Doctor Who: Panic Moon Ch. 19

Not that Ren seemed at all impressed; if anything, her grin only widened as she approached Christina, chuckling to herself, 'Oh, that look, Chrissie? I like that look. Who knows what I'll do to you if you keep wearing that look...' With that, Ren's arm snapped out, fingers winding through Christina's hair as the brunette was practically dragged forward so Ren could force her tongue down her throat. Christina made an inarticulate sound of surprise and indignation as Ren pushed herself viciously forward against her sharp struggles to pull away, kissing the noblewoman so deeply she was surely hitting her tonsils by now. When she finally pulled away, it was with a massive gasp for air.

'Ah, see?!' Ren grinned goofily, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. 'Best you put on a smile instead, or I just won't keep my hands off of you, Chris-chan. Speaking of smiles, I've brought you girls a little something to keep our road trip interesting for you. 'Cause... you can't really play eye-spy in space, it gets boring pretty quick.'

Ren fished around in the deep pockets of her hoody for a moment, withdrawing a set of objects that she dangled from her fingers. Immediately, Amy realized that all four of her group were wearing skirts, and her heart dropped into her stomach.

'Alright ladies,' Ren showed altogether too many teeth, in a smile that reminded Amy of her younger sister, 'Command: panties down.'

Ren had them stand in a line before her, and as each of them obeyed helplessly, sliding their underwear down to their knees, relieved that this time at least their skirts were long enough to keep them adequately covered, Amy began to get a shape of the kind of game Ren wanted to play. Dangling from her fingers were a set of four small, egg-like objects that, to everyone present were clearly vibrators. Worse still, Ren insisted on inserting them herself.

Down the line she went, lifting the front of each captive's skirt in turn and pressing the little, streamlined egg up into them with two fingers. She was clearly spending more time there than she strictly needed to, and at around the time Amy- who was third in line- was stifling a moan with Ren two knuckles deep inside of her and rubbing her clit with the third, she noticed that there was a distinct color coding going on.

Perhaps it was just a game Ren was playing with herself to keep entertained, but each toy was certainly a different color that seemed to match its target; Christina's had been a deep black like her hair, a trait that had continued into Sally's light brown and Amy's orange toys. Lorna's had been a deep and, Ren had assured her, forest green. In response, Lorna had simply murmured a short sentence in her native language, and Amy had gleaned enough from their chat to know it was probably a prayer. She made a mental note to interrogate Lorna about her alien homeworld when next she got a chance, finding herself utterly fascinated by the idea of humans growing up on new worlds with new cultures... only this time without the kidnapping angle that had dictated her interactions with the last such group of specimens.

'Only two rules here, girls,' Ren said finally, her work complete, as she went back along the line, sliding her plaything's panties back up their hips to fit snugly over the devices. 'One, Command: don't mention your new toys to anyone else. And two, well... you'll figure out exactly how much power those little guys have soon enough. Try not to squirm, and if you get too frustrated you could always try begging to old Ren for a bit of relief... If you're brave enough.'

Suddenly, she had four remote controls in her hand, and she thumbed the switches from off to on, laughing a little as all four girls doubled over immediately, the little eggs buzzing away incessantly inside them. Sally was the first to moan, but she wasn't the last. Only Christina seemed able to hold out from audibly showing how she was being affected, though Lorna did manage to suppress her moans eventually through incessant, low volume prayer. That only seemed to amuse Ren.

'We'll see how long that lasts,' She said, nodding sagely. 'We'll see.'

And with that, Sander came to collect them all and herd them up the ramp and into the deep crimson bulk of the ship. The crew talked amongst themselves, and Amy found herself envying their freedom; she longed to be able to do the same with Lorna and Sally. The three of them shared furtive, strangled glances as often as they could, as the little eggs buzzed away inside them. Even as Christina strode confidently into the ship, looking unperturbed, Amy registered a slight wobble in her walk, taking it to mean that in reality, her panties were probably just as soaked as Amy's own.

'Okay,' Ren nodded, taking in the interior of the ship. 'Not bad, Sander. I'll give you this one.'

For Amy it had only been a few months, and she remembered clearly Sander's old ship, the tiny little shuttle that had taken the three of them to Theros and back. That ship had been designed merely for transport, not comfort; it had kept in the air and gotten them offworld, but that was the extent of what it did for them.

By contrast, though from the outside the new cruiser had the same sparse, flat metal angles of his previous ship, the interior actually reflected Sander's apparently immense material wealth. Amy stepped onto a thick, soft carpet, seemingly suffused with its own internal glow. Demonstratively, Sander touched a segment on the wall nearest the door, making it burst into illuminated life, expanding out from the center into a scrolling series of menus and options. Seconds later, Sander was making the carpet shift through a series of different patterns, the colors drifting through a sea of momentary static into new shapes; a succession of artifacts from cultures both known and unknown to Amy. Beside her, Tsugi made an impressed noise.

'Holographic carpet fibers,' He said, head tilting to one side. 'That is... needlessly expensive. Awesome.'

'Hey, how come when it was just us we went for years with that crappy little shuttle and suddenly now we've got this cool thing?' Mara asked, prodding Sander with her elbow. 'I can't even gloat that I got to ride in this before anyone else, now.'

'I bought you a moon, dear,' Sander said. 'How many women can say that about their boyfriends?'

'You bought me a hollow moon,' She pouted, the expression shifting into a grin as she draped her arms around him. 'And then you filled it with junk. How typically male.'

The group was ushered through the airlock, and the more Amy thought about it, the stranger it became that the airlock was carpeted; someone was clearly showing off a little. The deck beyond was fashioned in much the same manner; glowing carpet bristling with future technology, metal shod walls of softly polished silver gently curving up into a ceiling lined with track lights. Amy focused on each element in turn, one after the other, trying to force her attention away from her pussy and the slickness on her underwear.

When she looked over, she saw that Sally had gone quite red, chewing absently on her bottom lip with her eyes locked in a thousand yard stare. It occurred to her then that, of all the women Sander had torn from the timeline, of all the women here on Trismestigius, Sally was the one most like her. The only one with a contemporaneous background of a similar social class. Amy couldn't relate to the globe-trotting, action packed life of crime that Christina had lived, but Sally... Sally had lived the closest to what Amy could consider a "normal" life. She felt she and the newcomer came from the same place.

But... That wasn't really right, was it? Sally was the normal one, not her. Amy's whole life had been informed, sculpted by the Doctor, going back into her childhood. In her lifetime she had seen alien skies, events before her birth and after her death, met people from dozens of races and species and even travelled with a man who may well turn out to be the most important one in, well, ever. But what about Sally?

They hadn't gotten into how she knew the Doctor, nor Lorna either, when she thought about it, but Sander had been fairly clear on one point; they weren't involved enough to properly deserve a stay on Trismestigius. If it hadn't been for a Marduk-related glitch in the mechanism, neither of them would ever have appeared here. So Amy had to wonder; would she be the weird one to Sally?

There were the things she thought about, as she was ushered into the "neck" of the ship; the wide passage between the bulk of the living quarters and the cockpit. But with a little time, her train of thought was always derailed, as she was dragged back into her body; the wetness between her legs and her growing lust became a kind of organic background noise, making her thighs tighten and her entire body groan in protest. She knew she was blushing. When she looked around, she knew she wasn't alone; by now even Christina had gone red.

With the cockpit at one end, the neck of the ship was lined at both ends with leather seats, replete with crash harnesses. While Sander and Mara took the pair of pilot's seats, the rest of the group arrayed themselves along the banks of harnesses, strapping into the- surprisingly user friendly- devices; Tsugi and Ren sitting at either side of the captives, the latter's grin sharp and pointed, daring them to even try to speak out. Sally tried not to stare openly at Lysithea and Dulcimer, who sat opposite. She regarded the pair of aliens with a mix of interest and suspicion. Dulcimer waved back, somehow contriving to look serene even without a face.

'Alright folks, are we ready?' Sander grinned over his shoulder, fingers working at the control banks even as he looked away. 'Jericho, what about you? How're we doing?'

'I am prepared, Sander,' The A.I's voice issued from a pair of speakers set low on the console. 'All diagnostics are showing acceptable variances, you are cleared to exit atmosphere. I will maintain our home while you are gone.'

'Sorry we can't take you with us,' Sander said. 'But you're kind of important here, my friend. Especially the way things are now.'

'I know,' Jerry said. 'I'm here to assist.'

The rest of the conversation became hushed and filled with what was, to Amy, incomprehensible techno babble. She cast her eyes over her newfound allies, saw Christina grinding her teeth with a frustrated scowl, eyes burning, a challenging glare directed at Ren. It went unnoticed by the rest of the group, especially Lorna and Sally, who fidgeted constantly in their harnesses, thighs tight under the fabric of their skirts.

And then the ship began to take off.

A great, shuddering vibration went through the outer hull of the ship as numerous ports along the sides began spewing out great gouts of blue tinged flame, licking at the landing pad as the Gespenst made its first tentative motions skyward. Even through the stabilizers and gravity modules embedded throughout the length and breadth of the craft, the stresses of accelerating the shining red bulk of the ship to escape velocity could not be suppressed entirely; Amy could feel it, through every point of contact she had with the cool, silver-tinted surfaces. And that was where she began experiencing problems.

Beside her, Sally moaned, the sound mercifully covered by the rush of the engines propelling them upward. Amy could understand why; the seat beneath her juddered and vibrated, the force of it shaking up her hips in a highly specific way that interacted with the vibrating egg lodged inside her. Had Ren known that this would happen?

It seemed to go on for far too long, her bottom and thighs shaking, the steel edged frame of the harness pressed against her breasts producing the same effect there. When it was over, Amy had to almost stop herself from panting. Her underwear clung to her crotch, soaked through. From the looks on Lorna and Sally's faces, they couldn't have been far off, either.

A realization hit Amy, as the ship eased back into silence and stillness, and she craned her neck to look into the cockpit; specifically, to see the large, wraparound screen that functioned as the windscreen for the ship. The deep blackness of space stretched out before the craft, dotted with stars. A smaller, inset window showed a view of Trismestigius retreating slowly into the distance, intricate cloud formations occluding vast expanses of ocean and, beyond the continent that Amy had seen, immense mountain ranges across the seas.

No matter how many times she saw that view, of infinity dominating the sky around her, Amy could never get used to it. She prodded Sally, pointed her to it, watched the previously earthbound girl light up with the sheer, heady joy of discovery; even Christina seemed fascinated, at least for a moment.

It took Amy back to her first time offworld, spirited away in the middle of the night, the day before her wedding. The Doctor had been there, of course, and she felt a familiar pang of isolation and loneliness run through her. Even with her new allies, had anything really improved?

With mechanical precision, the harnesses retracted, sliding back against the seat and freeing the girls to resettle themselves, attempt to surreptitiously guide their vibrators away from the more sensitive spots inside of them. Ren chuckled softly to herself, laying her hand on Amy's shoulder as she lifted herself out of her seat, strutting down into the body of the ship.

'Can you handle things from here, Hackett?' Mara asked, from beside him. 'I'm kinda hungry.'

Sander nodded, too absorbed in ensuring the ship wouldn't suddenly explode to answer verbally. As Mara wandered off, the four in the Command Collars tentatively stood to follow her. Sander raised a hand from his seat, the other continuing to work the controls.

'No, you girls stay put,' He said, gesturing them back to their seats. 'Somebody has to keep an eye on you, it might as well be me.'

'Oh, I don't know...' Mara grinned. 'I could probably take one or two with me for... personal use.'

'Mara...'

'Alright, alright,' She giggled, stepping lightly down the corridor to catch up with her sisters. The four women that remained exchanged uncomfortable looks as Sander seemed content to remain in silence for an extended period, absorbed in his work as the girls sat in silence, unwilling to speak up and risk attracting his attention in a decidedly negative way.

Eventually, the ship's course laid in and the autopilot taking much of the burden from him, Sander unbuckled himself from his seat and spun it around, smiling at the girls seated in the mostly empty neck of the ship, 'Now, for many of you, this will be your first field trip with ol' Sander, children. And Amy, it's been a while, so I think we need to go over some ground rules.'

'I think you should tell us where you're taking us,' Amy said, in a deadpan, challenging tone. Behind her, Sally nodded vaguely, more impressed with Amy's ability to stand up to someone who was by all accounts insane and dangerous. She supposed it must come with familiarity, but had yet to decide whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.

'Well, not to give any spoilers, but it's not a place you girls will want to be going to alone,' Sander said. 'Which leads me to my first point: stick around. Wandering away from the tour would be bad, ladies.'

'I see,' Christina said, crisp syllables gilding the air. 'So you won't tell us where we're going, or for what purpose, but running from our kidnappers would somehow be worse than staying with them?'

'That's what I'm saying, yes,' Sander said, frowning. He doubted he would ever fully understand his mind's pronounced reaction to Christina; in Amy, all the snarking and fighting seemed to pose a challenge that he knew he could best. In Christina, those same actions made him want to break the fight out of her. He felt his fingers flex; it must have something to do with the utter, absurd confidence the noblewoman had, even while wearing a collar. It made him want to beat it out of her.

'Also important to note: where we're going, nobody cares that you've been kidnapped,' He continued. 'Not a one. Because there's not a law for that there.'

'Oh, come now! Really?' Christina snapped. 'You expect us to believe that? I refuse to believe that the future is so-'

'Christina, one more outburst like that, and I will be forced to shut you up,' Sander said smoothly, keeping his voice very deliberately even.

'I think you're lying,' She continued, eyes locked in a challenging glare with his. Sander smiled.

'Christina, get up,' Sander's fingers tapped an irritated rhythm on the armrest of his chair. When the noblewoman didn't move, he continued, 'Get up, Christina, or I'll take away your choice. Come here.'

Hesitantly, but with an indignant scowl, Christina got to her feet, lifting herself gracefully out of her seat and padding a few steps toward the target of her ire. Her expression only grew darker as he raised a hand, stopping her in place. He gestured to the floor.

She opened her mouth to argue, but seemed to remember the collar around her neck at the last moment. Glaring at Sander as though she would kill him if she could, she knelt, teeth grinding together as she put herself on all fours, full ass swaying as she crawled towards him, wanting nothing more than to tears out his throat with her teeth.

Especially when his hands reached for his fly as she approached, pulling his flaccid length into the open air.

'Good girl,' He smirked, filled with obscene confidence. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tenting in front of him. 'I think you know what to do, Milady.'

Christina glared up at him, eyes spitting fire even from her knees as she searched for the words she needed to voice her displeasure, 'Fuck you.' She settled on, inarticulately.

Hoping to halt this taunting conversation before it went any further, she leaned in and took the head of Sander's cock between her lips. Her cheeks reddened, whole face flushing hot with humiliation, but she continued, tonguing the underside as effectively as she knew how. The time for escape would come, she knew, but in the meantime it ultimately behooved her to play this bastard's game, and more importantly, to get it over with as quickly as possible.

'No, wait,' Sander shook his head, pulling Christina off of him by the hair. He chuckled at the popping sound her lips made as they finally left him, 'Whoa, didn't know you were that eager, Milady. Hop on under the console, I've got to keep checking the readings.'

She couldn't look at him as she crawled around the side of his chair, for fear of him seeing the pain in her eyes. Her pride, bruised and hurt beyond any experience she had had in the past, was a constant weight in her chest, stung and needled by every crawling movement forward. The lip of the console was too low for her to fit comfortably underneath it, a fact Sander must have been keenly aware of; she needed to spread her legs wide and bow her head simply to make her tall frame compact enough to properly fit beneath it.

Sander pulled at a lever at the bottom of his seat, lowering the entire rig a little to more comfortably slot himself between Christina's legs, his bare feet falling into place under her skirt, dangerously close to the buzzing little device still lubricating her most private area. Unwilling to hear him give her another order, Christina opted to swallow her pride, and ultimately swallow her captor.

'That's right, good girl,' He murmured to her, and she began to hear him working the ship's controls again, perhaps a tad slower than before as he enjoyed the sensations of her lips sliding up and down his shaft. Once Christina had committed herself to the idea of simply getting on with the task before her, no matter how unpleasant, she worked her hardest, employing all the little tricks at her disposal to finish this quickly.