Doctor Who: Panic Moon Ch. 31

Amy squealed in surprise, the sound the most genuine one she had made since coming to this place.

'On her back now, Claude,' The sound of Lem's voice was a sudden drop from the heights of pleasure Amy had just ascended to, and that it was backed by a gag from Cherami just compounded the sense of hopelessness behind the ecstasy. Still, her body would not be denied, her nerves were insensitive to the predicament of her mind, and thus arousal washed against despair, red and black fighting for dominance in a body that bounced, and groaned, and shuddered to its own internal rhythms.

In truth, it didn't matter what she or Claude felt.

And still, he obeyed. There was shocking strength to him, sufficient to pick her up bodily without ever breaking their contact, to be carried to the bed with his cock still inside of her. Even in transit she writhed, rocked her hips into him as he walked, something he clearly approved of. He laid her down slowly, gently, before he began his own motion. The show had to continue, but the bodyguard's kindness was evidence even then, as he started off slowly, hips sliding through the air in a pendulum motion, in and out.

Amy's legs splayed, her pussy open and swollen and increasingly capable of taking his girth. Her juices dripped down freely now, staining the bed and Claude's trousers, as he fucked her. She had closed her eyes as he carried her, and they remained so for just a moment further, enough to revel in the sensations of this in relative solitude.

Just him and her...

She had to open them again eventually, of course. She wasn't here for herself, and when the weight on the bed shifted, she was reminded of that all too well. Before long, Amy relented and opened her eyes, allowing herself to see what she already knew was there; Lem had changed position, moving parallel to Amy and Claude as they fucked horizontally across the bed. One leg was crooked under the other, and Cherami had been dragged along with him, her mouth still firmly around his cock. There was something dreadfully... simple, about what she was doing; her head merely bobbed in his lap, a little mess of short blonde hair moving up and down almost unthinkingly.

No thought, no regret, just obedience. Her body was all she was good for, here.

Lem was inescapable now, so close by and looming over them. Amy set her eyes above, concentrated on the feel of Claude's hands, one on her waist, the other reaching up to cup her breast. He looked down at her too, seemingly willing himself into a little private world, apart from their surroundings. The mounting passion made it easy to follow him there, to follow him with her hips when he withdrew and to let herself bounce with his thrusts, adding a realness to the... performance. If it could still be called a performance.

Moaning, Amy felt that familiar tightness in her hips, the heat and arousal that came with ensuing climax. Her first instinct was to fight it, delay it since she knew she couldn't avoid it completely, give herself just a few more moments of dwindling pride, but... it wasn't Lem she would cum for, really. It was Claude, the only soft touch seemingly in the entire city.

She could let go, for him. But there was something she needed to do first...

'May I cum, Sir?' Her voice trembled, but the words were rote by now. They spilled from her tongue as easy as her own name, much to her chagrin. Lem blinked, obviously disinterested in the question.

'Yeah, sure, whatever,' He said quickly, voice shaking as he pushed Cherami down, gritting his teeth. 'Yeah, that's it...'

Amy's attention moved back to Claude, the unpleasantness of asking permission behind her. She could still hear Cherami coughing, her mouth filled with the stranger's cum, but such concerns were quickly swept away in a tidal wave of heat, her needy body tightening on the edge of climax.

Claude leaned in, his lips at Amy's ear, 'Cum for me. Not for him. Cum for me.'

His tongue danced momentarily at Amy's earlobe, and all that coiled tight pleasure exploded.

Orgasm raced up her hips, making them buck against his cock, electricity marching up her spine inch by inch. She groaned, tossed her head back, let ecstasy wash over her body from head to toe, muscles tight and shaking, back arching off the bed and into Claude's chest. For the first time in her entire stint at the Olivan, Amy let go completely. Lem disappeared, the club disappeared, the entire damned planet melted away and left Amy floating in climax, surrendered to sensation.

Claude was the only remaining constant, her panting, bucking anchor to the world. He continued to fuck her as she clenched and moaned, each thrust bringing new waves of pleasure to the fore, and Amy rode each one to completion, breasts bouncing. Her pale body clenched tight as a bowstring in the throes of the final spasm, and just as she wound down...

'I'm going to cum,' Claude murmured, teeth clenched and sweat glistening on his skin. 'Brace yourself. This is a little different than what you're used to...'

Muscles up and down his powerful body clenched, and Amy felt him pulse inside her, shaft twitching against her tight, wet inner walls. A new warmth flooded her, each jerk of his thick cock filling her further, heating her body red hot. A strange tingle whispered across her hips just momentarily, and then...

Amy came.

Just as the spiralling heat of her first orgasm had begun to die down, Claude's orgasm seemed to spike her higher, every shot of his seed burning its way into her body like a brand. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before, unique in its suddenness and intensity, in the way it just stretched on and on and never abated. A singular contraction of blinding, pure white sensation, shutting down thought and sight and sound... everything but the sheer wall of climax that Amy had slammed into.

Distantly, Amy felt her body arch and bend, the ache of her muscles not even an afterthought in the depths of pleasure. Her skin gleamed luminous white in the light above, the lines and tendons in her abdomen standing taut and defined as she shuddered beneath Claude, open and perfect to his eyes.

Everything in her trembled. Amy came apart, came to pieces as primal ecstasy broke her down to her basest elements, reduced her to nothing but contracting muscle and aching flesh. Her awareness shrank down to the flowing, dripping walls of her pussy, the hard and juddering points of her nipples, and the throbbing of her clit. She was a body, the slave they wanted her to be, a being of vulnerable flesh that could be tortured and teased and controlled at their leisure.

The collar around her neck had never been heavier. It weighed her down, chained her to her weak flesh, spread open to the tricks and unearthly skill those in her new reality possessed, where even the most fleeting of emotional connections came with unbearable use.

Claude was something else, but ultimately, he was still just Lem's tool, and Fiori's tool by proxy. Amy knew this, as she came down and her sensibilities returned to the flushed, pleasured remains of her mind. She felt... hot, as though steam should be rising from her lax, used up body. Her limbs still shook, even as they went limp, toes twitching as lingering echoes of that all consuming climax rippled through her. It didn't seem to want to release her entirely, the shockwaves radiating out from her pussy, traversing hips and spine and breasts and thighs, reaching into places Amy hadn't even known could react in orgasm.

'It's my body chemistry,' Claude whispered, once he knew she could hear him again. 'It reacts like this with humans, specifically my, uh... juice. Ride it out...'

'Like I have a choice,' Amy moaned, wishing fervently that she had gotten some form of prior warning. As it stood the chemically induced climax had rammed into her senses like a freight train.

'Consider yourself lucky, slut,' Lem had discarded Cherami, literally dropped her like waste, and she had slid oh so terribly obediently to the floor, where she knelt and waited, eyes lowered.

Possibly to avoid meeting Amy's gaze.

'Do you know just how valuable the stuff Claude is currently spilling in you is?' He continued. 'You can buy it by the vial in some markets here, distilled and mixed, obviously. You're getting an uncut dose for free, and you're nothing but a slave. You're lucky I like to watch you squirm so, Red.'

Amy shivered as Claude withdrew, a full body tremor that left her hips following his cock, body seemingly hungry for more. Her body the traitor, that acted just as her owners would like... was she truly in control, when her very flesh hungered and moved her so?

'Good job, Claude,' Lem nodded solemnly, placing a careless hand on Cherami's head. 'Go sit back down. We gotta recharge for a bit, I think.'

Obediently, the tall man slipped away, leaving Amy feeling oddly empty and bereft. For whatever it was worth, he had been her one anchor to any sort of normalcy here, a little friendly physical comfort in a sea of uncaring faces. Losing that so soon after it appeared was a shock to her compassion-starved system. Her eyes followed him as he went back to his seat, watched him hungrily as he did up his fly again and sat down, offering her the scantest of looks back, that single moment of eye contact front loaded with empathy of the kind that was so rare in the depths of the Olivan.

'Don't just sit there all wistful, girl,' Lem nudged Amy, then did the same to Cherami. 'On your knees, where you belong.'

Whimpering, still shaking, Amy slid off of the bed and onto the floor, taking up the expected position beside her fellow slave. She watched Lem stand and walk, mostly naked, over to a large chest in one corner.

Ah yes, those chests...

If anything in this place could possibly come close to being the definitive bane of Amy's existence, it was those chests. Every room for rent in the Olivan featured them, innocuous wood boxes that simply filled the corner... until the renter took the time to open them. And then, they did so much more.

The interiors were piled high with... implements. Toys and restraints and tools of both pain and pleasure, free for the use of any purchaser of time in any suite in the place. The walls of the chest were lined with a time field, the science behind it escaping Amy, that reset whatever was taken out of it back to its initial state once it was replaced.

Hence, cleaning was not an issue. No matter what you did with the objects within...

'Now then, let me see...' Lem's back was turned, but it wasn't hard to tell that his eyes had lit up as he opened the lid and looked inside. A Pulp Fiction-esque light spilled out from inside, all the better to see the prurient tools within. Amy actually felt herself flinch when he bent down to retrieve something from it; that moment of choice always signalled suffering to come.

'Alright, girls,' He span round, one hand holding a thick shaft, something glittering in the other. 'Take two. You ready?'

To be continued...