Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn

"You guys are a fucking tragedy." Daniel shook his head. "We're planning a rescue operation, not a goddamn sorority mixer. Pull your shit together!" he ordered.

Mavis put his empty flask away, and gave him a mocking salute. "Sorry boss."

Alanah flopped down on the Captain's chair next to the console. She remained nude, and drunk, but had the decency to cross her legs. Daniel didn't mind her being nude. Mavis didn't seem to be getting any ideas, anyway. As long as it didn't turn into a distraction, he would continue working on his plan.

"Alright, Alanah, help me out. So, Justice hid the containers on the slave ships, and sent them out across the galaxy. Why would she do that?"

"So Aryess wouldn't-," Alanah started.

"Yeah, I get that, but why not destroy the samples? If she wanted to keep them away from the Tarot; just flush it. Who cares?"

"Well, if you'd let me finish, I could tell you. She did it, so that Aryess wouldn't need you anymore, Einstein. If Aryess ever got a hold of you, or wanted to ransom you or something, Justice would have the samples. That's all Aryess needs, anyway. She was about to shove you into the airlock. Justice was protecting you," Alanah explained.

"Sure, okay. Still, why the slave ships? If she wanted to use it to bargain with, she could have locked it all up in the TARDIS," Daniel rebutted.

"Well, maybe Aryess could have tracked it to the TARDIS, maybe-." Alanah stopped. "Oh, you clever bitch!"

"What is it?" Mavis asked.

"I don't know," Daniel responded.

Alanah got up and began dancing around the console, just like a certain Time Lady. "She's brilliant! Amazing! Psychic interference!"

Daniel watched her bounce around with apprehension. "You and Justice are spending too much time together. You're talking like her now."

"I'm thinking like her. That's scarier." Alanah continued, "Okay, when Justice first found me, she was following a trail of psychic interference. That's what she called it. It was really just a trail of your sperm. The Tarot were following it, too. That's what led them to you, and that's what led Justice to me."

"So do you think that the Tarot are still following the trail?" Daniel asked.

Alanah shook her head. "Not likely. Aryess would never think that Justice would let the specimens leave the TARDIS. But we could track the signal to find the slave colonies. Think about it! An entire army of people loyal to you and Justice. They owe you both their lives. Justice left us a breadcrumb trail to gather a rescue party!"

"More like, bread-cum trail, right?" Daniel joked excitedly.

"No. No. Not like that. No." Alanah shook her head.

"Alright, then," Daniel conceded. "Computer, you heard the lady!" The engines began to hum, as the ship left orbit.

Alanah embraced Daniel tightly, shoving her tongue deep into his mouth. Mavis turned away as the couple began groping and rubbing one another.

"We need to get dressed! Come on!" Alanah exclaimed.

Alanah pulled Daniel roughly by the arm toward the wardrobe. He gave Mavis a shrug, knowing that Alanah had more in mind than changing clothes. By the time they reached the wardrobe, she had stripped Daniel of his clothing. They collapsed into a pile of Justice's clothes on the floor. Alanah rode atop Daniel, slowly grinding her clitoris against his prick. Her huge globes bounced off of his face as he emptied himself inside of her.

They continued their lovemaking in the showers. They teased and fucked while they cleaned each other. Before Daniel could erupt again, Alanah ran off excitedly. Daniel followed her out the door, but lost track of her amidst the cavernous ship. Eventually, he found Alanah waiting in their bedroom.

Alanah stood before him, dressed in Justice's white leather outfit; complete with corset, boots, skirt, stockings, and cloak. Her golden hair was pulled up in a high pony-tail, and her soft breasts exploded from behind the tight corset.

"Wow!" Daniel uttered.

"Here I am, my love. You finally have me. Just how you always wanted me." Her accent was atrocious.

"Don't make it creepy, Alanah."

"Come on! Don't you think it's great? She would be so proud."

"You're right. She would probably think it's just as hot as I do," Daniel admitted.

Alanah pulled him close, and tugged on his thick cock. Daniel fought to unclasp the corset, but Alanah shook her finger at him. She wanted to keep the outfit on, and Daniel didn't believe he was in any position to argue. He laid Alanah back on the bed, running his tongue across the firm leather of her boot. He made his way slowly up to her crotch, and squeezed his tongue between the slits of her nylons. Daniel wanted to tear them to shreds, and rub his face viciously against her swollen loins. Instead he gently teased her through the thin fabric, pushed his tongue through the opening over her pussy, and rubbed her clit firmly with his mouth. Alanah began to shake as her climax built. Daniel answered with aggressive lashing of his tongue against her pussy, until her hips bucked up and down across his face.

When Alanah's orgasm subsided, Daniel straddled her. He pushed his cock through the opening in her nylons, and deep into her pussy. As he thrust into her, she produced a shiny, golden wand. Alanah had Justice's sonic probe. She flicked the button, igniting the red light. She held the smooth, vibrating metal against her swollen clit as Daniel fucked her. Within moments, she was screaming and begging, as she exploded around his cock. Daniel could feel the vibrations through her pussy, and soon he felt his orgasm ignite. Huge gusts of semen emptied into her humming pussy. He withdrew suddenly, and flipped Alanah over. He pushed his large, squirting cock back inside of her from behind. He pumped her repeatedly, as she continued to rub the vibrating probe against her clit.

Daniel withdrew again momentarily, to launch a long string of cum along the crack of Alanah's ass. He ran his thick member against her anus gently, launching two more bursts of seed across her backside, before pushing the throbbing head into Alanah's asshole.

"Oh god! That's what I want! Fill my asshole with your cock. Fuck me! Oh shit!"

Alanah slid the golden probe fully into her vagina, leaving the curved tip to rest against her clit as it continued thrumming. Daniel filled her tight hole with his prick, feeling the penetrating vibrations from the wand through the wall of her vagina. He soon emptied another enormous load into her rectum. Alanah cried out once more as she came. Finally, she switched off the probe, and collapsed on the bed. Her ass and thighs were covered with sticky cum. Several ounces plunged out of her tight asshole. When Alanah finally stood, streams of white goo ran down her thighs on all sides. She straightened her skirt in mock-professionalism, leaving the pools of cum to cling to her stockings.

Alanah grabbed the sonic probe and exclaimed, jubilantly, "I think we're ready!"

Daniel pulled his clothes on, and the two lovers reunited with Mavis in the control room. He had passed out waiting for them. Alanah woke him up, and the man jumped up in fright.

"Jesus! I thought you was her. What are you doing dressed up like that?" Mavis cried.

"It's all part of the plan, my love." Alanah took her position at the control panel, exuding the gravitas and confidence that their group had lost with Justice's departure.

Daniel watched her with admiration, Mavis with lust, as the beautiful woman prepared to lead them into battle.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

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The weeks and months crept by, as Justice continued to be picked apart by the Tarot scientists. Initially, it seemed they were focused on her biology; taking blood specimens, performing vital assessments, even asking her questions. Eventually, their studies turned more perverse. They began taking souvenirs from her body; exploring her orifices with crude instruments; pushing her limits for pain tolerance, malnutrition, and humiliation. Her body had recovered from the abuse quite easily at first. So soon after a regeneration, her body had been ripe with healing energy. As the torments continued, however, her body began to break slowly. She feared that death may come for her eventually, and the Tarot would have a ripe, new subject to destroy again.

Madame Aryess's interest in their tests had dissipated. In the beginning, she had made daily visits to taunt and boast. Justice was not able to glean any sense of her plan or intentions with the Time Lady. Eventually, whether it was out of boredom, guilt, or cruelty, she had finally left the Arbiter alone to suffer the indignations of the Tarot experiments.

It had been several days since Justice had any sign of life in the Tarot prison block. With her rapid healing starting to slow, the torture sessions had grown more infrequent, but no less miserable. They were keeping her alive, for now. This worried Justice more than anything else.

Suddenly, Justice heard soft footsteps approaching. Through the bluish, electric barrier to her cell, Justice saw the face of her captor. Aryess entered the cell, and a guard quickly replaced the force-shield. She was not smiling.

"Aryess! I was beginning to think I was in the wrong cell. I have missed you." Justice smiled. Something was bothering Aryess. This gave Justice hope for the first time since her abduction.

"Enough of this Arbiter. You cannot hide your suffering from me. I can see into your mind," Aryess answered sharply.

"I know, my love, and I can see into yours. Something is troubling you."

Aryess laughed. "Nothing that concerns you, Time Bitch," she hissed.

Justice watched her fret around the cell. Suddenly a cold recognition struck her. "We're almost done here, aren't we?" she asked pensively.

"I'm afraid so, old friend," Aryess admitted with a surprising warmth.

"Aryess, I-,"

"Don't bother trying to bargain with sympathies. It is too late for that."

Justice sat quietly and waited.

"We will be reaching our destination, soon. When that happens-," Aryess started.

"Final sentencing," Justice finished.

Aryess smiled. "I suppose so."

Justice could sense Aryess struggling with an intrusive memory. Abandoning her good sense, Justice asked, "Was any of it real, Aryess? Between us?"

Aryess laughed excitedly. "You are pathetic, Arbiter! Still a heartbroken little boy on the inside, despite that ridiculous body."

"I'm serious!" Justice exclaimed. "It's almost over, Aryess. You owe me the truth! Tell me!"

"Tell you what? That we were in love? That I secretly regret using you to ensure my freedom? Forget it! Your years spent in isolation have made you delusional, Arbiter."

"So I meant nothing to you? If so, why do you hate me so much? Unless, you are trying to hide your shame with hatred," Justice stated.

Aryess's face softened briefly. "Perhaps, but it is too late now. Any sympathies I may have had for you were shattered when you attacked my ship. You destroyed a century of work, tarnished my reputation, and nearly killed me."

"You had no right to torture Daniel like that! You should have left the humans out of this!"

"Oh! So, you still care for these pets of yours? It should interest you to know that you will now be responsible for their extinction, Lady Arbiter." Aryess smiled wickedly.

"What do you mean? What are you going to do?" Justice asked worriedly.

"In due time, my love. I will come to see you once more, just as you did for me. Goodbye, Arbiter."

Aryess gave Justice a short kiss on her lips before turning to leave. Justice was left alone to contemplate. She knew they were headed for Planet Earth, and that Aryess had plans to destroy its inhabitants. Apparently, the experiments on the Time Lady were to serve some catalyst of their demise. How any of it added up, or when they would arrive, was still in question. Her only hope was that Daniel and Alanah would steer clear of the devastation somehow. Unfortunately, Justice knew them better than that.

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The TARDIS parked itself in the middle of a spacious prairie. Alanah had flown them to the location of the first colony on their list. All the ships carrying slaves from Scallion XIV had been carrying samples of Daniel's sex cells in secure storage. The ships had departed the system with all other forms of tracking disabled. Had it not been for Justice's intervention, the slaves from the Academy would have been lost to Daniel and Alanah.

The two lovers, along with their friend Mavis, trekked across the landscape, searching for civilization. The newly appointed captains of the individual ships had plotted their own courses, and were responsible for establishing a safe refuge for their fellow freedmen. The TARDIS had wisely catalogued which ships received which samples. The beacon they had followed was to lead them to Groon's ship. Daniel was anxious to see what the brute had done with his freedom. He would not be surprised if the man had voyaged out on his own, after establishing a haven for the rest of his kin, per Daniel's orders.

The desolate prairie eventually gave way to lush meadows and bountiful fields. Beyond a blowing field of wheat, Mavis spotted some simple structures that indicated civilization. As they inched closer, they came around a small grouping of buildings into a large courtyard, bustling with people. The citizens of the tiny town wore simple, cotton clothing. There were several horse-drawn carriages parked in front of a series of market stands. Men, women, and children moved around them like schools of fish. Everyone seemed busy, and excited. Several greeted the strangers with a wave, or a tip of the hat.

At the far end of the courtyard, Daniel saw a group of a dozen people conversing. At the center of the group, he recognized Melissa Trapp. He pointed her out to Alanah, and the three companions quickly moved to greet her.

"Hello Melissa," Daniel offered.

Without recognizing him, Trapp offered a simple "hello", and went back to her conversation.

"Melissa, it's us," Daniel persisted.

Melissa Trapp looked again, and suddenly her face burst with acknowledgement. "You! It can't be!" She threw her arms around Daniel tightly, smiling. "How did you find us? Oh my god! You found us! It's you!"

Daniel smiled and answered, "It's us. Do you have a moment?"

Melissa excused herself from the group, and the other citizens disbanded. She led the three humans into an adjacent, wooden building. It contained a simple office with a desk. Her name was carved into a wooden sign next to the door. "Melissa Trapp. Mayor."

"I can't believe you are here! This is amazing! Everyone will be so excited."

"I'm not sure we can stay, Melissa. We came looking for help. We're desperate. Otherwise, I would have left your people out of it," Daniel explained.

"Nonsense, people have been waiting years to thank you again." Melissa beamed.

"Years?" Alanah asked.

"Yes, of course. Wait-." Melissa's face twisted with curiosity.

"It doesn't matter," Daniel interjected. "That's a long story. Can you help us?"

"We can discuss the nature of your problem, and I can meet with the town council. What exactly is it that you need? And where is your friend? The other one?"

"That's our problem. Our friend, Justice, was taken by hostiles. She's been missing for some time. We're not sure if she's even alive. This is Mavis, he's a friend. Mavis, this is Melissa Trapp," Daniel gestured.

"Mayor Trapp," Melissa corrected.

Mavis removed his dusty hat, and nodded. "A pleasure, ma'am." He eyed the blonde beauty curiously, as he replaced his hat. Mavis took note of her long, toned legs, and the gentle swelling of her chest. Her skin was deeply tanned from time spent out in the sun, creating this village for her people.

"Hostiles, you say?" Trapp asked. "As you know, we're not exactly an army. Five hundred freed slaves left on that cruiser. Of that original number, one-third died within the first year. It was very hard at first. We had no way to sustain a population that large. Most citizens were not skilled in any way that was helpful. The only trade they had been schooled in was pleasure. This led to an early population growth of children that we could not support. Many mothers did not survive childbirth. Our numbers continued to decline, until a group of us decided to go off on our own."

"On your own? What do you mean?" Alanah asked hesitantly.

"We had to survive, dear. We decided it was best to... leave, so that at least some could survive," Melissa acknowledged coldly.

"Even if the rest had to die?" Daniel asked. "That's not what you were ordered to do!"

"I don't take orders from you any more, human," Melissa objected. "Despite your noble intentions, a hundred thousand slaves were sent off into space to survive with no skills, no shelter, and no leadership. If you could have done any better, then you should have been there."

Daniel seethed with regret. He knew that there was substantial risk in sending them off the way that they had, but there was no way to care for them all. He and Justice had surmised that it was better to learn to survive on your own, or die; rather than live as a slave. Still, with all of his power, he imagined there was more he could have done.

Trapp softened. "Listen, I'm sorry. None of it was your fault, Daniel. You did more than anyone else could have. The truth of the matter is that surviving was difficult, but we endured. And every single citizen of this moon has you to thank for it. They never stop talking about you."

Ignoring her veiled compliment, Daniel pressed on. "Where is Groon?"

"He is nearby. I can show you. I don't know that you'll have any luck with him, though. He is rather single-minded, as you may remember," Melissa answered.

"We have to try. Thank you for your time, Mayor Trapp." Daniel rose to leave, and his two friends rose with him.

Melissa found herself unsure of how to proceed. She wanted to help them; she owed it to them. She had too much to lose, though. Her town needed her, and she needed the men it would require to help them. She offered them directions to Groon's residence. It was a few miles up the road, away from the jurisdiction of the town.

As they walked, they passed by numerous carriages traveling to and from the town. Trapp had established a successful colony on this moon. Daniel understood her reluctance to help them.

Alanah had bitten her tongue firmly in the meeting with Mayor Trapp, but decided to air all of her grievances on the walk to Groon's. "That bitch!"

"Leave it alone, Alanah," Daniel urged.

"No! She refuses to help, and then blames us for all her problems! Give me a break! Daniel, she admitted that she ditched most of the slaves from her ship. Just left them out to die! Their babies, too! Fucking bitch!"

"I know. Just leave it. We don't need her anyway," Daniel explained.

"You should make her help us," Alanah suggested.

Daniel stopped suddenly, and turned to Alanah. "No," he answered firmly. "I won't. Not like that. Not anymore."

Alanah started to argue, but saw the regret and sadness in Daniel's eyes. He hated himself for abusing his powers, but now they actually needed them. Alanah saved her rebuttal. They were approaching an isolated cabin along the dirt road.

The grass had grown high in the front yard, nearly covering a stone path to the door. The wood on the porch was chipped and faded. The three approached pensively. Groon had been a necessary ally in the rebellion at the Academy, but Daniel feared what he may have become afterward.

Daniel raised his fist to the wooden door. He listened for any sounds from within the cabin. He heard nothing, and began a steady pound against the thick oak. After a minute, they had still heard no sounds. Daniel began pounding again. This time with more intent. Suddenly, the thick door flew open, and a giant man exploded through the threshold, seizing Daniel by the throat.