Doctor Who: Amy, Captured Ch. 06

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Kurokami
Kurokami
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'Fuck. Now.' Mara answered without looking back. She had no reason to worry about leaving Amy alone with them. Unlike the fourth man, the three she had engaged for this task were scrupulous about the whole agreement. Besides, there were security drones around the place that had witnessed the agreement being made; Amy was registered to her and Sander, if anything happened to her those drones would step in and stop it. As for Amy herself, Mara had issued an order for compliance within reason to the rich gentlemen. She would be just fine, although Mara wondered whether they would be able to make her enjoy it like she and Sander could.

The pair of them disappeared into the men's room. Sometimes Mara liked the classic settings. The door slammed closed behind them.

Amy watched as, for the first time in a long time, she was separated from her captors. Part of her crowed; this was her first chance to escape in forever!

The elation only lasted a matter of seconds before cold, painful reality closed in once more; even if she was free of Sander and Mara, that just meant that she had been left alone with a group of strangers on an alien world thousands of miles from an earth that would be completely unrecognizable even if she found some way to get there.

Nevertheless, she tried to wrench her body into movement, the thought of escape too valuable not to act upon it. But her limbs wouldn't move, that cursed collar feeling cold around her neck. She gritted her teeth as she was lifted bodily onto the cool unyielding table, a pair of surprisingly gentle hands snaking between her thighs to guide her legs apart. Amy looked around; found that she was surrounded on all sides by an audience of unmoving men and women, all eyes glued on her and the three men above her.

These people knew when free entertainment was in the offing, that was for sure...

The man who had hold of her thighs regarded Amy with coolly clinical interest, noting every peak and valley of her delicious body. He smiled a gentleman's smile and stroked a hand down Amy's belly, her muscles quivering at his touch.

'You just lay back, young lady,' He said, and for the first time Amy realized that he was old enough to be her father- although he certainly took far better care of himself than that. 'Lay back and enjoy.'

Amy shook her head and raised herself up onto her elbows, 'No, wait-' She was silenced by a finger on her lips.

'No,' Said a much younger man, roughly her own age, that stood above her head, 'You don't get to talk.' His voice was soft, but firm enough that Amy knew no opposition could be tendered. Besides, the collar was working to their voices, in a limited capacity. Amy felt her tongue grow soft and pliant in her mouth; she would be speechless until their engagement was concluded. She did note the shape of the order didn't disallow other kinds of noises; these people were almost as proficient with the Command Collar as Sander was.

The third man was staying quiet, which Amy found distinctly unsettling. There was something in him; in the way he stood with his back curving over her, the way his fringe fell to cover his eyes, his brittle, overly sharp smile.

'Oh, don't worry about him,' Said the older man, seemingly reading her thoughts. 'He's a gentle soul, really. Just a little quiet.'

'Can we get down to business?' Said the younger man impatiently.

'Ah, yes,' Said the older man. 'That.'

The hand that had come to rest on Amy's pelvis moved down further to caress between her legs. His fingers came up glistening, coated in the dew of her previous arousal.

'I must say, your mistress has a very enticing sales pitch,' The older man said approvingly, his damp hand plunging between her legs. 'Not to mention, she does know how to prepare a slave for the deed...'

Amy moaned as his experienced fingers moved inside her, as the younger man stroked his hand through her luxuriously thick hair, as the silent man kneaded her breasts. Every sound she made was tinged in a mix of lust and tantalizing despair as she realized that, even free of Sander and Mara, she was still entirely within their power, even to the point where she would be fucked by three strangers.

The older man saw no need to delay any further; the girl was already dripping wet and her hips ground against his hand with every forward thrust. He extended a single finger from his free hand, poking Amy in the chest and lowering her back down onto her back. Her head drooped to one side, refusing to meet his gaze as she heard a zipper drop. In moments she felt the unfamiliar cock prodding against her pussy, finding entry into her slick tunnel.

He set up a gentle pace, slowly screwing Amy in such a way that his cock rubbed with increasing friction against her sensitive walls. Even looking away from this sight, Amy began a series of deep, pleasured, tortured sobs as the heat built into a heavy ball in the pit of her stomach.

Then another zipper descended, and Amy felt a firm hand grab hold of her own and lift it. The silent man, having obviously drawn the short straw, wrapped her long, delicate fingers around his throbbing erection and directed her to stroke him. Amy wanted nothing more than to refuse, a look of revulsion flitting across her face, but she knew that a single word from any of these newcomers would make it happen regardless of what she wanted. She sniffled, her fingers travelling the length of his shaft.

In the back of her mind, she knew what was coming even before it did. The younger man shifted position, guiding Amy's head around so that she was staring down the eye of a third tumescent phallus. She whined at what she was now expected to do, her eyes closing, tears squeezed from the corners. With one cock already lodged deep within her and bringing her closer and closer to a thunderous climax, and with another stroked to hardness by her own hand, Amy knew there was no point in arguing. Things had already progressed beyond the point of no return. Sobbing, her lips parted.

The younger man rubbed the head of his cock across her cheek and down over her chin, the sheer heat and heft of it causing Amy's skin to crawl with distaste. He grinned, pressing the tip into her mouth and against her tongue, forcing it down to the floor of her mouth. He savoured the soft, wet texture of the muscle as it rippled and tensed against his member, and the look of disgust in the slave's eyes as the taste of him filled her mouth.

Amy's nose filled with the scent of sweat and expensive soap as the hard, hot piece of meat filled her mouth and her face was brought closer and closer to the younger man's crotch. His hand was on the back of her head, preventing her escape as his hips pushed slowly forward toward Amy's sweet, fuckable mouth.

God this bitch is hot, he thought, enjoying the sensation of Amy's feather-soft lips wrapped around his dick. He slid his full length into her mouth, making her gag and try to pull away. He savoured the vibrations caused by her muffled protests, pushing in as deeply as possible and staying there, the tip of his cock lodged in her throat.

The older man groaned and thrust forward into Amy's increasingly heated cunt, starting a chain reaction where Amy slid forward over the table, forcing the younger man's cock further down her throat. She coughed violently and pulled away, but the younger man increased the pressure on the back of her head, stopping her from completely removing his prick from her mouth. It rested on her tongue, her lips forming a slack seal around it.

'Now, don't you stop, slave,' The younger man said in a hoarse voice. 'Don't you stop.'

He slid deeper, directing Amy to bob her head on his achingly hard meat. She found herself at the centre of a chaotic, fucking mass; one cock now pounding her pussy, one forcing its way down her throat, another with her hand wrapped around it, and the constant pressure of the staring audience leaning in closer to get a better look at her tormented flesh. Fresh tears began to flow as she the reality of her situation really began to sink in.

She whimpered around the knob in her mouth, pleasure racing up her spine despite herself. The older man was incredibly skilled at what he was doing, his cock rubbing deep inside her. He began a slow fingering motion over her engorged, needy clit, making every muscle in her body convulse and shudder with desire. Amy's mind flowed with pleasure and confusion, knowing that she should be horrified that she was being raped by three strangers, but unable to deny the storm of heat growing in her belly.

Oh no, Amy thought, please no...

Her pussy clamped down around the cock lodged in it, her legs wrapped around the older man's waist and she screamed around the dick in her mouth as her back arched in orgasm. Her juices spilled freely as she came, her legs shaking and her breasts jiggling. She closed her eyes, ashamed, as the crowd erupted into applause at her thunderous, screaming climax.

The older man grunted as the slave's vagina pulsed and spasmed around his cock, tipping him over the edge into his own orgasm. Amy sobbed at each pulsing thrust, feeling him fill her up with shot after shot of hot cum.

Seconds later, she felt the first blast of salty cum on her tongue as the younger man finished up. Perhaps feeling that Amy hadn't been humiliated enough, or perhaps just playing up for the crowd, the younger man slipped his cock from her mouth and aimed, shooting his load all over her face. Amy flinched, moaning in despair at each shot that coated her face. Her hand clenched on the silent man's dick, pushing him over the edge too.

He gripped her wrist and aimed his cock so that he came over her tits, her chest covered in his sticky load. All three men withdrew, the younger man wiping his dick clean in Amy's hair. Amy lay still, panting and sobbing, crying and covered in cum. She tried to yell something, but found that she still wasn't able to speak. A tiny, despairing noise escaped her throat.

'Woo!' Came Mara's voice from the back of the crowd. 'That's what I call a show!'

She slipped to the fore, dragging a dazed looking Sander by the hand. She peered closely at the thoroughly messed up Amy, her neck craning to inspect her from multiple angles.

'So, how was that, Amy?' Mara grinned. 'Seemed as though you liked that, the way you were screaming.'

'Fuck you!' Amy panted, the anger glinting in her eyes rendered meaningless by her cum-coated face.

A towel landed in her lap, and she heard a voice retreating from the room, 'There you are, young lady!' It was the older man. 'Thank you, that was wonderful!'

'C'mon, this place is beginning to bore me,' Mara sighed as Amy began desperately wiping herself off. Her furious eyes filled with tears, a hoarse growl escaped her throat, and she pivoted on the table, launching herself at Mara with hands extended.

'Command: Freeze!' Sander shouted, one hand outstretched. Amy stopped, practically in midair, and crumpled to the ground with a sound of animal frustration. Her hands shook; she didn't know why she had just done that. She had just... snapped. But she had failed, and now she would have to accept whatever punishment these two felt was necessary.

Sander knelt beside her, took hold of her chin and lifted her face so he could look her in the eyes. He gave her an incredulous look.

'That was ill-advised,' He said. 'I wouldn't go making a repeat performance of that.'

'I guess we'll have to punish her. What a pain,' Mara grinned. 'For her, I mean.'

'Alright, Mara. No need to belabour a point. Let's go.' Sander stood, gripping Amy's hand and pulling her to her feet. 'Command: Don't attack either of us ever again.' He shook his head in vague disappointment; he had thought her smarter than that.

As the three of the reached the exit, Mara turned back into the room, waving to the still-transfixed crowd, 'Okay guys!' She said brightly, 'We're off to punish our slave! Wish us luck!'

The crowd cheered, energized by Mara's... whatever that was. Sander shook his head again, but found himself unable to suppress a grin. He didn't know what the immediate future held, for any of them.

But that look in Mara's eyes, that indefinable twinkle... She had something in mind. And with the naked Amy gripped tightly in one hand and Mara skipping down the hall ahead of them, one thought achieved dominance in Sander's mind.

This was going to be all kinds of fun.

To be continued...

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AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Great stuff

just wanted to say what an enjoyable series this has been so far, can't wait to see what's next for Amy

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
Great

Yet another magnificent read, can't wait for the next part!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago

another excellent installment. Things get worse for Amy and better for the reader. Can't wait to read what's going to happen to her next.

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