Doctor Who: Panic Moon Ch. 21

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Kurokami
Kurokami
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Though she might have stopped him consciously, Sander's body was working from its usual place of pure id, primal desires driving him into her even as her kiss stopped his brain in its tracks. And as his body worked on autopilot, so did hers; with her senses already enflamed, it was all too easy for Amy to fall into the kind of enthusiasm she really didn't want to display with Sander Hackett...

She pulled away, turning her face to one side and hoping he couldn't see her blush. Had she gotten away in time? Had he caught on already? She couldn't see him, couldn't even gauge a reaction in the gloom, as he continued to thrust in and out of her ever more wet pussy. That is, until he stopped moving altogether, and she heard him breathe out heavily.

'That was interesting,' He whispered to her, breath caressing her ear from out of nowhere. She jumped; how had she missed him moving like that? He was so close!

'Someone got into that a little too much,' His tongue travelled the length of her throat- oh god, he'd moved again!- and Amy's breath caught in her throat. The wet, languorous lick sent a shiver down her body, rocking her right to her clit. He continued, 'I know you're enjoying this, Amy. After all, I'm familiar with your history...'

'And I'm sure that makes you feel better at times,' Amy tried her hardest to keep her voice steady, but he was inside her, and all around her, and she also had to keep her volume down to avoid attracting Mara's attention... She was sure she had at least stuttered, 'But I'd prefer it if we could do this without you whispering sweet nothings in my ear, Sander-Uh!'

Everything fell away, she felt her hips move automatically as Sander whipped his thumb across her clit again. She felt herself trembling, little aftershocks rocking her hips into Sander's waiting thrusts, legs splayed helplessly above her.

'You're really too responsive to start denying now, Amy...' Sander said. 'It only takes a little attention to figure out all your tells and pressure points... And I've been paying more than a little attention. I bet I can make you beg again...'

'We'll see about that,' Amy had to physically stop herself from snapping, steeling herself for what came next even as her entire body seemed close to simmering. She almost melted when he pushed into her, holding himself inside her as his mouth covered hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. His kiss was a blistering, powerful thing that held for far too long, and when it finally broke it left her breathless and trembling.

'Yes,' Sander murmured, still so close to her. 'We will.'

In the dark, Amy was left with nothing but her body- and whatever Sander happened to want to do with it- for company. There was nothing to concentrate on other than what he was doing to her, and nothing to diffuse the sheer intensity of the sensations he was producing. He fucked her in slow, deliberate motions, controlling her pleasure like it was some tidal thing, building and receding, only to build higher yet again. He left a finger on her clit the entire time, adding just the right level of pressure as he withdrew to make her buck her hips, pushing up right onto his waiting cock. In a shamefully short amount of time, her body was roiling with pleasure, arcing higher and higher with each calculated thrust.

'Seems like you're on the edge of moaning,' His voice taunted her from the darkness. 'Wouldn't want to do that. Might wake Mara up, and if she turns on the lights at some inopportune time, she might just see me make you cum...'

'You won't,' She answered back through gritted teeth. Even so, she couldn't help but let out a high, reedy little whimper as Sander responded by pressing down on her clit. For a single, dizzying moment, Amy felt as though she might actually cum through all this, but with merciless precision Sander withdrew all contact at the last possible moment, leaving her panting on the bed, climax receding from her grasp.

'Not without hearing you beg, I won't,' He said, pushing back into her, hard. The sudden feeling of fullness was a shock to her system; without her sight Amy found herself unable to prepare, and she cried out, far more loudly than she had originally intended. She caught herself moments later, as Sander clamped a hand over her mouth, and both sat in silent stillness, waiting to see if she had crossed that line and caused Mara to stir.

'Shh!' Sander hissed at her, when the blonde failed to make an appearance. 'Wouldn't want this party spoiled. Although... Maybe I do. The more the merrier and all that. But all I need to hear is a please, Pond, if you want me to be convinced otherwise.'

If he had been tormenting her before, Sander now seemed to be trying to teach her just how good she had it to be merely tormented. His fingers pressed in with added, torturous pressure, flicking and pinching at Amy's clit in new variations and movements, stoking her internal fires to new heights before allowing them to fall, never dying completely. She found herself assailed in the dark, beset by sensation, a captive of the lusts Sander forced upon her.

Every part of her conscious mind became devoted to suppression; as tight as she was wound, as unbearable as the pressure building inside her was, Amy clenched her jaw, her muscles clenching with it. But the longer she kept it up, the more she became convinced that she was doing it just to keep silent, that Sander simply wouldn't give up until she begged. He had done it before, kept her writhing and shamefully wet until she had given in, broken down and said exactly what he wanted her to say.

He knew exactly where to press... oh god...

Hadn't she done exactly as he had asked and slept naked for precisely this reason? Wouldn't it be easier to just submit? Didn't she... Didn't she need it? Sally had helped her through a similar situation...

But doing so would mean submitting to Sander. Although she couldn't actually see his smugness, and that was a bonus... She would still have to beg for him. She would still have to bear herself through his orgasm. Could she do that?

She would have to. Sander's mastery over her body was almost supernatural. Her clit throbbed under his touch, wetness leaking out over her thighs. She couldn't hold out, every stroke of his dick filled her with heat, flushed her skin red, boiled her nerves. She could hardly think, beyond the singular desire not to cry out. Not to give him even a single sound.

But then he pressed into her hard, overworked clit so insistently it almost hurt...

'Oh, please...' She panted, the word slipping out before she even knew what she was saying. Immediately, Sander froze, coming to a complete stop with only the tip of his cock within her. She had been so close, and he had stopped... How on earth could he keep doing that?

'What was that, Pond?' There was a terrible power in his voice, a surety that Amy could no longer deny. 'Oh, right... You probably don't want to get any louder, huh? Well, whisper it to me. Whimper sweetly into mine ear, and perhaps I shall grant your wish.'

She felt the heat of his face so close to her own, and for a moment her lips pursed, so determined was she not to give him the satisfaction. But it was the last, pathetic vestige of resistance, and it broke down the moment he started moving inside her again.

'Please,' She grumbled, the urge to turn her head aside almost overwhelming. 'Please let me cum.'

'There you go! Politeness gets rewarded, Pond,' He kissed her lightly on the lips, the gesture chaste and oddly humiliating in its familiarity. 'Hold on to something...'

During the entire exchange he had kept her teetering on the edge, the pad of his thumb stroking her clit with agonizing lightness, the end result of which was that she simply could not keep her voice steady as she bit the bullet and begged. Her frustrated pleasure had laced her Scottish tones, breath catching in her throat with every all too fleeting touch to her most private parts.

And so when it came time to finally bring Amy over that edge, Sander was well equipped. He pushed into her, fucking her open and sensitive cunt with far more force than he had employed previously tonight, the sheer power behind the motion shocking her into orgasm. She trembled, back arching off the mattress, inadvertently pressing her breasts against his bare chest. Her entire body shook as ecstasy climbed her spine, shredded her nerves and sent her pussy into spasms around his still moving cock. Her jaw clenched tighter, tongue stilled in her mouth, desperate to avoid crying out her pleasure, signaling her climax to the sleeping Mara. To be this wrung out and overworked, and then to have to deal with this man's girlfriend...

She couldn't take it.

So she was forced to ride out her orgasm in the closest approximation of silence that she could muster. Her breathing became ragged and unsteady, and more than once she let out a low groan as she writhed. Distantly, she heard Sander laughing softly, before the sound was cut off as his body tensed, though Amy was too far gone to care why.

She came down to the sound of her heart, pounding in her chest. Blood flushed through her body, she felt hot, as though her flesh should be steaming. Her limbs tingled, her pleasure like sea foam on the waters of her body. Suddenly, she realized her toes were still curled.

Sander had slipped out of her; apparently Amy had been so absorbed in the ravages of her climax that she hadn't truly registered Sander's own orgasm filling her pulsing cunt. The bed shifted as he moved, situating himself further down the bed as Amy instinctively closed her legs.

'Someone enjoyed that...' He murmured. 'Someone who isn't me, I mean...'

'Keep telling yourself that,' Amy snapped back in hushed tones, perhaps a little bit too fast to be entirely natural. 'Is it comforting?'

'Why do you assume I was talking about you?'

'Yeah, Amy. Why indeed?'

She had only just relaxed, but at the sound of the new voice, every muscle in Amy's body tensed just as tightly as during the midst of her shameful orgasm. She sat bolt upright in bed, eyes swinging to the door, as useless as that was. Light flooded the room moments later, and then two mad people were staring at her.

'Quite a show,' Mara nodded, leaning against the door frame. She was clad only in a t-shirt, the bare skin of her hips and... everything else, coming into view as she moved. Even in the middle of the night, sleep deprived and just having woken up, Mara projected the kind of nonchalant sexiness that most people had to really work for. She smirked as she continued; absently brushing a strand of hair out of her face, 'Well worth losing out on sleep for the midnight showing.'

'You know, you should tell me about any enhancements you've got that might affect our relationship, Mara,' Sander said flatly. 'How come I didn't know you could see in the dark?'

'Got it at the same time I got my hard contacts,' She shrugged, squeezing her eyes shut demonstratively. When they opened again, silver light shone in her pupils for a moment, 'I figure, why not? How is perfect night vision ever going to be a disadvantage? It certainly wasn't tonight. Amy's kinda hot when she's cumming, even with a lowered color spectrum.'

'Software solutions suck,' Sander grinned. 'I got my view in full color high definition. Which is how I could tell that Amy was enjoying herself.'

'Nope,' She said, shaking her head. 'I didn't...'

'Hush, Pond,' Sander stood up, to an appreciative whistle from Mara. He was naked, and in the light Amy could see the trail of his clothes across the floor. More importantly- and more visibly from Amy's perspective- was his cock, hard and bobbing as he moved, glistening in the results of their fucking.

'You can shake that pretty little head all you want,' He continued, stepping closer to her and pushing her back down onto the bed with a single finger in the middle of her chest. His hand travelled across to tug playfully at her nipples, making her shiver, 'But I've got the evidence, right here. This is something you can see, and touch... and taste...'

His voice had grown soft and suggestive, and those fingers travelled from her nipples up her throat, to her cheek. The pressure he exerted was gentle, but firm enough in Amy's weakened state to shift her face around to eye his sticky erection. Behind him, Mara made a soft noise, and moved into the room to get a better view.

She felt the bed shift as Mara sat herself down on the edge of it, and Amy knew exactly what was to come. She could have resisted, as Sander parted her lips with his thumb, gripping her chin and pulling her closer. But what would have been the point? Sander seemed to be unwilling to use her Command Collar for much lately, but even then, it was undeniable: he had made her cum. It wasn't like he would stop now; why should he?

She opened her mouth.

The sticky tip of Sander's cock touched her tongue, and Amy's nose wrinkled with distaste. The taste of her own arousal, and his, dripped onto her tongue, as his hardness slid further into her mouth. His hand was on her cheek, holding her in place, allowing Mara to watch her mouth being filled.

He stopped, when his cock was as far into her mouth as it could get without outright causing her to gag. For a moment he simply stood there, looking down at her, as she stared back, determined not to show weakness by looking away. It was tough, however, to look defiant with one's lips wrapped around a cock.

'Move your tongue,' He said, voice still hoarse and laden with desire, though his expression was far more focused. This was Sander delivering a lesson; he was determined not to get carried away with this, 'Lick. Taste yourself.'

Amy squirmed, her legs clamping together, still shamefully wet. How could she possibly be feeling like this now? How had the blooming, hot pressure of lust not left her? How could Sander be right, about this?

But as sickening as it was, she could hardly deny it now. She could literally taste the evidence, cloyingly salty sweet on her tongue, mixed with the taste of Sander's cum. This was... different. Confronting. Usually she could deny, keep it all to herself and attribute Sander's surety in his ability to get her off to simple brashness. After all, Sander had never failed to be confident almost to the point of arrogance in the past...

But this was real. It was right in front of her, and she could no longer simply deny it; Sander had fucked her, and she had gotten wet. She had had an orgasm. Her muscles had tensed, her body had shaken, and she had cum when he wanted her to. Desperate to end this, to be left alone, Amy's tongue swept around the underside of his cock, wiping away the evidence of her arousal.

'That's right...' Sander nodded, satisfied. 'It's kind of hard to deny you enjoyed yourself when you're licking the taste of yourself off of a dick, huh?'

She continued, lapping at his cock as he slowly thrust it in and out of her mouth, until he was satisfied, and removed himself entirely. Amy swallowed copiously as Sander stepped away, trying to wash the taste from her mouth. It lingered, much to her frustration, even as Sander bent down and, still gripping her cheeks with his fingers, pressed his lips to hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth.

'That's right, it's still there,' He licked his lips as he pulled away, finally releasing her completely. 'I've got you figured out, Amy Pond...'

'Hey Hackett?' Mara broke in, her voice a sudden intrusion into what had only recently been a conflict between just the two of them. All at once, the tension shattered, 'You think you've got another round in you?'

'Yeah, I think so,' He nodded, glancing back at Amy. The redhead flushed a deeper color, fists clenching at the sheets. He reached out to her once more, but before he could make contact, Mara gripped him by the shoulder, spinning him around and almost firing her tongue down his throat.

'Good,' She grinned, pressing her forehead against his. She blinked, throwing Amy a wicked look, 'Hey! You taste good tonight...'

She dragged him, naked as the day he was born, from the room, back toward their adjoining bedroom. His clothes remained on the floor, forgotten and, judging from the look in Mara's eyes, completely unnecessary. Before she slammed the door behind them, Sander stopped in the way, groping for the light switch.

'Sleep tight, Pond!' He said, chuckling as Mara attempted to wrestle him through the door. 'Big day tomorrow!'

***************

'Now, before I open these doors, are you sure we're in the right place?'

'Yes, I'm sure. Pretty sure. It's not my fault if I turn out to be wrong.'

'In what way would it not be your fault? You're driving.'

'No, she's driving. She always has been.'

Nat shook her head, bouncing over to the control column and essentially leaping over the controls themselves to embrace it.

'But the TARDIS is amazing!' She giggled, sliding down until her feet were planted on the upper rim of the controls. 'She wouldn't do anything to screw us over, surely!'

'Well, I'll just have to take that on faith,' Em sighed, taking a moment to check the exterior scanners anyway. Everything seemed clear, but the presence of a police box in this place would probably raise more questions than anywhere else. Everything that entered or left here was so strictly monitored...

'Wait, wouldn't you already know, Em?' Net's brow furrowed as, at the Doctor's frantic insistence, she clambered off of the console. 'I mean, you're-'

'Keep it to yourself, Natalie,' Sera cut in, placing a dispassionate hand on Nat's shoulder. In fact, it had seemed for a while now that she had been following the redhead around, just waiting for the time when she would need to act as Nat's censor. Over time, it had become something she just did automatically; Nat begins to say something time sensitive and potentially paradoxical, Sera shuts her up before it gets out of hand.

In some ways, perhaps that just encouraged Nat to be lazy...

'Sorry, Sera,' She replied dutifully, pouting. 'I don't know why we're keeping things from the Doctor, but okay.'

'You're keeping things from me?' The Time Lord interjected, now a tad nervous.

'That's enough out of you,' Sera pointed. 'A little bit of foreknowledge is a dangerous thing. It's why we're operating to such a strict script. So yeah, we keep a few things close to our chests. History has to happen a certain way.'

'Anyway, we're here,' Em interrupted. 'In case anybody still remembers.'

'Selestene, huh?' Nat said, joining Em to peer out at the world beyond via the scanners.

'Sander Hackett's birthplace,' Sera nodded. 'We've got a lot of work to do, here. Who knows what will happen if we screw up?'

'Who indeed,' The Doctor frowned. Now that he knew for a fact that he didn't know the whole story, he found himself doubting everything the three girls and their robot had ever told him. Perhaps they were just using his TARDIS as an intergalactic taxi service...

'We don't screw up,' Em said, pointedly. 'We don't screw up, because we haven't screwed up. I don't see any Belgium sized holes in spacetime, do you? We succeeded, because we're still existing in a paradox-free universe. Easiest job in the world.'

'I take your point,' Sera nodded gravely, turning toward the doors. Beyond them, a whole new world awaited, 'Ladies, let's go greet the neighbors.'

To be continued...

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AnonymousAnonymousover 11 years ago

Great, story gets better and better. Hope Sander gets Amy to seduce her fellow prisoners without resorting to her collar. Cant wait for next chapter, tonight I shall be in Nirvana. Thanks.

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