift home.” Yaz hummed, admiring The Doctor as she stood up and started wiping her board clean. “Good class?”

“Good kids.” The Doctor chuckled. “I think they’ll do great next year.”

“I still don’t get how you know all this stuff.” Yaz sighed, perching on the desk and looking at the walls of scientific facts and figures designed to help the students remember their coursework. “You don’t have any formal education, no degree or doctorate, yet you constantly stagger the pros with all this.”

“Excuse me, miss Khan.” The Doctor said coolly, tapping her lanyard with a finger. “What does it say right here?”

Yaz raised a brow and stepped closer, pushing The Doctor up against the wall. She took the lanyard in her hand and tugged on it. “It says Doctor Jane Smith. But it doesn’t mention that doctorate is an honorary one from some shady government agency most people haven’t heard from.” She moved a little closer, spare hand stroking over The Doctor’s hip. “It also doesn’t mention what a brat you can be.”

“Did you lock the door behind you?” The Doctor breathed headily.

“Yeah, are all the shutters closed?”

“Mmm.”

“Brilliant.” Yaz grinned before pinning The Doctor to the wall with her lips. The blonde mewed into her mouth and grabbed her by the hips, squeezing her close as the two swapped spit. Yaz and The Doctor’s tongues wrestled before breaking apart, leaving a bridge of saliva dangling between their panting mouths. “I can’t wait to marry you.” Yaz rasped.

“I can’t wait to fuck you.” The Doctor replied, already tugging her skirt down. “I’m such a bad influence, you used to be so responsible.”

Yas grinned and nuzzled against the Doctor’s neck, kissing and nibbling her creamy flesh as her fiancé began unbuttoning her blouse. With a yank Yaz’s brown chest was bare, her breasts heaving with excitement in her bra. Mere seconds later The Doctor had unbuckled the interfering underwear, and was palming each plump mocha-coloured mound. Yaz didn’t waste time enjoying the feeling of her lover’s fingers softly squeezing her, instead grabbing The Doctor’s hips and pulling down her panties.

“Ah… officer Khan…” The Doctor gasped as Yaz forced her up against the wall again, lips locked against her earlobe and fingers probing her sopping snatch. “I don’t think this is… ha… appropriate… behaviour for… an… officer in a… school.”

“I don’t think the headmistress would be very pleased with you either, Doctor Smith.” Yaz whispered into her ear, sliding a digit into her fiancé’s welcoming cunt and purring as the blonde quivered. “A teacher acting so unacceptably on school property, tsk tsk.”

“Nyhh… kiss me again Yazzie.” The Doctor mewed.

Yaz obliged, locking lips with her lover once again as she added a second finger to The Doctor’s drooling slit and began to pump.

Before long the Doctor was nuzzling into her neck, hands clinging to Yaz’s shoulders with her thighs spread wide around her invading body. Yaz kept her lover supported with one hand on her sculpted ass, constantly pounding away at her slit with her fingers on the other. The Doctor’s wetness had soaked her palm in just minutes, and now the scent of her arousal was perfuming the whole classroom. Yaz groaned as The Doctor suckled on her earlobe, whining and whimpering in ecstasy as she was fingerfucked up against her own noticeboard. It wasn’t the first time they’d made love on school grounds; she’d visited The Doctor at work several times before over the past years of their relationship, clearing up after themselves was getting to be second nature.

“Ahn… baby… feels so good.” The Doctor croaked. “Another… another finger, I need more.”

“You’re in a needy mood.” Yaz grunted, obliging her with a third digit sliding into her soaking pink pussy. “Can’t… wait… to get… you home.” The Doctor moaned, “I want to taste you… want to feel you inside me. U… use the big blue one… make me your slut.”

Yaz growled approvingly, knowing exactly what the Doctor was pleading for: the big blue dildo that hid under their bed, the one as thick as Yaz’s wrist and ribbed from tip to bottom. When she got her fiancé home, the big blue one was definitely going to be put to use, but until then Yaz was eager to do things the old-fashioned way.

She squeezed The Doctor’s rump with her free hand, kneading the welcoming flesh like bread dough as it jiggled and bounced with its owners shakes of need. Yaz had always loved her fiancé’s body, from her plump mature tits to her pert, tight backside, but in times like this they went from being beautiful to being irresistible.

The Doctor cried out and buried her face in Yaz’s shoulder, bucking her hips against her fiancé’s invading fingers, desperate for more carnal pleasure. The motion may have helped the Doctor scratch her itch, but it made supporting her much harder for Yaz, who finally groaned and pulled away from her lover, unable to keep the squirming blonde stable any longer. Before The Doctor had time to complain, Yaz had pushed her backwards over her desk, sending pencils and papers flying, and buried her face between her thighs.

“Ooooooohh.” The Doctor moaned as Yaz’s tongue slid inside of her, coiling and writhing and lapping at her pearly pink folds with well-practiced excellence. After minutes of howling, squealing, gushing bliss, she managed to force her head upright and stared down at Yaz as she frenched her pussy. The smoulderingly intense look of lust on her girlfriend’s face would have been enough to make her melt on any given day, but with her lips flush over her cunt and her nose resting in the patch of golden curs that crowned it, Yaz’s gaze was enough to send the Doctor over her edge in an instant.

Her orgasmic squeal of delight was only barely stifled by her hand as she bucked and trembled, pleasure exploding inside her before fading into a wonderful warm afterglow. Yaz pulled away from her and placed a few gentle kisses on her sloppy womanhood and sweat-licked stomach, before smiling and standing up straight.

“Good?” she asked, as if she couldn’t tell The Doctor was still gushing with bliss from her talented attentions.

“Take me home.” The Doctor pleaded meekly, stroking her well-loved pussy with one hand as she lay sprawled on her desk. “I want you.

“As long as you keep the jumper on.” Yasmin chuckled, giving her fiancé a gentle kiss and a fond squeeze to her Christmassy breasts.

-o-o-o-

‘Without her former identity reawakened through a moment of crisis, The Doctor forged a new one, imprinting on a young human whom she would take as a mate. As she lived life as a human, content in her humble career and her loving relationship, after centuries of wandering The Doctor found peace with a new bride, and eventually bore children of her own…’

Yaz blinked as the vision clouded over again, her cheeks burning red and her breaths laboured.

“What in the world was that?”

Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 0

Hello!

This year to celebrate the holidays I commissioned Becsantus to draw thirteen alternate universe versions of the Thirteenth Doctor. These images will be released one day at a time until Christmas Day along with a short story chapter about the Doctor pictured. The art is fab and it's been fun to create so I do hope you'll enjoy!

There's also a bonus! Given that each Doctor is a different sexy variant based on a kink/bodytype/fetish and the day each one comes out has already been locked in, I've decided to also run a little game for you.

If anyone can accurately predict the specific type of kink/fetish each Doctor is from 1-13 (1 being far left, 13 being far right) they will win a free 5000 word commission for whatever they like.

Additionally, if anyone can predict which order these Doctors will be revealed, (again with 1 being left and 13 being right) they will win another 5000 word commission.

You can DM me or comment below for your predictions if you'd like to play, or just with something nice if you so desire.

Without further ado, the prologue to: Doctor Who and the Visions of The Crystal Feast.

-o-o-o-

“Merry Christmas!” The Doctor beamed, throwing open the doors to the TARDIS and ushering Yaz through them into the snow beyond.

The chill hit the Doctor’s young companion like a slap to the face after the nice warm environment of the console room and she let out an involuntary gasp, clutching her jacket tight around her. “Ah, c… cold!”

The Doctor planted her hands on her hips, lips pursed with disappointment. “I did tell you to dress warmly.”

“No you didn’t!” Yaz protested, staring at her designated driver in indignant disbelief. The Doctor was often quite scatter-brained, usually in ways that were suspiciously convenient for her. She shivered and looked The Doctor up and down.

The blonde was in her usual outfit, long grey coat, rainbow jumper, yellow suspenders and blue trousers that were just a little too short and left her ankles bare. Yaz wondered why The Doctor wasn’t cold herself given her clothing, but then she remembered every time The Doctor had grabbed her hand or been pushed up against her she had always been remarkably cold-skinned. Perhaps The Doctor’s people just had a comparatively colder internal temperature? She shifted her feet in the snow and sighed, one day she might actually get the answers to her questions about her friend, but it wasn’t likely to be soon. She still didn’t even know what species The Doctor was.

“Huh, well I did when I rehearsed this conversation in my head.” The Doctor shrugged before grabbing her by the shoulder and turning her towards the vista they’d landed at. “C’mon, look at that! Isn’t it beautiful?”

Yaz’s eyes widened as she finally took notice of the landscape. “Oh… wow.”

They were standing on an island, barely large enough to fit them and the TARDIS, in the middle of a vast frozen lake. The shiny black surface glowed with reflected colours, and Yaz looked up to see a vast swirling aurora of light billowing overhead. It wasn’t the only thing occupying the sky, far from it. The biggest mountain she’d ever seen in her life was stretching up into the night, a single stone monolith filling the sky and going up, up, up, until it faded from view, the heights hidden by clouds and the aurora.

“That’s… incredible!” she grinned.

“Mount Revelation.” The Doctor sighed, admiring the colours shining off the falling snow. “Wider than the whole UK three times over, so tall it actually pierces the atmosphere of the planet. The top few hundred metres are totally airless, poking out of the world’s exosphere.”

“How does that happen? How does a mountain get so big it comes out of the planet’s atmosphere?”

“No idea.” The Doctor said with a delighted grin. “But that isn’t even the best bit. The Mountain is littered with cave systems from top to bottom, the colonists who landed here two thousand years ago still haven’t fully mapped them. There are interior lakes the size of London, massive chambers big enough to hide armies inside with room to spare. Some of the fauna in the lower sea chambers dates back to the planet’s prehistoric era, hidden away from extinction events nice and safe inside the mountain.”

“There are people living in there?” Yaz whistled.

“Half a billion.” The Doctor nodded, taking her hand and tugging her down onto the snowy ice. Yaz tensed as her boots hit the frozen surface, nervously tapping the ice with a foot. “Here’s the best bit though, because of all the radiation the mountain soaks up at its peak, there’s a core of unique crystals running down the whole thing, like a massive radio tower, picking up psychic signals from all across the multiverse.”

“Psychic crystals?” Yaz frowned, slowly making her way after The Doctor with gentle, cautious steps. “Like… looking into a crystal ball and see the future?”

“Nah, the crystals only work when they’re connected to the core growth. And it’s not just the future, there’s a rift in space and time running through this whole system, the core picks up signals from the pasts, presents and futures of hundreds of different realities, and you can see them if you find the right spot.”

The Doctor spun on her heel, eager to see Yaz’s impressed expression, but her face fell as she saw her companion a dozen metres behind her, slowly picking her way forwards. “What are you doing?”

“How thick is this ice?” Yaz winced.

“Hundreds of meters, this is the largest glacier for twenty million lightyears.” The Doctor laughed, “It’s not gonna fall out from under you, now come on!”

“I wish you’d said that earlier!” Yaz grumbled, picking up her pace and catching up to the blonde laughing at her.

The hike across the ice wasn’t as long as Yaz had expected, as a pair of locals on an animal that looked like an enormous cross between an alligator and a dachshund slid up beside them and gave them a lift to the colony.

Amazingly, the mountain seemed even larger now that Yaz was as its foot, craning her neck all the way back to stare up into the sky where it’s upper reaches lay hidden. “This thing is stable, right?”

“The mountain? Yeah.” The Doctor said, jogging up the flights of metal stairs that led up through the small town they’d arrived at towards a yawning chasm with lights inside. “You get minor rockfalls every now and again, sometimes a chamber will collapse, but it’s a once in a few hundred-year’s event. Mt Revelation is really sturdy, it’ll be hit by a rogue moon twenty thousand years from now and barely be scratched.”

Yaz glanced uncertainly up at the chasm’s top, where hundreds of thousands of stalactites and icicles loomed menacingly. Any one of them could drop and crush a house, let alone a person. Yaz wondered how the local police handled the situations when they fell, it would be hard to keep a three-story tall dagger of stone crushing a nursery out of the news.

She shook her head, it wasn’t any use dwelling on the ‘ifs’ of the situation, The Doctor had promised her it was safe, and she trusted her friend implicitly. As they climbed ever upwards she admired the city built into the mouth of the cavern. The buildings were like a mix of steampunk and gingerbread houses, all cutesy and Christmassy, but with huge brass pipes and stained windows. The people were much the same, wearing what looked very much like Victorian-era clothing, but with brass goggles, mechanised walking sticks, huge backpacks with valves and pipes, hissing as their owners went along.

“So this is Christmas?”

“Around here they call it the Crystal Feast.” The Doctor explained, waving cheerfully to a woman with three-lensed goggles and an immense pair of breasts barely covered by her low-cut bodice. Yaz flushed slightly, noting the red lantern dangling outside the building’s door, and the other woman lounging in an upstairs window, wearing Victorian-era lingerie.

“In the 44th century, Humanity has just come out of a nasty interstellar war with the Draconians, their empire essentially got halved in the conflict. That, plus the Ood liberation, lead to a whole new boots-on-the-ground colony initiative.” The Doctor hummed, pretending to tip a hat to an older man who looked at them in confusion through an inch-long brass monocle wired into his head. “Hundreds of thousands of people looking for a fresh start, with no faith in the empress or home politics, go out and start fresh on dozens of worlds like this. Sometimes it worked out, sometimes it didn’t, this is probably the best example.”

Yaz didn’t know what a Draconian or an Ood was, so decided to focus on the fact that humanity would apparently return to its imperialist habits in the future. It wasn’t a particularly happy thought. “An empire?”

“Ah… yeah.” The Doctor paused mid-step and screwed up her face, clearly trying to come up with a comforting response. “Look… Yaz, history’s not always a happy thing, people make mistakes, sometimes they make them over and over again, but it’s important to remember the good that comes too. Humanity falters on its journey more times than I can count, but it still achieves wonders, gives art and music and literature to the universe that inspires trillions over billions of years. They establish a peace between warring galaxies that lasts for nineteen million years, hold together alliances that fight back the Daleks, Cybermen, Sontarans… Humanity can be terrible, and never more terrible than when they hurt one another, but you can also be… beautiful, magnificent!”

She came down the steps and gave Yaz a hug. “For every person that makes the universe a darker place, there are dozens of people like you. Dazzling, wonderful, brilliant humans.”

“Do we ever get it right?” Yaz sighed, squeezing the Doctor back and following her up the steps towards a glowing archway.

“Depends on who you ask, and for how long.” The Doctor flashed her psychic paper to a woman standing at the archway, who raised a brow, but stood aside to let them pass. “Time is relative. For some species Earth’s shining pinnacle lasts countless lifetimes, for others, it’s over before they can blink.”

“And for you?”

The Doctor paused, smiling slightly. “Being a time-traveller is a privilege, I can see all of your greatest moments at my leisure, see all the choices that led up to them, every little decision that leads to wonder and beauty and life.”

“Every decision?”

“Sometimes it’s the tiniest things that change the future, those fluid points that can alter everything.” The Doctor reminded her, stepping onto a small circular pad and pulling Yaz on after her.

There was an odd buzzing sensation and a flash of blue light, and suddenly the pair were standing in a wide, round room lined on surface with crystals. Some were cloudy and blue, others looked just like ice, some of them were even glowing like the aurora outside. Yaz let in an amazed breath and smiled at the Doctor, who was watching closely for her reaction.

“So, are we going to see that now?”

The Doctor flashed a crooked grin and sat cross-legged on the ground, patting the floor for Yaz to do the same opposite her.

“It’s a dangerous business, Yasmin Khan, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

Yaz sat down, then frowned. “Wait… is that Lord of The Rings?”

The Doctor looked sheepish. “Yeah… I accidentally gave John that line, a bit of a bootstrap situation. Mind you that’s nothing compared to Shakespeare, now that was… ooooh!”

She cut off as the crystals glowed around them and a haze shimmered in the air between their faces. “Here we go, hushing up. The crystals have tuned into our psychic rhythms, they’re projecting an image of time and space based on our thought patterns.”

“Do we… do anything?” Yaz asked, peering at the Doctor through the haze.

“No no, it’s all subconscious, you can’t get specific psychic responses with such a crude transmitter, but that’s all part of the fun.”

Yaz swallowed and focussed her attention on the hazy image swimming in front of her. She wondered if they’d see anything from an alternate reality, those had always been her favourite stories, and if what the Doctor had said about little choices or coincidences altering reality itself, what kind of weird and wonderful things could be shown to them?

Slowly, like water beginning to still after a stone had been thrown into it, an image began to take shape.

“Is that?” she asked slowly as the scene took form.

“Yeah.” The doctor nodded, equally confused. “It’s… a train.”

“An alternate universe train?”

“Well people still have to get around you know.”

Yaz’s eyes widened, suddenly realising why it looked so familiar as a mad blonde woman in tattered clothes crashed through the roof…

A Hero's Reward. Chapter Two.

When your big-titty milf sex-slave has self esteem issues...

#relatable

-o-o-o-

It had been a very odd week, and by Commander Shepard’s standards that was really saying something.

She’d spent the days up until recently with her boots on the ground, wading through Geth and mud on Rannoch before facing a Reaper a one-on-one duel. She’d saved two species, ended a war, and managed to keep her ship and her crew alive through all of it. When she’d come back aboard, she’d expected to fall back into bed and sleep for the entirety of voyage back to the Citadel where they’d resupply before the next campaign.

She had certainly not expected to be visited by three of the Quarian Admiralty, or for those admirals to throw themselves into perpetual sexual slavery to her, or for them to practically fall to their knees and plead with her when she tried to tell them no.

Tired, bewildered, and obviously more than a little tempted, Shepard had surrendered, and now her life had three new lovers in it. For a moment, it had seemed like a dream, until she’d felt the curious mouths of her new concubines exploring her body the following morning.

Now, a few days later, the shock had worn off and confusion was setting in. Shepard had helped the Quarians get settled in her cabin as best she could, nursing a spectacular hangover from Xen’s little chemical cocktail. Whatever had been in that vial had really snuck up on her, because no sooner had she finished hauling the last of their trunks through the doorway into the cabin, she’d collapsed into a heap with a crashing headache. The admirals hadn’t seemed to have minded that she was almost completely out of it, Shepard doubted they would have complained if she had passed out for the entire day, though she still felt guilty about making the three sick women do all the heavy lifting themselves as they made themselves at home.

Her cabin was now home to four and was a little cluttered thanks to it. Quarians lived light as a species, but in anticipation of their new lives, all three had invested in certain luxuries they no doubt wanted to enjoy in the coming days. Their personal artefacts and keepsakes had been set up about the cabin, and their wardrobes had been neatly folded away in three separate trunks currently taking up space just to the right of Shepard’s bed.

A routine was developing, with relatively normal daily lives offset by tender and often exhausted mornings, and ridiculously passionate and demanding evenings. Shepard didn’t mind, she could count on one hand the number of times she’d gotten laid the past five years, thought to be fair she had been dead for two of them. It was more the lack of understanding exactly what she was in for that was bothering her. Oh, she could satisfy her lovers all night long, but she didn’t know quite what they needed from her yet, either physically or emotionally. Was this a long-term booty call? A genuine master-slave relationship? Or were they hoping that this carnal routine would blossom into a genuine romance?

Most days she didn’t have too much time to think about it, either consumed with taking care of her new partners or dealing with the mechanical monstrosities slowly consuming the entire galaxy. Today was a little different, aside from a simple strategy session in the war room there was nothing that demanded her attention. It was a simple ride back to the Citadel for a resupply, and that gave her time to think and relax.

Life hadn’t stopped for most of the rest of the crew of course, Xen was still arguing with the remaining two admirals down in the war room, and Tali was checking in on the engine core, no doubt out of nostalgia. Raan, however, had only one thing on her mind, and had hurried right back to Shepard the second she’d ended the comms to the flotilla.

“How did the other admirals take it?” Shepard asked, sprawled on her bed and biting her lip, her gaze focused upwards at the wide window at the top of her cabin. The swirling blue-purple vortex of FTL transit was calming, like the rushing, rolling motion of the ocean she’d grown up beside. She groaned and tore her eyes away as no response to her question came. “Raan?”

“Mhhhuhg?” Raan gurgled, eyes fluttering open as her throat convulsed and spluttered, embedded on Shepard’s throbbing cock. It was quite a sight, the beautiful older admiral’s stately face blushing, her eyes watering and her cheeks bulging as she kissed Shepard’s base, leaving a neat ring of black lipstick against her balls and the thick red curls Shepard kept above her pole.

“I said how did the other admirals take it?” Shepard repeated, feeling her cock jerk inside Raan’s gullet at the sight. “I… can’t imagine Han’Gerrel was too happy.”

“Gwuh.” Raan groaned, raising her head with a wet slurp, inch after inch of human cock slipping out of her gullet until she was panting and drooling onto its tip. “Nhuo… nhot sho happy aht ahll.”

She swallowed loudly as Shepard’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, and wiped her mouth, blushing furiously out of lust as much as embarrassment.

“Ahem, I mean… not so happy at all, mistress.” She said bashfully. “But the law is the law, mostly I think he was angry new admirals would have to be elected.”

“You didn’t have to retire, you know.” Shepard blushed, resting on her elbows as Raan thoughtfully pumped her cock in her palm. “Not for me.”

“If I was to be your property, I could not remain an admiral.” Raan smiled. “Property cannot lead, after all. Besides, I think it was time, my people need new blood, new ideas, not stupid old crones like me.”

“Whoa hey.” Shepard said, frowning with concern. She sat up and gently took Raan by the cheeks, petting her flushing face with her thumbs. “Don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Raan’s collar glowed immediately and she let out a soft, keening whimper, biting her lip as pleasure coursed through her body. Shepard winced and tugged at the ring locked around her finger uneasily. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s alright.” Raan whispered happily, clearing her throat. “It feels wonderful.”

Shepard grimaced slightly. “Still, seems wrong to force you to obey me.”

Raan took her hands and squeezed. “Shepard, you are my mistress, my owner. I didn’t give myself to you on a whim, it wasn’t some trivial decision. I am your property now, and property doesn’t get to choose when or how it’s owner uses it.”

“You’re not just a thing though.” Shepard reminded her. “You’re a woman.”

“I am.” Raan agreed with a smile. “And I very much enjoy your company, mistress.” She rose up and straddled Jane’s lap, pressing her hot, wet cunt against the still-hard pole of human meat between her owner’s legs.

“Hmh.” Shepard moaned, gripping her by the ass, fingers sinking into the plump purple meat of the admiral’s incredible rump. “Has… this sort of thing happened a lot in Quarian history?”

“Not in the past millennium.” Raan hummed, rolling her hips against Shepard, feeling the commander’s cock slide between her thick thighs and rub against her slit. “It was an ancient tradition centuries before the Quarians discovered the Mass Relays, long before we had even left Rannoch, let along created the Geth. When Rannoch fell, our ancient laws and traditions were seen as hugely important, they were all we had left, but as the centuries passed many were changed or abandoned to suit life in the Flotilla.”

“But this one survived?”

“No one remembered.” Raan groaned. “But I had… the full records… I knew every law both current and… d… defunct… oh Keelah.”

Shepard kissed Raan’s cheek and nuzzled her nose into her hair, enjoying the admiral’s hot, heavy breaths against her collarbone and the soft caress of her cunt against her shaft. For all her strength and resolve, she was only human. She had needs, and those needs hadn’t been properly met in years. There was only so much resistance she could put up against the idea of enjoying her new playmates before pure primal libido took control. “Hmmm.” She groaned. “Can’t… imagine how much of a scandal this is back on Rannoch. You three… becoming my slaves… abandoning your duties…”

“It doesn’t… matter!” Raan grunted, tightening her grip on Shepard’s shoulders and rocking faster and faster. “I don’t care anymore!”

“Fuck… you really… don’t care you abandoned your people… for this?”

“No!” Raan cried out, her voice rising in pitch as she rutted desperately against Shepard. “I’m a selfish old slut! All I care about is… is fucking… fucking youuuu!”

Shepard let out a gasp as Raan came, her thighs clenching tight around her cock as she shuddered and quaked. The older woman fell forwards with a swooning whimper and cuddled against her owner’s chest.

Shepard held her for a few moments, enjoying the heat of her heaving chest against her breasts and the wetness of her womanhood resting over her cock. She sighed after a while and toyed with Raan’s hair. “Good?”

“Always… my mistress.” Raan crooned, raising her head and meeting Shepard in a loving kiss. “But it isn’t your job to please me… is it?”

“Whoa!” Shepard gasped as Raan hopped off of her lap and gripped her cock tight.

“May I finish what I started?” the older woman purred softly, her breath blowing over the hot tip of Shepard’s cock, still slick with both spit and the admiral’s nectar.

“You know, we could just talk for once.” Jane groaned breathlessly before moaning as Raan gave her a teasing lick. “Fuck… oh… okay… do whatever you want.”

Raan giggled, pleased that her research and practice on how to properly please a human hadn’t been a waste of time. Shepard was sweet, still shy about doing whatever she wanted with Raan and the others, but the surprising tenderness she showed her new pets made Raan melt. For as much as she needed a hard dicking, to be used and filled until she was a quivering mess on the floor, having a pair of strong arms to hold her and a gentle heart to care for her was reward enough for her oath of submission.

She admired Jane as she bobbed up and down on her shaft. She’d always thought Shepard was beautiful, frankly there weren’t many in the galaxy that could truthfully say they didn’t, but seeing her naked and sweaty was a privilege she basked in whenever she had the opportunity.

Shepard’s breasts, firm and muscular as the rest of her, heaved with her breaths as she lay back and let Raan work. Her abs, eight neat little mountains of muscle, tensed and pulsed as she squirmed. Shepard’s skin, pale and freckled, glistened in the low light with sweat and quarian spit, the scent of which was only sending Raan further into heat.

The older woman reached up and stroked a purple palm over Shepard’s abdomen as she slurped, feeling the heat of her lover’s flesh and the strength of the muscle that lay below.

It was funny, the two couldn’t have looked different, even beyond the nature of their differing species. Shepard was tall and broad-shouldered, still feminine with her curves and features, but undeniably powerful. Her arms were thick with muscle and her hands were calloused, her stomach was like a brick wall and her breasts, though not exactly small, were neat and firm.

Raan, on the other hand, was short and broad-hipped, almost comically feminine, thanks to her pendulous udders and massive bubblebutt. Her lips were plush and her eyes heavy-lidded, her arms were slender, her thighs were thick and fleshy, leading down to slimmer calves and dainty feet. Her stomach was soft and pliant, a result of too little exercise and too many good meals.

If shepard was the picture of an amazonian soldier, Raan was the pinnacle in big-titted, fat-assed milfs.

Raan sighed through her nose, the thought taking all of the fun out of throating Shepard. The redhead noticed the lack of slurping immediately and sat up, frowning as Raan pulled back and wiped her lips apologetically.

“Hey, you ok?

“Of course.” Raan smiled unconvincingly, “I’m sorry… I’m still new to fellatio.”

“The blowjob was great, that’s not the problem.” Shepard said slowly, shuffling closer and taking Raan by the hips. “Tell me what’s wrong?”

Raan groaned huskily as her collar pulsed, “I… I’m worried I’m… too… old to be attractive to you.” she gasped, the words bursting out of her even as she fought to keep them in.

“That’s ridiculous.” Shepard laughed, “You’re gorgeous!”

“You’re very sweet.” Raan blushed. “But I know I can’t compare to someone like Tali.”

Shepard’s brows knit and she reached out to hug the pouting woman, squeezing her tight. “So… how old are you then?”

The admiral stiffened in her arms, only slightly but with how closely they were pressed, it was easily detectable. “S… seventy-nine.” She mumbled.

Shepard’s brows shot up and she pulled back, staring down at Raan who blushed and nervously toyed with her ear. “Quarians do live about 50% longer than the average human.” She explained, “In your terms I would be in my fifties, I believe, or… more likely my early sixties…”

“Raan, if that’s true you’ve aged spectacularly.” Jane said with a crooked grin. “Seriously, I hope I look half as good as you do when I’m sixty!”

Raan seemed confused. “But... I’m old… twice as old as you are, almost four times as old as Tali! I know your last lover was an asari, but even she was younger than I am by her own species’ standards, barely more than a teenager!”

“You think you’re not attractive to me because you’re older than I am?” Shepard smiled softly, stroking Raan’s waist as the admiral pouted at her reflection. “I like older women.”

Raan laughed hollowly. “Shepard, please. I am well past my prime, as you can see.”

Shepard raised a brow before grabbing Raan by the hips and lifting her off the mattress with a yelp of surprise. “Ah! Sh… Shepard?” she let out a girlish squeak as she was spun through the air and dropped heavily onto her back on the bed.

“What part of you is past it’s prime, hm?” Jane growled, pressing a kiss to Raan’s cheek as her hands kept her pinned to the bed. “This gorgeous face?”

She roamed lower, squeezing one of Raan’s fat lilac breasts and sucking on her nipple. “These beautiful tits?” She crawled lower still, lips peppering soft kisses down Raan’s body, over her soft belly to her navel, and then continuing on her way to the bald purple pussy that had been massaging her cock. “What about these phenomenal hips? Or this cute little pussy? What about these lovely legs and your sweet little toes? What part of you isn’t just delicious?” She gave Raan’s womanhood a lick that made the older woman moan breathlessly, before grabbing her by the waist and yanking her flush with her hips.

“Tell me!” she demanded, rolling her cock against Raan’s sopping hole and grinning as she saw the terrified arousal on her lover’s face.

“I… I don’t know!” Raan whined, her collar flooding her body with pleasure. “Wh… why do you find me so attractive? I’m just a… ahh!”

Shepard thrust inside her with one sharp movement, knocking the wind out of Raan’s lungs and silencing her in an instant. She pressed low and forced a passionate kiss onto Raan’s panting lips, purring as she felt the admiral’s legs cross behind her back. “You are one of the most magnificent women I have ever seen in my life.” She rasped. “You are mature and elegant and curvaceous; you are smart and wise and sweet. You’ve got the mind of a scholar in the body of a goddess all squeezed down into an adorable little package. You are perfect.”

“f… uhck… Mistress!” Raan sobbed, whole body jiggling as Shepard pounded into her.

“Say it.”

“I… I’m perfect!” Raan gasped, tears sparkling in her eyes as Shepard’s toned, muscular body pressed her flat onto the mattress. “Mistress… ahn… don’t stop!”

“Again!”

“I’m perfect!”

“Again!”

“Keelah… I’m perfect Mistress!”

“Now believe it!”

Raan howled and clung to Shepard, her nails scratching at the human’s back as she was stretched by the fat, virile pole of meat she’d submitted her life to. Spots danced before her eyes, her legs quivered and shook as she desperately tried to ride out the mind-melting pleasure-coma Shepard was fucking her into. She knew the collar didn’t work like that, they merely stimulated pain or pleasure depending on their setting, they couldn’t actually change a person’s brain-chemistry. Still Shepard’s passion made it hard to deny she truly found her attractive.

“Cum insiiiiiiide!” Raan pleaded, legs crossed behind Shepard’s back, her hands clinging to her mistress’ traps as Shepard’s cock stretched her out more and more with every thrust. “Pleeeeeease!”

Shepard growled in response, hands clenching and squeezing her ass as her balls tightened and she finally blew her load. Raan croaked helplessly as she felt her owner’s molten sperm gush inside her womb, filling her and overflowing her womanhood in mere moments, spurting from her sopping petals with every beat of Shepard’s heart.

Colours danced before Raan’s eyes and she went limp, panting as Shepard sat inside her, plugging her cunt so that the mass of sperm inside her could only sit and bubble away in her guts.

“Oh Keelah.”

Jane grunted and turned her head to see Tali standing just inside the doorway. Her mask was in her hand and her eyes were wide with amazement at seeing Shepard pound Raan for all she was worth. A sweet blush had come over her pale purple cheeks, her eyes darted nervously between Shepard’s face and where her cock speared into Raan.

“S… sorry to interrupt… mistress.” She breathed. “Please… don’t stop on my account.”

“Hah… would… you… like to watch, Tali?” Raan groaned from beneath Shepard, peering over a bicep. “Watch Auntie Raan… get fucked?”

“May I mistress?” Tali asked, biting her lip. “Please?”

“Er.. sure?” Shepard shrugged, panting for breath as Tali scurried closer and perched on the bed. “Um… I’m not…” she began, feeling suddenly uncomfortable, before Raan rocked beneath her and nibbled at her collarbone.

“Mistressss.” She whined. “Don’t stop… please I need more!”’

Shepard groaned as she felt the admiral’s hot, wet cunt suck at her cock desperately, trying to drag her inside, and began to thrust once again. Her attention remained fixed on the gorgeous alien milf beneath her, how Raan blushed and whimpered and jiggled with every motion, but the soft gasps and groans Tali was making to the side were hard to ignore.

As exhausted as she was, the prospect of another round with the beautiful woman beneath her had her stiff as a board, and the longer she fought through the fatigue, the easier it was to put her all into fucking Raan into a sticky mess.

Tali cooed and gasped with amazement and envy as Raan was pounded, nibbling on a finger and grinding her palm against her crotch, aching to get out of the suit but refusing to take her eyes off the breeding pair for an instant.

When at last Raan let out a croaking plea for mercy, Shepard relented, rolling onto her back and wheezing for breath. “Goddamn… Raan… you can… really take a… pounding.”

“Hhah.” Raan managed weakly, laying in place and clutching her cunt as Shepard’s seed slowly oozed out of her. “Th… thank… you.”

Tali smiled and brushed some hair behind her ear, crawling around the exhausted pair to Shepard’s side and giving her a tender stroke. “Would you like me to clean you up?”

Shepard managed a nod and sighed heavily as Tali set to work kissing and licking up every last dollop of thick, virile spunk glistening on her body.

“W… wow.” Tali breathed, running her hands over Shepard’s bicep after she was satisfied her tongue couldn’t possible explore anywhere new.

Shepard smiled mutely and gave her arm a flex beneath Tali’s curious fingers. The little Quarian let out a gasp as she felt the muscle harden and bulge and nibbled her lip.

“I… I always wondered… Keelah you’re so strong.” She mumbled. “I’d never seen anyone naked before, I didn’t realise how p… powerful you are.”

Shepard raised a brow and reached up, grabbing Tali by the hips and hauling her up off the ground to a shriek of surprise. “You like my muscles, huh?” she laughed, holding Tali over her head like a child.

“Oh Keelah.” Raan moaned, rolling onto her front and staring adoringly at Shepard’s gleaming naked body.

“Put me down!” Tali squeaked, cheeks burning a dark plum.

“C’mon Tali, this is a good workout.” Shepard grunted, shifting her grip carefully so she could support Tali’s body, before beginning to hoist her up and down over her chest. “Who needs weights when I’ve got you?”

Raan tittered approvingly and nuzzled close to Shepard’s abs, running her fingers over each rippling muscle and salivating at the thought of yet another round of passionate, primal mating. “Keelah, mistress… if you need a bigger challenge you can try me on for size. I weigh more than our Tali.”

“Hmf.” Shepard grunted, setting a blushing Tali down beside her and wiping her forehead. “Maybe later, Raan… you’ve already worn me out.”

“M…maybe we could just… cuddle?” Tali asked hopefully, eyes darting between Shepard’s face and her sweat-licked body.

Shepard smiled sleepily, “That’d be nice.” She said, reaching out and welcoming Tali under her arm. As both Quarians snuggled up against her chest and wound themselves around her, Shepard let out one last exhausted sigh and laid her head back.

Yes, it had been a very odd week, but Shepard happened to like odd and if this was the shape of how her life was going to be from now on, she could certainly think of worse ways to live.

Doctor In Distress

The 13th Doctor bites off more than she can chew when dealing with a modern day crime syndicate. After defeating gods and aliens, she underestimates the human thugs, and is soon captured and fucked into a mindless toy.

This piece was done by Kinkslayer