Doctor Who: Amy, Captured Ch. 05

Mara stared back, unblinking, her toes curling as the rubbing inside her ignited a powerful heat. She lifted herself up off her back, grabbing Sander's hand and guiding it to her breasts, using her new leverage to pull him down onto the bed with her. In a rare show of submission, she allowed Sander to dictate the pace of their fucking, wrapping her legs around his waist and surrendering completely to his skilled- and increasingly forceful- thrusts.

He held himself over her, propped up on one arm as his free hand glided across every inch of Mara's beautiful body. Her skin was perfect, as smooth as marble to the touch. She pulled him down, kissing him forcefully as her hands worked to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt. The rich, heavy scent of her perfume, the taste of her mouth on his, the sweet, wonderful warmth of her body melding into Sander's with every deep thrust, the tiny, delicate sound of her squealing; all of it combined into a single, sensuous moment of pure, unadulterated heat.

But Mara wasn't done yet. Sander hadn't just recruited her for her skills in the bedroom, and even in the throes of passion he could see her mind working away behind those intoxicating azure eyes. One hand shot out across the bed, grabbed Amy by the scruff of her neck and forced her in for a rough, crushing kiss that left them both breathless. She grinned, white teeth sparkling and gritted to prevent herself from crying out, and she gestured with her free hand, offering their little pet to him, as though she was just a tool for their mutual pleasure. Sander took full advantage, forcing his tongue into her mouth before dipping his head to tease her delicate pink nipples. He could hear, just past Mara's increasingly strident pants, Amy's breath quicken as he did so. Mara nodded as she noticed the look in his eye, one hand trailing down between her legs to rub at her swollen clit.

'Amy...' She began, panting with each stroke. 'Command:... Play with.... Yourself... Uh! Use... One of the t-toys... from the closet... Quickly now! Ah!'

Sander crushed Mara's body to his now bare chest, his teeth nipping at her shoulder, 'Well, Mara?' He whispered in her ear, his hot breath so close it made her shudder with excitement. 'Am I man enough for you? Handling you...' He thrust in, causing her to scream, 'Well enough for your liking?'

'Oh, fuck yes!' She groaned, burying her face in his neck. Amy had returned from her trip to the ominous black armoire, having selected a thin silver vibrator for her pleasure. She knelt next to them on the bed, her knees spread as wide as she could. Her hand rose, then fell between her creamy thighs, pressing the vibrator into her folds. The tinny buzz of the machine beginning its work could be heard, when Mara was quiet enough to hear anything but her exaltations.

'Now, you g-get yourself off, Amy,' Mara moaned. 'As many... times as possible.'

Amy whined pathetically as her hand pressed the vibrator harder against her love button. The tiny device was merciless, buzzing against her vulnerable opening, building the terrible pressure and heat within her. The bed beneath her quickly became slick with her juices. Her eyes were drawn inexorably to Sander and Mara's high-energy lovemaking as if it were a private show just for her. Her eyes clouded with lust and, despite the objections of her mind, she came, teeth gritted and muscles shuddering as the vibrator slipped inside her pussy.

To her horror, she discovered that another climax was building within her, mere moments after coming down from her first. The nature of Mara's order became clear to her; obviously, she had become bored with merely denying her orgasms until she begged for them.

'How are you... going, Sander?' Mara teased through clenched teeth. 'Ready to... cum yet?'

'Fuck you, Mara!' Sander hissed.

'You already are, genius!'

'I know! And I can... keep going just as long as you can!'

Mara whimpered, and it was a soft, wonderful sound, 'Truth is... I don't know how much longer I can last, boss.'

Sander leaned in and kissed her again, nipping at her bottom lip, 'Then let go and enjoy yourself. There's no restrictions on cumming between us... or at all, by the sounds of it,' He jerked his head towards Amy, who was in the throes of a third orgasm.

'Oh, good. Because I've already got off, lover,' She offered him her trademark sarcastic smile. 'And now I want you to cum in me, Sander.' She gave a low groan as he pressed his thumb into her clit. 'It's been a while since I've done that...'

'You are fucking magnificent,' Sander rumbled, bending low to lick at her nipples. He thrust in as deeply as he could, giving off a long, loud growl as he came, unloading shot after shot of cum into Mara's pulsating tunnel. She grew languid in his arms as he withdrew from her, his still twitching cock suddenly bereft of her warmth. Amy was screaming beside them, but they were lost in the afterglow.

'Damn, man...' Mara breathed, kissing Sander on the cheek.

'Yeah...' He said vaguely, rolling onto his back beside her. 'That was fun.'

'Yes it was!' Mara chuckled, her eyes drifting to the twitching, shaking form of Amy Pond. 'What do we do with her?'

'After letting me do that? Anything you want!'

'I didn't "let" you do anything, Sander,' Mara propped herself up on one arm, anxious to let her boss know that she hadn't acquiesced to anything. 'We didn't do anything I didn't want to, and after your performance, well... It can be a repeated thing, if you like,' She broke eye contact, seeming a little uncomfortable. Maybe she had intimacy issues, Sander didn't know. Didn't care, either, if what she was offering was casual sex.

'I would like that, you bloody beautiful thing...' He pulled closer, nuzzling at the curve of her shoulder. She shrugged him off.

'Nuh-uh. A kiss is just a kiss, remember?'

'And a fuck is just a fuck, except when it isn't, Mara. You were looking kind of cozy with me just then.'

'You must be mistaken,' She said, with a little smile. 'Besides, you shouldn't ruin the moment. Just enjoy it for what it is, Sander. Don't think of the future, okay? It just clouds the present.'

'Alright...' He said, knowing deep down that this wasn't over yet. He kissed her again, passionately, deeply. No, this wasn't quite over. Not yet.

'I... don't mean t-to interrupt,' Amy gasped, sex toy still pressed deeply inside her soaking vagina. 'Well, actually... Y-yes I do. Ah!' She cried out as her pussy clenched down around the vibrator and another orgasm struck her like a physical blow.

'Oh, right... Keep going. I don't mean to interrupt, either,' Mara grinned, biting down on Sanders broad shoulder one last time before withdrawing from his embrace, picking herself up off the bed and padding lithely over to the wardrobe.

She swung the doors wide, but from Sander's perspective the contents of the thing remained a mystery. He toyed with the idea of joining her, but he didn't want to send the wrong message, and besides, she was way more imaginative when it came to these matters than he could ever be.

She returned to the bed, holding aloft a black silk blindfold in one hand, with the other holding something behind her back. She tossed the blindfold to Sander, 'You know what to do!' She said brightly, winking.

He nodded, crawling over to Amy and wrapping the thick material around her eyes, causing her to whimper helplessly, her sweetly scented dew still dripping from between her legs. At another corner of the room, Mara was busy threading a pair of steel shackles through a hook in the roof. At her feet was a bright pink spreader bar.

'Oh, I see...' Sander nodded approvingly, prompting Mara to raise a finger to her lips and "Shhh!" him. He laughed. So did she.

Amy's mouth gaped as she struggled to breathe, huge, wracking sobs of pleasure and shame coursing through her. Her legs trembled as the vibrator continued its merciless work. Her ass was resting in a pool of her own juices, and the muscles of her flanks pulsed and tightened seemingly at random. Her head turned to the source of every noise in the room, fruitlessly trying to penetrate the veil of her blindfold.

Sander took Amy's hand and pulled her to her feet. The command had not been retracted, so she persisted in fucking herself with the vibrator. Her legs shook, and barely supported her as she was lead under the hook, and her hands were guided firmly up above her head, slid into the cold, biting manacles.

'Oh, come on!' Amy cried, as she felt the unyielding metal close around her wrists. At least she was free of the vibrator now.

'Silence!' Mara shouted, laying a forceful open-palmed slap on Amy's shapely bottom. She jerked in her restraints, crying loudly.

'Please...' She whimpered.

'Hey! Didn't you hear the lady?' Sander growled, getting into the spirit of this new game. 'Your Mistress demands silence.'

Mara gave him the thumbs up, nodding with energetic approval. She gave him the universal "go on..." gesture.

'But since you obviously don't listen, things will get a little harder for you,' He continued, reaching up to take hold of the chains and loop them around the hook even tighter, shortening Amy's available wiggle-room, the end result of which was that she was forced onto the tips of her toes, body hanging there with a delicious forward curve. Her breasts jutted forward, and Sander couldn't resist reaching up to cup them in his large hands, thumbs tickling the nipples.

'You are ours, Amy Pond,' He said slowly, looking to Mara for approval. She gave it with a particularly toothy smile.

'Okay, hit it, Mara,' Sander shrugged, stepping away and ceding control to a more experienced party.

'Good choice, Sander,' Mara stepped forward, running her hands down Amy's waist. She wiggled her eyebrows at Sander, and began tickling Amy's vulnerable skin. She laughed, helplessly, despairingly, sobbing in deep breaths whenever her lungs were exhausted.

'Stop! Stop!' She begged breathlessly, and Mara did. Once again, her hand descended, spanking Amy hard enough to leave a red welt.

'We demanded silence, Pond. Perfectly responsive body, housing a disobedient mind, it seems.'

Sander shook his head, 'As if we didn't already know that...'

'In any case, punishment!' Mara skipped softly across the carpet, back to the black armoire. She pointed over her shoulder at the spreader bar on the floor, then at Amy. She dipped further into the closet.

Dutifully, Sander took hold of Amy's ankles and slotted them into the cuffs at either end of the bar, listening to her bite back her protests and whimper as Sander ran a hand firmly down her buttock. With her legs spread wide, Amy's pussy was on full display, and Sander couldn't resist running a finger along her dew-covered folds, tasting her juices.

'Ah-ha! Now we're cooking with fire!' Mara crowed, jumping back from the closet and pumping her fists in the air, each hand tightly curled around a small object.

'What? What's up?' Sander moved in for a closer look. Mara glanced up, speculatively. He really was quite a handsome man...

She shook her head, 'Check this out.'

Mara produced a little black rod and wiggled it in Sander's face. Sander nodded, understanding dawning on his face.

'Mara, that's a rather ugly mind you have.'

'You love it.'

'Sure,' Sander sighed, following Mara to inspect Amy's helpless form. Mara dipped down, sliding the tiny device along Amy's slit before driving it in until the end disappeared between her labia. Amy moaned in frustration, her hands pulling against the shackles.

This was a familiar situation; naked, tied and blindfolded. Amy ground her teeth, searching her manacles for any weakness or gap that would allow her to escape. She knew that, even if she were to escape her bonds, she would be frozen in place and reprimanded even more harshly. But it didn't matter. She needed to do something, anything, to resist what was happening to her. Every second she remained in captivity she was becoming more and more like a possession of these people. She simply had to resist, to fight back, to be herself in the face of each and every new humiliation. If she didn't stay alert for any chance to defy her captors, then she really was their slave.

Amy's hips wriggled as the little device settled inside her, mind wandering over every horrible, shameful possibility of what lay in her future. Her eyes were blind; all that was left was the mind's eye.

Mara tossed a palm-sized remote control up into the air and caught it, hitting a button in the instant it landed. Immediately, the device inside Amy began to expand, thickening and lengthening to fill Amy's vagina completely. She was stretched, not to the point of being uncomfortable, but to the point of being totally, perfectly filled. Amy's hips wiggled again; the feeling wasn't entirely unpleasant.

Mara moved; Amy could sense her moving around, so close to her. What was she planning? Amy shrank back a little, knowing that whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good.

Sander's hands were on her back, pushing her back into the center of her range of movement. Mara's smaller, delicate hands cupped her breast, teasing the nipple to hardness with skilled fingers.

'There we go...' She said slowly, lifting her free hand to clip a solid black nipple clamp onto the erect teat. She repeated the process, and both times Amy yelped in pain but, intelligently, she did not speak.

'Okay, I think I know what happens now, but would you care to explain it anyway?' Sander took a seat on the bed, head cocked to one side.

'It's easy,' Mara began. 'I hit this button, and...'

The device in Amy's cunt began to vibrate powerfully, stimulating the entire length of her tunnel. She cried out in ecstasy, her hips bucking back and forth, humping the air. Mara hit the button again, and the sensations ceased.

'I hit the other button, and...'

The nipple clamps began generating electricity, knocking the breath from Amy's lungs and burning into her chest. Her back arched, and she screamed. Again, the button was pressed.

'And they operate on timers, so...'

First, the vibrator, making Amy moan. Thirty seconds later it shut off. Thirty seconds after that, the clamps started up, again for thirty seconds, before shutting off.

'It's a simple game, Amy,' Mara said, her face mere inches from the blindfolded captive. 'I'll keep these fun little toys on thirty second cycles. If you can remain completely silent for one hour, then nothing further will happen to you today. If you moan, if you scream, if you make any sound at all, you shall use your mouth and pussy to serve us all night.' Mara's eyes glinted warmly, 'If you speak, just one single word, then Sander will take you in the ass. Maybe I will too, there's plenty of ways for me to accomplish that.'

Amy shrank back to the very edge of her movement range. That had been the one act that she had never allowed. Something about it had just seemed... wrong, somehow. There are certain things that shouldn't go in certain places, she had always thought. She sobbed.

'Oh, already? I haven't even turned the thing on yet!' Mara said. 'Not that it matters. The game isn't actually on yet. But it is now,' Mara threw the switch, and Amy bore the first vibrations stoically, without even a sound. Mara smiled in satisfaction.

'I'm going to take a shower,' Mara yawned. 'Keep an eye on her.'

'Oh, can't I come with you?' Sander said, with just a touch of neediness. He sort of liked the idea of having Mara again.

'No, Sander!' Mara said reproachfully. 'I really need you to be good, right now!' She backed away from him into the bathroom, eyes showing concern. Could it be that she had made a mistake letting him get so intimate? She hadn't realized that sex with her would be so addictive.

She slipped down the small hallway and into the cool tiled bathroom. She stared at herself in the mirror. What was going on with him? Eye contact during sex? As a rule of thumb, Mara had found that there were plenty of other places that her lovers looked to during sex, but they rarely held her gaze as long as Sander had.

More to the point, what was wrong with her? Sure, the sex had been amazing, but, well... It had just been a whim, but Mara felt that there were repercussions in the offing. She fucking hated having to stick around for the consequences of her actions...

She shook her head to dislodge the thought. Sander was her employer, nothing more. She stepped into the shower, and started the water running over her, hot almost to the point of scalding. There was still plenty to do.

It would be interesting to see whether Amy could last the hour or not...

To be continued...