Author’s Note: Hello, humans! So, this is the first chapter of Amy, Captured, a series of erotic Doctor Who fan fiction I started back in January, and have been posting on for almost a year now. You can read the full series, plus what’s there of series two- Panic Moon- on that site (and I’d certainly appreciate the views, plus whatever comments or votes y’all are willing to give…) but I’ll be posting the old chapters here, probably at a rate of one every few days, with some improvements and grammatical polish to make it worth a second look. Consider this the special edition, I guess. Also, when I finally get to new chapters of Panic Moon, they’ll probably be showing up here a few days before they are released on Lit, so look forward to that. I guess. If anyone’s even reading.

Please, if you like what you see, let me know. Post a comment, the more elaborate the better. I need, need, need your feedback, potential audience, in order to improve. Good or bad, just let me know, please!

Content warning, though: this story is for adults, and contains explicit nonconsensual sex and bondage, so if that’s not your thing, please move on. For god’s sake, don’t read the damn thing and then complain about it, because that’s just rude. With that out of the way, I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Kurokami, signing off!


The button was pressed…

Amy Pond awoke, not with a start, but gently, as if awakening from a long nap. For a moment, she was groggy as the curtain of sleep fell away and the comfortable warmth around her cradled her still addled mind. It wasn’t long, however, before she realized that something was terribly wrong.

The room was unfamiliar. In her travels with the Doctor, Amy had become accustomed to unfamiliar rooms, but the fact that she had not exited the TARDIS to get to this one was cause for concern. And since neither the Doctor nor Rory was anywhere to be seen, the concerns just kept piling up.

She was also bound, which turned the situation from “concerning,” to “deeply frightening.” As her head wheeled wildly, fiery red hair flailing, she saw that she was shackled to a large cross-shaped device. Her legs were together, bound in the same solid metal ring, and her arms were splayed wide, contained in two sturdy manacles. The whole set up was suspended three feet off the ground.

She was facing a window, the thick glass displaying a panoply of stars winking gently against the cold void of space. The left corner of the window was playing host to a white planetary mass, just barely visible if Amy craned her head through its limited range of movement.

‘She’s awake, sir,’ came a voice from beyond Amy’s range of vision. It was female, and ice tinkled on every syllable.

‘Excellent, Shimizu. It’s good to see the system works,’ Came a second, male voice. ‘It cost enough, anyway.

‘The connection is stable, sir,’ Came yet a third voice, another girl. ‘We are ready.’

‘Mara, you’re a genius.’

‘What’s going on here?’ Amy called out, trying to keep her fear out of her voice.

‘Talking already?’ Said the male voice. ‘That’s ahead of schedule. Rotate her.’

There was the click of a switch being flipped, and Amy found the motors that suspended her prison whirring to life. She turned, her captors eventually visible to her.

At either side of the large, steel-grey room, the pair of women worked at computer consoles, the purpose of which Amy could only guess at. One was a tiny Asian woman with dark, cold eyes that glanced contemptuously at Amy, when they deigned to look her way at all. She was wearing a black button-down shirt and pants that were just tight enough to accentuate her dancer’s curves and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.

The other was a tall, statuesque blonde woman with constantly moving ice-blue eyes and a pair of dark red lips that were twisted into a wry smile. Everything about her expression belied a sense of vague amusement at the scene that was playing out around her. She was wearing a much more colorful outfit; a pink t-shirt with a happy cartoon donut on it and jeans so tight they must have been painted onto her graceful, well-muscled legs.

But it was the man between them that demanded Amy’s attention.

He was seated in a futuristic looking chair and glared up at the bound Amy with a combination of anticipation and intense coldness that sent a chill down her spine. He slouched low in his seat, but if he were to stand tall he would have been almost six-feet of wiry muscle and unbearably hip clothing. His short black hair was spiked in an impossibly complicated hairstyle, and he split into a wide grin as Amy watched him.

‘Hello, Miss Pond. So nice that we could finally meet in person.’ He said in a voice that was altogether too friendly. ‘I am Sander Hackett, but please, call me Sander.’

‘Why am I here?’ Amy asked, again straining to sound relaxed. ‘Where is this place? Where’s the Doctor?’

‘So many questions…’ Sander shook his head. ‘Well, you’re here to help me fulfill a certain endeavor that has been taking up much of my time for the past thirteen years. As to where we are… We’re currently on an asteroid in orbit around Carcer, the moon of the planet Vesperia. The year is 3375, by the way. I gather it can be very confusing, traveling through time. And yes, I did pluck you from the TARDIS.’

‘How do you know all this? And… could you let me down?’ Amy added, hopefully. Panic was rising through her, but she couldn’t become a slave to it. This Sander guy said he needed her help; maybe he could be receptive to requests.

‘Oh, I couldn’t do that,’ Sander laughed. ‘Not yet, anyway. You’re very important to me, Miss Pond. Amy, I suppose. We’ll be seeing a lot of each other, now that I think about it. You see, Amy, you’re here to help me get my revenge on the Doctor.’

‘Oh, hell,’ Amy murmured. This didn’t sound good…

‘He will find me, you know.’ She said aloud. ‘He always does.’

‘I love it when you talk. Your accent is simply charming,’ Sander smiled. ‘And no, the Doctor will not be coming to your rescue. I took you from the TARDIS with a little temporal displacement device that myself and my assistants here have been working on for some time. Completely untraceable, you know. I made sure. And do you see that camera over there?’ Sander pointed to a lens jutting from one of the walls. ‘That’s transmitting straight to the TARDIS. With a delay, of course, so that we can edit any footage that may compromise our location. After all, it wouldn’t be revenge unless he saw it.’

‘Why are you doing this?’ Amy said. Her wrists were beginning to go numb. There was very little below her to support her weight, and she was taking an uncomfortable portion of it on her wrists and shoulders.

Sander’s eyes grew dark, and his face twisted under the weight of a new, strongly surging animosity. He stalked from his chair over to the prostrate Amy, running his hand down the side of her face. She jerked away from his touch, though total escape was impossible.

‘I’ll tell you. You have a right to know why this is happening to you, especially later. To know that this is his fault.’

Sander turned his back to Amy, and gestured to the blonde, ‘Mara!’ he exclaimed. Mara tapped in a number of commands. A segment of the floor in front of Amy drew back, and light poured out, arranging itself into a holographic display. The words “Hackett Industries” floated before Amy in a large, blue font.

‘I used to rule Vesperia, the planet below us. The government of New Earth funds the initial colonization of worlds like it, but they hand off the infrastructure of them to private organizations. I was the CEO of Hackett Industries, still am, I suppose, for what good it does me, and Vesperia was given to my company to run as we saw fit. Hackett Industries was a military contractor; we made combat robots and army drones. With that kind of firepower at my disposal, there was no force on the whole planet that could refuse my will. Vesperia was mine, its cities were mine, everything was mine.’

‘Sounds lovely for everyone else,’ Amy snapped, without thinking. It probably wasn’t smart to antagonize this man, but she couldn’t help it.

‘Your accent is becoming less inherently charming, Amy. Any further outbursts will be punished. Vesperia had an indigenous population in the form of the Vespers, a humanoid race that, in time, became assimilated into the expansion efforts.’

‘You turned the natives into slaves.’ Amy said icily.

‘Shimizu, punish her.’

The Japanese woman tapped at her console. There was a loud thumping noise as a small charge of electricity raced through Amy, making her cry out in pain. Stars danced before her eyes.

‘Mild pain reaction achieved. The estimates were good, sir.’ The Japanese woman, Shimizu, said.

‘Excellent.’ Sander turned to Amy, his face glowing eerily in the holographic light. ‘That was probably a nice dramatic shot for the Doctor, too, wherever he is. He’s probably furiously tracing our signal as we speak. Unfortunately for you the signal is being bounced randomly across time and space. I’ve had a long time to observe the Doctor at work and prepare for this day. He will never find us.’

‘Why do you hate him so much?’ Amy groaned, still a little dazed.

‘He came to Vesperia, you know. Thirteen years ago. Probably longer, by his reckoning.’ Sander gestured to Shimizu, who pressed some more buttons. The image on the projector changed, ‘That was what he looked like at the time. He’s changed his face twice, since then. Even so, he felt he needed to stop me and free the people under my command, human and Vesper alike. I was unprepared.’

On screen, the Doctor was standing before an immense computer. On screen, the words “System Failure” flashed in warning.

‘He disabled my robots, left me defenseless. I hadn’t considered human soldiers. They have a pesky habit of wanting to get paid. I fled Vesperia as an exile. The Doctor cost me everything I had.’

‘So, what?’ Amy said, her temper getting the better of her again. Her pretty features twisted with anger, ‘You were a petty dictator and the Doctor removed you from power? You don’t like it, so you kidnap me?’

‘The Doctor took everything from me; my land, my money, my power…’

‘No more than you deserved.’ Amy retorted.

‘My wife.’

Amy gasped, her eyes widening. The images on screen had changed into a violent riot on the streets of a vast city. Vesperia was burning.

‘I got away because I was at home,’ Sander said in a hollow voice. ‘Elsa was out shopping. Normally the drones would have protected her, but they went down when the Doctor was “saving” everyone. My wife became a prime target for the angry mob. They tore her apart.’

Sander’s fists clenched, teeth grinding together. The holographic display switched off, and the room suddenly seemed to be bereft of any light.

‘My wife died, and I became a monster. A Genocide. Because at the same time the humans of Vesperia were toppling my establishment, they were killing what was left of the Vespers.’

‘What?!’ Amy exclaimed, shocked.

‘Oh yes!’ Sander said in an eerie calm. ‘They were still human, my subjects. They still hated the Other enough to want to be alone on Vesperia. The Vespers were just barely tolerated because my drones were protecting them! They were valuable, but apparently only to me! I get blamed for my own reign, and for the genocidal rampage that followed my disposal. In the records of history, the name of Sander Hackett is reviled.’

‘How can that…’ Amy began.

‘You see, Amy? That is the truth of the aid the Doctor gives! He swans in, so full of mercy for those who can’t help themselves. Then he fixes everything… And then he leaves. And the consequences of his actions fall on the shoulders of those he leaves behind. He never stays and watches. What he intends and what actually occurs are two different things, once he’s flown away to the next adventure. I was just a pit stop on his way to something more important. His arrogance cost me everything, and the Vespers, too.’

Amy opened her mouth. She closed it again, trying to marshal her thoughts into a coherent sentence. ‘You were still a dictator. You had to be stopped.’

THAT DOESN’T MATTER!’ Sander bellowed, his voice so loud that even Mara and Shimizu jumped. Amy shrank back against her restraints.

‘He doesn’t know what’s best for everyone, The Doctor.’ Sander spat. ‘He’s not god, he has no reason to act otherwise. But now we come to the really tricky part. Once I had resolved myself to revenge, how do I go about it? What could possibly hurt the Doctor as much as he hurt me? It’s tricky, that. I can’t just kill him. He would merely change his face. If I kill his companions, then he just moves on. He’s lost countless friends, and he always moves on. I’ve been watching for some time: Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Donna Noble… The Doctor never travels alone, but once he changes his face he forgets all about them. Like they’re nothing.’

Sander was pacing the floor incessantly now, his boots ringing out tinnily on the steel below.

‘And then he changed again, and found you. Young and pretty, and recently married, to boot! The answer came to me then. Don’t let him forget. Death just means that the memory can fade. Keep the Doctor keenly aware of the agonies that his friend is going through, but ensure that he is unable to stop it.’

Amy swallowed nervously. She hadn’t thought that it was possible, but this situation had taken a turn for the worse.

‘You should know that you will never be rescued. I intend to keep you forever. You’re just another casualty of the Doctor and his wonderful charity.’ Sander said.

‘W-what are you going to do to me?’ Amy stammered.

‘You’re so young, and beautiful,’ Sander turned to look Amy in the eye. ‘You’re going to be my sex slave, Amy.’

‘Like hell I am!’ Amy shouted.

‘Oh, I never expected you to like it, my dear. That’s sort of the point. The Doctor strikes me as the kind of person who doesn’t exactly value his own life. He cares more about others than himself, especially those he travels with. Originally I was just going to kill the Doctor’s current companion, but when I saw that she looked as good as you do, I polled my associates here, and we unanimously decided that banging you would be more fun. I could hurt you- actually, I might anyway- I could kill you, and that would hurt the Doctor. But if I keep you as my pet, if I fuck you, well… That’s something he’s never encountered before, I’ll bet. And he’s still got your new husband on board the TARDIS with him, isn’t that a nice bonus? They’ll both watch every minute, as I use you, humiliate you, whatever. And the Doctor will blame himself, I’m sure.’ Sander said bitterly. ‘His type always do. But there will be no rescue for you, my pet. He won’t be able to sacrifice himself to save you. He’ll just have to watch on. That fucker will remember this, I swear it.’

‘You’re going to rape me? To get to the Doctor? You’re insane! I won’t let you!’ As she said it, Amy realized how stupid it sounded, and how vulnerable her position was.

‘Not just me,’ Sander grinned manically. ‘Mara and Shimizu, too. They both lost out in the Vesperian rebellion too. We have you all to ourselves. Such fun we’ll have. Lower her, Mara.’         

The cross whirred as Amy was slowly lowered to the ground, and then maneuvered into a horizontal position. Sander appeared above her.

‘Why delay it any longer? Thirteen years is enough. I’ll start by breaking you in, but I want you to remember whose fault this is. The Doctor started this.’

Sander produced a long silver knife and, without fanfare or ceremony, began to carefully drag it down the front of Amy’s blue t-shirt. The fabric gave way easily, and with a slight tearing sound as the knife traveled down her collarbone, between her breasts and down her stomach. Sander moved the two halves of her shirt aside, and Mara and Shimizu joined him to admire her body.

Amy’s stomach was smooth and taut with stress, the flawless, creamy skin aching to be touched. Unbidden, Shimizu reached out a hand to stroke her bare skin, but Sander slapped her hand back.

‘She’s mine first. You’ll get your chance.’

‘Please don’t do this…’ Amy moaned, closing her eyes in despair.

‘Oh, Mara…’ Sander sighed in exasperation. ‘Gag her, will you?’

Mara slipped aside, and Amy felt her moving above her head. Mara’s strong hand gripped Amy’s jaw, and a red ball gag was forced between her lips, and tied around the back of her head. Amy moaned through the gag, a sound that seemed to be entirely too pleasurable for the three standing around her.

‘She sounds even sweeter now,’ Shimizu observed with a cheeky smile.

‘Very true,’ Sander murmured. He made a few more cuts to Amy’s sleeves, and was able to pull her shirt entirely free of her body. He discarded it into a trash bin.

‘Won’t be wearing anything but what we allow from now on,’ Mara grinned toothily.

Amy’s bra covered breasts rose and fell with every increasingly panicked breath. Sander savored the movement of them, admiring the elegant black lace of her bra before cutting through the material between the cups with a little “ta-da” sound. The bra, Amy’s last protection against these madmen, fell away. She struggled uselessly against the thick steel shackles that kept her wrists in place.

Amy’s breasts were perfect high-b cup numbers, remaining firm and round despite her horizontal position. Her little pink nipples grew erect in the artificially cold air, and Amy flushed with shame and turned her head away.

Sander’s hand drifted out absently and came to rest of the bare skin of Amy’s knee, sliding up the inside of her thigh almost dreamily. He removed it before his fingers traveled up her short denim skirt. His palm rounded the smooth curve of her hip, up past her belt and on to her stomach. His fingers tickled inside the perfect roundness of her navel causing her to squeal in pained laughter- to Sander’s surprise, Amy was very ticklish- before traveling up her chest to scrape the underside of her breast.

Soon, his palm hovered over her stiff nipple, kneading and fondling the sensitive flesh. Tears welled in Amy’s beautiful eyes as Sander showed every sign of relishing her predicament.

‘You may join in.’ Sander said in a quiet voice. Mara and Shimizu gleefully accepted his invitation, their hands exploring Amy’s body in the same way Sander had, running up her perfect waist, legs and hips. The two girl’s hands would only rarely contact her breasts, which seemed to be Sander’s domain alone. He spent time caressing each perfect tit, toying with them in a variety of ways. His thumbs brushed against her nipples, playing with them and causing a flush of embarrassed heat to flow through Amy.

Her tears were running freely now as she was molested, tiny moans and breathless whimpers escaping her juicy red lips as they wrapped around the big ball gag. An insistent wet pressure had been added to her breasts the moment Amy squeezed her eyes closed. She looked down, and moaned in despair: on one side, Sander was sucking and licking her nipple. On the other, Shimizu was doing the same.

Amy’s sobs increased in volume as an insistent heat and pressure began to build in the pit of her stomach. The weight of her wedding ring, still poised on her ring finger, seemed tremendous. If she craned her neck, she could see it glinting in the artificial glow. Sander had apparently thought of everything, doubtless he had left her wedding band on to humiliate and shame her even further.

Sander’s hand had roamed to the buckle of her belt, the metal glinting coldly in the halogen light as Amy was slowly stripped down. Her belt was pulled off, joining her shirt and bra in the trash. Her skirt was cut away, powerless against the insistent blade of Sander’s knife. Mara and Shimizu continued to caress her bare skin, goose bumps drawn in the wake of their touch.

For Sander’s part, things were going very well. He had designed this initial scenario to be visually dramatic; the knife was probably an unnecessary touch, but Sander could only imagine that it lent a certain danger and visual punch to the proceedings. After all, it wouldn’t be right to bore the viewing audience.

He imagined the Doctor, trying furiously to stop what was happening, following the trail of dead-ends and false turns that Sander had built across the entirety of the universe. The technology was revolutionary, but it was amazing what a person could do given the correct motivation. Everything on this asteroid had been purpose built to thwart the Doctor and his TARDIS.

He watched as Amy’s skirt parted under his knife, flung to the sides of the table by the broken elastic. Mara’s surprisingly strong hands plucked the skirt out from under Amy’s pert, perfect ass.

And there she was, clad only in thin black panties, looking just… wonderful. Sander stopped for a moment to admire his captive. His eyes traveled the entirety of her sweeping, elegant curves, down the pristine skin of her hourglass waist to her long, well-toned legs. Tied down as she was, splayed and vulnerable, Amy Pond looked positively breathtaking. Sander contemplated lifting her back up into the air again, to give the camera a better look at her, but decided against it.

‘Well now,’ Sander grinned, shifting to one side and pointing at the camera. ‘Care to smile for the Doctor, Amy? He’s getting an eyeful, probably, but I’m only just getting started.’

Amy whimpered as Sander slid his knife into the waistband of her panties, slicing through the delicate material like it wasn’t there. It was the work of but a moment to finish disrobing the helpless girl.

‘So pretty…’ Sander murmured. ‘Spread her.’

Mara skipped away with predatory glee and tapped at a few more buttons. The metal of the shackle around Amy’s leg went liquid and split into two as her legs were slowly impelled apart, revealing her pussy to the three captors and the camera beyond them. Fresh tears came to Amy’s eyes as she realized that she was not only being exposed to these three strangers, but to the Doctor and Rory also.

Amy’s pussy was neat, her dappling of orange hair trimmed back so that it hung neatly over her sweet pink slit. Her outer lips had petalled and spread as her captors had molested her, and if Sander craned his neck downwards he could just see her clit popped slightly from its hood.

When she was naked like this, Amy Pond was truly a work of art, positively statuesque. Sander had seen much of the universe in his lifetime, and had previously thought that there was no god. A naked Amy Pond, however, presented a strong case for some form of intelligent design, at least. Sander looked at what he had wrought; this unbelievable girl, spread naked and helpless before him like a buffet table of carnal delights, his two assistants staring at Amy with expressions Sander could only characterize as “hungry,” and, best of all, the unseen audience unable to stop the violation from continuing.

Silently, Sander reached for his fly. His zipper descended, and he fished out his hungry cock, already erect at a solid seven inches. This was the moment he had been waiting for; the point of no return. Proceeding from here would truly push him over the line and make him a real villain in his own story. And yet it didn’t even surprise him how little he cared. His conscience had long ago warped to accept a new set of criteria.

Amy struggled against her shackles as Sander approached, her moans becoming more plaintive and strident as he pressed the head of his cock against her vulnerable opening. Mara let out a manic little giggle as Sander stood, the tip of his penis pressed into her moist folds, his head held high. He reached out, over the delectable peaks and valleys of Amy’s body, and pulled the gag from her mouth. It was good that the camera should hear her crying out as he fucked her.

‘No, no, no, please no,’ Amy gabbled rapidly as her sore jaw was allowed to close. ‘Don’t do this to me…’

‘If you play with the Doctor, you get hurt,’ Sander said, acid positively dripping from his voice. ‘You’re just another victim of his obsession with fixing those he deems to be broken. Like my wife. Like Mara’s girlfriend, or Shimizu’s wife, and countless others that died in the rebellion. But look on the bright side, dear Amy Pond: at least you’ll live through this.’

Sander stood motionless, savoring the moment, listening to Amy’s sweetly deep breaths, looking into her liquid brown eyes as they pleaded with him. Then he pushed forward.

His dick slid smoothly into Amy’s wet depths. He was slightly surprised to find that she was a little wet already; her body having reacted to being touched by the three strangers. She gave a long whimper as Sander penetrated her, shaking her head from side to side.

‘Please stop…’ She sobbed.

He began to screw her slowly, drawing the length of his cock in and out, scraping against her most sensitive places. Despite all his talk of revenge, Sander found Amy almost unbearably hot, and it was difficult not to just go to town on her and fuck her as hard as he wanted. But that could come later. There was so much that lay in their collective future; Sander, his assistants and their precious captive. Now was the time to take it slowly, get to know the ins and outs of Amy’s body, and then use them against her to make her cum.

Sander grinned inwardly.

Outwardly, his lust-filled eyes bored deep into Amy’s as he kept the fingers of one hand threaded into her hair, forcing her to look at him. Occasionally his thumb would press against her lips, trying to slip into her mouth. She guarded against this new intrusion, but it was no use against the vastly better positioned Sander, who would slip past her succulent lips to press against the silken wetness of her tongue. She would attempt to repel him with tiny “Mmm!” sounds, but the idea had been planted in Sander’s mind. He would enjoy seeing what other uses her mouth could be put to in the future.

At every stroke, the slight curvature of Sander’s cock would brush against a spot deep inside Amy’s pussy that sent bolts of fiery pleasure up her spine. She fought against it, setting her jaw and tightening the muscles in her legs to avoid reacting to the blooming ecstasy. But a particularly deep thrust betrayed all that; the head of Sander’s cock rubbed deep inside her, and Amy moaned involuntarily, her hips bucking to meet Sander’s.

There was a moment of stunned silence as the three jailers glanced at one another and tried unsuccessfully to stifle fits of giggling, ‘Well, well…’ Sander grinned.

His free hand slipped down between Amy’s legs. She tried to turn her hips away from his encroaching fingers, to no avail. His thumb found her clit, and pressed down, hard. Amy screamed.

‘Ooh, I like that sound,’ Mara laughed. Sander nodded in agreement, and the game was on.

With a skill that surprised Mara and Shimizu, Sander began to tease Amy mercilessly. His fucking slowed even further, taking his strokes longer and as deep as he could into her swollen depths. Every movement inside Amy was a blaze of sexual agony, and the muscles of her thighs clenched uselessly. Her litany of moans and whimpers grew louder, music to her captor’s ears. And through it all, Sander kept up a gentle, fluttering stroking of her enflamed clitoris.

‘No… No- Uh! No more!’ Amy moaned breathlessly. ‘I can’t take it!’

‘No more what, Amy?’ Shimizu asked impassively.

Amy clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as the incessant stroking and fucking continued, ‘No more of… Of this, Ahh! I need… I need- Oh!’

Mara smiled and leaned in close to Amy’s ear, ‘You need what, slut?’

‘You know!’ Amy cried, and then cried out again as Sander pressed hard on her tender button.

‘I’m afraid I don’t, Amy,’ Sander grunted. ‘You’d better say it, if you need it.’

Mara gave a little giggle, clearly immensely entertained by this exercise. Shimizu followed suit.

‘Oh, fine!’ Amy yelled. ‘I need to cum! Is that what you wanted, you sick fucks!’

‘That’s great, Amy. Your body is much more receptive than I would have hoped, given the circumstances,’ Sander smiled kindly. ‘But you’re going to have to beg for it, if you want to cum.’

‘I don’t want to cum,’ Amy hissed. ‘I don’t want you fucking me at all. I need to, and you’re not letting me. I won’t beg for you to keep raping me.’

‘That’s fine,’ Sander shrugged. ‘But I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing until you do beg. I can go all day, it’s up to you to tell me what you want, sweetheart.’

She held on for a few minutes more, her muscles drawn tight as bowstrings and her teeth clenched to prevent herself from moaning. It got to the point that Sander didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out himself. But just before he let himself go, fresh tears sprang to Amy’s eyes, and she screamed in frustration.

‘Ah! Fine! I’m begging! Let me cum! Please, please, please let me cum, you fuckers! I’ll do anything!’ She screamed.

‘Well, since you asked so nicely…’ Sander laughed as her cheeks burned with shame below him. He gripped her clit roughly between thumb and forefinger and flicked it hard, driving his cock into her with everything he had. She shrieked as the floodgates opened, her hips bucking and thrashing wildly as her eyes rolled up into her head.

Her screams rattled the window as she was consumed body and soul by the most intense orgasm of her young life. It was like someone had poured hot lava into her clit. She was lost in it, and was only dimly aware when Sander came too, unloading shot after shot of his seed deep inside her. She didn’t think it was possible, but her cheeks flushed even hotter.

She came down slowly, breathing deeply and rapidly, her muscles slowly relaxing as she slumped back against the table. Sander slipped out of her as Mara and Shimizu cheered and high-fived each other. Their glee was infectious, and Sander found himself grinning from ear to ear.

‘Oh… You bastards…’ Amy whispered weakly, her eyes closing as tears rolled down her cheeks.

‘Aww, wasn’t that fun, pet?’ Sander cooed in her ear, licking a tear from her cheek. ‘Did we get it, Mara?’

‘Yes, sir. We now have a perfectly viable map of Amy Pond’s brain in a sexually aroused state.’

‘Perfect!’ Sander clapped his hands together. ‘Combine that with the template for anger, fear and the baseline that we already have, and…’

‘We can begin fabrication immediately,’ Shimizu said, tapping away at a keyboard.

‘Fabrication?’ Amy asked, her orgasm-addled brain still struggling to keep up. ‘Fabricate what?’

‘Why spoil the surprise, pet?’ Sander smiled. ‘We’ll be back when our new toy is finished, so just lie back and get some rest.’

Sander’s hand trailed down her naked form as his cum began to drip in tiny rivulets from her abused pussy.

‘Come on, ladies. Let’s leave our new friend to sleep.’ Sander motioned to his assistants, and the three of them slipped out of the room, the two girls whispering to each other in excited tones.

Amy was about to yell out when a nozzle descended from above her and sprayed her with a chemical smelling gas. The last thing she saw was a light above the door changing to display “locked,” before the darkness descended and sleep took her again.

To be continued…