Doctor Who: Panic Moon Ch. 32

'I don't belong to anyone...' Amy murmured, her mind supplying an image of Rory as the sole potential exception.

'Well, you see...' There was a sort of matronly, chiding tone to Cherami's voice, as she guided Amy's hand up yet again, finally placing it atop Rhohendra's own, between the thorns. 'That's rather what I wished to discuss...'

'Keep still,' Came the wind-through-the-trees zephyr of Rho's voice. She flexed her wrist, the curved tip of a thorn grazing against the back of Amy's hand with ponderous care, just hard enough to graze. It lingered there, beyond briefly, and when Amy was allowed to pull away she felt no different. Gradually, a sense of... wideness began to fill her, an expansion of her awareness beyond the boundaries of her body. It surely must have been hallucinatory in nature, the same sort of floating, out-of-body strangeness that any chemical high could induce; Amy held on to that thought as she watched Cherami move, followed that golden haired head as it bowed, paused before taking one of Amy's nipples into her mouth.

The redhead moaned and arched her back, and Cherami's fingers continued to play between her legs as she did so, slipping inside her as a soft tongue played around the sensitive pink peak of her breast. Her eyes drifted closed, and she allowed the sensations to dominate her awareness, to fill her up and banish the fear and worry from her frame. It was a mellow sensation, after all that time on the very edge of safety, used and abused for the amusement of the strange man who presumed to claim ownership over her, and the anonymous throngs he commanded. Just to be able to relax, to take this cell in the back of a slaver's brothel as a place of peace, was a valuable balm to a wounded soul.

And then...

'I come from the Tau Forests, Amy,' Cherami said, in a strange, vague tone, her tongue taking every opportunity to remain in contact with Amy's skin. As she spoke, strange images tracked across the insides of Amy's eyes, flowing in and out with the inflection of the speaker's voice. She supposed it must have been Rho's nectar working, supplying her with...

What, exactly? Hallucinations to match Cherami's story? Fragments of her memories, is that what "direct memetic transfer" entailed? It hardly mattered, in the end; the imagery was so vivid and bright that Amy couldn't help but allow it to sweep her along on a current of pleasure.

Trees, rising up, grasping the sky. Trunks curving, spiralling around themselves, wooden helixes flowing up into a canopy of constant motion. Leaves rustling up above, so high that individual forms became indistinct, merging together into a singular mass of moving green and orange and brilliant auburn. Beyond it, in fragments and gaps, there lay a sky of inky black, stars like diamonds filling up the night.

'Nothing that you see here is real, dear,' Cherami's voice pierced the illusion, let it drift away. 'Not in the sense of being physically present and harmful. But it all happened, in my past. Back when I was a different person, the Queen atop my throne.'

Slowly, the blonde's fingers began to move in and out of Amy's pussy, making wet sounds in their wake. They curved, curled in, seeking out the sensitive places on her inner walls, the soft points that made her quaver and tremble. And oh, how easy they were to find, and how quickly Amy responded, moaning deep in her throat, hips following Cherami's touch as she retracted it.

'Have you seen the citadel of the Tau Forests, Amy?' She said, trailing kisses across her collar bone to the other breast. 'You have now. It was called the Sky Branch, the only Forrester dwelling situated above the canopy.'

A towering tree rose above the others, an ash coloured pillar in the endless night, lit by the distant and temporary light of the Forest's tiny sun. The leaves stretched, cupped, grasped at the limited light, drinking in what was there while it lasted. The dwindling day would only last for a few hours, and while it did it would barely pierce the twilight, and would not produce a daylight sky.

But another would come, just a few hours later, a product of the intricate tripartite dance of the Forest's triad of stars.

The citadel grew outward in one direction, hugging the thickest upper bow of the tree. It sat almost upon the blanket of leaves below, turning the canopy into a kind of ocean of vegetation, lapping at the shores of the royal palace. It swept upwards in a single piece, the wood encouraged via technology to grow into a convenient shape; Tau Forest lumber was some of the strongest there was, why would one not utilize such a resource whenever possible?

'From the Branch, I could always see the sky,' Cherami said, her fingers now glistening in Amy's juices. 'The short days, the periodic nights, and everything beyond. That included the spaceport that the Terran government placed in orbit above my lands. They like to keep tabs on any colony that started out even vaguely human, but all they did was watch, and encourage us to share our wealth with the rest of the colonies.'

Yet more images drifted through Amy's mind, mostly having to do with the ever-present silhouette of the spaceport in the sky, the massive satellite somehow contriving to loom over everything even over such large distances. She imagined, through the lens of Cherami's own suspicions and biases, that the great Terran monolith bristled with surveillance systems all directed down, drinking in every signal and pulse the Tau Forests sent out.

'They took and took, everything we saw fit to give, but when we needed help... nothing,' Bitter venom threaded its way through Cherami's voice, and Amy gasped as she thrust her fingers into the redhead's wetness with more than the necessary force. She fucked her fellow slave a little harder now, teeth nibbling at her nipple as she continued, 'They watched, in fact, as we fell to war with the Gamma Foresters, over some dynastic grudge or other, the nature and history of which would be too much even for the telepathic properties of the nectar working through your system... Suffice to say that it didn't end well for us.'

She stopped her tale, as visions of smoke columns rising through trees filled Amy's mind's eye, and focused on the more immediate aspects of her world. Amy shivered, pale skin pulsing and tightening as Cherami's tongue trailed down her belly, ultimately joining her fingers in their assault between her legs. She whined with need, as that soft, feminine tongue probed, found her clit and moved over it, long fingers pumping Amy's pussy simultaneously.

Pleasure bloomed in her, instant and sweet and addictive. Of course it was good; Cherami was a sex slave, her time at the Olivan had crafted her body into a finely tuned instrument of sexuality, evidently. Her lips fastened over Amy's clit and sucked, tongue playing over it as the pads of her fingers trod over the nerves of her cunt, stoked arousal down to her very bones.

It presented an interesting counterpoint, a conflict to the images of carnage filling Amy's mind's eye...

Amy's eyes fluttered open as a weight shifted on the bed, and she watched the blue alien shuffle up, bringing herself closer. Slowly, her eyes on Amy, watching every small movement for signs of refusal, she lifted her hand and let the back of her hand brush, so gently the pressure of it was almost nonexistent, against Amy's arm.

She gasped. She flinched.

Aiahn wore an encouraging smile, ignoring Amy's instinctive reaction and pressing on further, her fingertips moving up the girl's arm toward her shoulder. This time, Amy simply allowed the contact to happen, forcing herself to endure beyond the space of a second and truly interrogate the sensation of the alien's touch.

It was warm, and soft, but none of that mattered. What drew the attention and kept it was the electrical charge it contained, the licking tongues of electricity that reached from Aiahn's skin to Amy's when she disengaged. It was a surprising sensation, but not unpleasant; the point of contact tingled just shy of the edge of pain, feeling alive and receptive to every moment of tingling touch.

Amy had once seen a sex toy online, a sort of wand that unloaded a static charge into the skin when it was passed along a body. She imagined that Aiahn's touch felt quite similar to the effect of that toy.

In time she learned to relax and go with the flow, to allow the second pair of hands to join Cherami's in caressing her body. The alien focused on her chest, fingertips teasing Amy's nipples, as the blonde queen never stopped her ministrations on the girl's dripping wetness below. Closing her eyes again, Amy concentrated, simply allowed the sensations to flow over her, reclaimed just a little bit of pleasure for herself. Aiahn's fingers were a strange kind of nice on their own, but when they were replaced by the alien's tongue, soft and wet and tingling as it ringed her nipple, Amy couldn't help but moan and arch her back.

And then Cherami's story started back up, changing gears as imagery flooded back into her head.

'The Gamma folk went to war with us, and the Gamma folk won,' She said, lips smacking against Amy's labia. 'The clan leaders installed themselves there and took control... but what to do with the Tau Regency? Lucky for the Gammas, the entire royal family had been reduced to one young woman at the time...'

Cherami, standing proudly.

No, not proudly... defiantly. With the same regal bearing she displayed even while naked and enslaved, chin held high and eyes burning with righteous fire. Clad in finery the likes of which Amy had never seen she stood, in the middle of some great hall of wrought wood threaded with silver. Figures surrounded her, but this was Cherami's memory, and they were not the focus; though they loomed over here they were little more than silhouettes, a backdrop to what was going on. A cage of shadows.

Just three of the present throng were people and not shapes. They stood at the end of the hall, glaring at Cherami, shouting her down one after the other. Amy knew, in an instant of revelatory sensation, who they were. The clan leaders of the Gamma Forests presided over the last, petty disgraces of their vanquished foe, stripping her of her power and rank over her own world, before finally, they seemed done with her.

Finally, one of the three stepped forward, a metal collar glinting in his hand.

Despite all of this, Amy squirmed, body roiling with pleasure, feelings too numerous to list. There was a new roughness to Cherami's touch. The depth and force of her thrusting fingers seemed to intensify by the second, spurred on by the current darkness of her story, but rather than empathy, what she was doing stoked quite different feelings in Amy.

She felt herself growing closer to the edge, bit her lip against the tide of ecstasy... She couldn't cum now, not when what they were talking about was...

'What to do with the last remaining royal, Amy?' Cherami asked, her voice a low and bestially sensual growl. 'You can't keep her around, lest she cause trouble, inspire those still loyal to rebellion. Killing her just puts one more martyr in the minds of the disenfranchised. The only sensible path was to send me offworld, somewhere I couldn't come back from. Happily, the galaxy is brimming with such places, especially if your goal is humiliation in addition to simple removing your problem.'

A pink sky, vibrant and deep. Endless, pressing down from above onto a jungle planet quite unlike the Tau Forests she had come from...

'My eventual destination was called Enphra Reductii,' Lick, suck, speak. Cherami's rhythm never changed, such was her devotion to the clashing signals she filled Amy's brain with. 'A world with but a single civilized outpost upon it, carved out of the wilderness that surrounded it.'

She paused for a moment, and sunk her teeth into Amy's swollen, red lips. Pulling, her eyes flicked up to catch the combination of discomfort and arousal that settled upon the redhead's features, before she let go.

'That outpost specialized in the training of sex slaves for places like this, Amy.'

Another lick, another jolt of honeyed ecstasy climbing up her spine, and yet Amy gasped at the sheer power of the image that marched into her mind at those words. There was an aching familiarity to it, a pang of loss at seeing another world of slavers, so similar to her own brief stint at the Chrysanthemum Guild... and the last time she had seen the other girls there.

A row of women, lined up on one side of a room, some random, anonymous room in the world. A row of men, in an identical line on the other side. Humans stood beside alien beside human again, the only uniform aspect being the downtrodden, flat expression that they all shared.

There was Cherami, being marched into position by one of the thronging guards that seemed omnipresent. She still wore her collar, as did they all.

Amy writhed. Even Aiahn's teeth carried a charge, as the alien nibbled rings around Amy's nipples, keeping uncanny time with Cherami's thrusting fingers, which were now adding their own little curling, come hither motions inside her, hitting the sweetest of spots along the way.

'Oh, please...' Amy whimpered, fists clenched in an agony of indecision, not knowing whether to let go, or hold back. 'I'm going to-'

'Why should you?' Cherami's mercurial eyes gave away nothing, as they flicked up to meet her new plaything's. Her tongue slowed its dance along Amy's clit, those long fingers moving at a frustrating fraction of their previous pace. Amy was no stranger to this, she was in fact well versed in denial, but something about encountering it now, in what was supposed to be a safe environment surrounded by allies, added a special edge to the frustration it brought. It was the one thing she hadn't been expecting, and yet Cherami continued, 'I couldn't. For weeks, months, I couldn't. My... trainers wouldn't allow me to.'

A circlet rings Cherami's hips, conforming to her shape via in-built mechanical contrivances, yet still loose enough that it could barely be felt. And yet it hummed, thrummed with its own internal workings, tiny hardlight projectors slipping their glowing payloads between the blonde's legs and out the other side, connecting to a circuit at the back. What resulted was a shimmering orange, one-way gusset, a holographic chastity belt.

Cruelty incarnate, on a world that ran on sexual slavery.

More memories slithered through Amy's mind, a cavalcade of humiliations, punishments and training regimens from Cherami's time at that hated facility. She tried desperately not to think of them as a sick kind of pornography, but with Cherami's skilled touch and Aiahn's confusing mix of pain and pleasure keeping her just shy of the precipice of orgasm, it was hard not to. Each image reached out to the darkest parts of Amy's libido and stroked, torturously, filled her up with arousal until even the sheer wrongness of what was happening faded away under the all consuming need.

Women kneeling, by the dozens, their mouths moving up and down a series of mounted dildos with an almost grim sense of resolve. Cables snakes from the mounts, relaying data from the sucking lips to a pair of straight-faced men via a screen; readouts for pressure, speed, tongue motion... a blowjob reported in exhaustive detail.

Cherami knelt at one end of the group, collared and... working. Every now and then one of the girls squealed and jumped, a buzzing arc of electricity delivered direct from collar to flesh as punishment for some deficiency of oral skill or another. This was training, the construction of a product out of raw material, and laxity would not be tolerated.

'Oh god, please!' Amy's voice shuddered, as a lash of Cherami's tongue brought her closer than ever to the edge, just before the point of climax.

Pain. The sounds of it, suffusing the room, bouncing off of the high ceilings and storming back down onto the suffering forms below. It came in so many forms, as diverse as there were points on the slave's body; the lash of a whip, the slap of a crop or paddle, the thin slice of a cane. Each delivered a tiny shock, but that was just the beginning: clamps tugged from nipples and clits, plugs expanded to stretch aching cunts...

... And the vicious bondage the rows upon rows of strung up women had been placed into could move at will, straining their taut and helpless bodies in new and inventive ways, moment by moment. Because they were slaves, and it was expected that their future Masters would punish them in ways they needed to be able to withstand.

Nobody likes a broken toy, after all.

'Not yet, Amy,' Cherami spoke, and the words shivered through the endless chain of recollection like a hailstorm, bringing Amy careening back into her own aching, desperate present for just long enough for the sound to reach her ears, and deny her what her body craved. 'You hold it.'

Toes curled in awful, overwhelming pleasure. Mechanical arms extended from a bank on the wall in rows, spindly and twitching constantly. They were tipped with tiny brushes, wispy ends so fine it was hard to see individual bristles with the naked eye. Those bristles were in near constant motion, guided by a tiny sensor mounted on the device, up against the clit of the women bound before them. Metal straps encircled their hips, keeping the slaves perfectly still and within reach of the brushes at all times, as those feather light caresses teased the stiff, swollen centres of their pleasure. Blindfolds kept them sealed off in their own little worlds, with only the slight, insufficient movement between their legs and the moans of their sisters in slavery to keep them company. Each girl took to it differently, this edging assault, but to a one their empty, frustrated pussies dripped freely, arousal collecting in a puddle between their legs.

On the wall, a timer counted up, racking up the time this group had spent in today's session. When it ended, the blindfolds would be lifted off, and the slaves could see how long they had lingered under the ministrations of the brushes. Today, it had already climbed past five hours.

Below it was a separate column, made to count the cumulative number of orgasms in a given session. It had always remained, horribly, hopelessly, at zero.

'They kept us like that for so long,' Cherami's mouth never seemed to leave Amy's trembling flesh, even as she spoke. Her words were warm, tickling breaths against the dripping arousal of Amy's cunt, yet another note in the symphony of desire that sang through her body, never reaching its crescendo, 'Do you see? After a while, all we could think of was sex...'

'I know...' Amy whimpered.

There are rooms, in the darkened corners of the outpost, where the slaves-in-training are stored when not in use. Silent places, gloomy and suffused by the low volume, exhausted mewling of the hopeless, the women and men and everything in between are leashed to the walls there, perhaps even restrained if their violent temperaments call for it.

It is easy to tell the difference between the newcomers, and those who have been guests of Enphra Reductii for a while.

The newcomers remained quiet, wrapped up in their own little worlds, frightened and ashamed at the ways their bodies were betraying them during the training process. They shrank in on themselves, heads lowered and eyes hooded, jumping at every sudden sound and flash of movement. Their collars sat awkwardly, the weight clearly uncomfortable as they fidgeted.

But oh, the veterans...

Cherami didn't know how long some of them had been here, but she had known the moment she joined their ranks. Everything in her ached, the walls of her pussy empty and wet and...