Author’s Note: Hello again, readers! All still alive out there? That’s good…

Anyway, here’s the next instalment of Amy, Captured! I’m glad that the cliffhanger from the last chapter seemed to go over so well. Because of that, I was able to post two chapters within a few days of each other. Woo!

Special thanks goes to Isabel for her editing, and to Allyourbase for some truly excellent advice and suggestions. Thanks to the both of you!

Comments, votes and feedback are always appreciated. I hope you enjoy the chapter! 


The shuttle landed lightly upon the rear landing pad, Mara practically leaping out while they were still in midair. Sander had once heard her remark that her entire life had been one long search for pleasure in all forms; taking this as true, it was hardly surprising that she was excited to be here. The Trine were renowned across the galaxy for their… unique abilities, and there wasn’t a living being alive that hadn’t harboured some secret thought about visiting with them, provided that they weren’t asexual.

The sea air was still and light, seemingly achieving a relaxing ambience without moving at all. The sunlight engulfed them all as soon as they were off the shuttle, creating interesting geometric patterns through the clouds. The pristine sea made it seem as though they were floating on the surface of a colossal mirror.

There was a member of the Nirvana staff there to greet them when they landed. She was a Trine-form, still in the early stages of her life-cycle. All three humans gave a sharp intake of breath; there was something about the alien that was so… alluring.

Trine-forms were humanoid, and this one was typical of the species, meaning that she was entirely unlike anything that Sander, Mara or Amy had ever seen before. Her basic shape was that of a perfectly formed, athletic woman, with several factors hinting at her nonhuman origin. First, her hair was a shimmering, light pink. Her skin was pale almost to the point of translucence, a milky white colour that seemed luminous in the bright sunlight. Her eyes were a deep green, and they came to settle on each of the visitors in turn, regarding them with a speculative gaze that brimmed with energy and eagerness. She was slightly shorter than the three humans, but this was to be expected. As her life-cycle continued she would grow taller, and in later forms travel even further from her humanoid roots. But it was in this shape that the Trine-forms had found their niche in an expansive galaxy, when they discovered that their unique psychic talents had unexpected results on certain species’ nervous systems.

‘Hello, visitors!’ The Trine-form said brightly. ‘I am Lysithea, and I shall be your guide for the duration of your stay at Nirvana.’

‘Yo,’ Mara grinned, raising a hand in greeting. Lysithea nodded in return, then quickly turned to regard Sander.

‘I take it that you and your girlfriend-‘

‘Ha!’ Amy cut in.

‘-will be the ones partaking of our services today?’ Lysithea finished, making a sterling effort not to notice the interruption.

‘Sure, the two of us will be partaking,’ Mara said smoothly, gesturing to Sander and herself. ‘As will our slave. She’ll be getting the special deal.’

‘Aww…’ Amy whined, as the situation turned against her.

‘This is unusual, visitors,’ Lysithea’s head tilted slightly. ‘We do not get many requests to service slaves.’

‘I’m not a-‘ Amy began to protest. The collar activated, shutting her mouth for her with a highly frustrated growl.

‘Well, lucky for you we’re super rich and willing to spread it around,’ Mara smiled.

We?’ Sander hissed incredulously.

‘Very well,’ Lysithea smiled. ‘Please, follow me.’

Lysithea led them around the edge of the building. There was a distinctly tropical feel about the deck, as though everything within a certain radius was pineapple flavoured. Sander stretched in the warm embrace of Theros’ sun and looked out over the purgatorial water. It was slightly eerie, but undeniably relaxing.

‘Check out that view, wow,’ Sander grinned. ‘Aren’t you afraid of getting walk-ins here?’

‘Not an issue,’ Lysithea said over her shoulder. ‘Nirvana changes position daily to avoid being located by the public. The sea is large, and we are protected by what law there is on Theros. We are highly valued here.’

‘I can imagine…’

‘Oh yes,’ Lysithea smiled like an angel, teeth-sharper than the typical human variety- glinted in the sunlight. ‘Now, if you would just wait here for a moment, I shall prepare a private room for your use.’

Lysithea disappeared into the interior of Nirvana, leaving the three visitors to look out over the sea. Amy edged away from Sander and Mara, still being careful to remain in their sight. Mara leaned over the railing, gazing out over the crystal clear vista.

‘So, will we be partaking of Nirvana together?’ Sander joined her, glancing sidelong at the blonde.

‘Yes,’ Mara drew out the word. She knew what was coming. Sander was nothing if not persistent.

‘So, what if-‘

‘I know where you’re going with this, Sander, so you need to hear this. We would probably be a disastrous couple, you know that?’

‘All my personal relationships are disastrous,’ Sander reminded her.

‘Look at the two of us; we’re beyond the pale,’ Mara laughed. ‘We’re goddamn insane, Sander! Look at what we’re doing!’ She gestured to Amy, ‘Do you think we could ever be forgiven for this?’

‘No, definitely not,’ Sander answered quickly, as though he had the answer chambered up and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

‘Then is it worth it?’

Sander was silent for a long time. He gazed out over the endless ocean, deep in thought. When he finally answered, it was quiet, yet firm.

‘I have nothing else.’

Mara pointed at him, eyes liquid and hard to read, ‘You just hold onto that thought, Hackett. In the end, you don’t have anything but me and your tool over there,’ Again she gestured to Amy. ‘Once again, let’s not test the waters while we’re distracted by other things.’

Sander opened his mouth to say something, but Lysithea chose that moment to reappear and usher her guests into a private room overlooking the water. The room was large and dimly lit, and the moment Sander crossed the threshold he shivered.

‘Whoa… That doesn’t feel good. Ugh…’ He swayed on the spot, gritting his teeth.

Mara stuck out her tongue and gagged, eyes screwed shut, ‘What the fuck is…’

Amy felt it too, like every cell in her body had suddenly expanded. Every sensation, from the soles of her feet pressing against her shoes to the movement of air over her skin seemed unbearably magnified. She understood why Mara had retched; she could feel the back of her tongue pressing against the roof of her mouth in excruciating detail.

‘This room is enclosed in a Neurological Amplification Field,’ Lysithea explained evenly. ‘What you are experiencing is the magnification of your body’s physical sensations. You will adjust to it soon, and the nausea will pass.’

‘Honestly? I would fucking hope so!’ Mara said unsteadily.

‘Just ride it out, Mara…’ Sander groaned.

The trio steadied themselves against any available surface to suffer through the sickness. They had become aware of every tiny movement, every little, long-ignored sensation; Sander could actually feel the blood pumping through his veins.

Slowly, the sensations receded, becoming mere background noise once more. Sander still had the sensation that he was floating, and his awareness of his physical body was still amazingly acute, but it was no longer unpleasant. He stood on his own two feet again, marvelling at his newfound ability to feel every crack and depression of the interior of his shoes. Around him, Amy and Mara were doing much the same, moving slowly to experiment with their new sensitivity.

‘There you are!’ Lysithea nodded approvingly. ‘Better already, yes?’

‘This is so weird…’ Amy said unsteadily, waving a hand in front of her face and feeling the air currents rendered in incredible detail.

‘I kind of like it,’ Mara said, grinning and feeling each and every muscle in her face move.

‘I am glad,’ Lysithea said. ‘But we should continue to the next step. Are we all aware of how this process works?’

‘I am,’ Sander nodded, and then gestured to Amy and Mara. ‘I doubt that they are.’

‘It’s true,’ Mara nodded sagely. ‘I don’t have much book learning.’

Lysithea merely smiled inscrutably and gently placed her palm on Sander’s forehead; in the throes of Neurological Amplification, he was surprised to learn that her skin was rough, almost like a shark’s, and very warm.

‘You will learn,’ Lysithea glanced at Mara before closing her eyes.

Sander’s eyes screwed shut and he shuddered as Lysithea went to work. He felt a humming inside his mind, like an inner radio being tuned. This sound quickly faded away, replaced by a soft tinkling noise that itself faded away to silence. He felt strange, as though something new had been introduced to his mental processes.

‘We are connected,’ Lysithea said quietly. She tilted her head, just slightly, ‘You are a complex man, aren’t you? So angry, and sad, all at the same time. And above it all, you are terribly lonely.’

‘Stop it!’ Sander hissed. ‘I’m not paying you to dispense psychological advice, and I’m fine with my mental illness!’

‘My apologies,’ Lysithea said evenly. ‘It is in the nature of the Trine-form to analyse what we discover in the individuals we connect with. Many find it entirely helpful.’

‘I do not!’ He growled. ‘Let’s just move on.’

‘Very well,’ The Trine-form shrugged. ‘I shall repeat the process for your companions, and then we can begin the game in earnest.’ She smiled that bright, ageless smile.

‘Hey, wait a minute,’ Mara said. ‘What exactly is the “process,” huh?’

‘The Trine are hive-minded and psychically linked with one another, Y’know, sort of like the Ood?’ Sander looked to Lysithea for confirmation. She nodded.

‘Strong psychic link, yes. But not like the Ood,’ She said, a little snippily. ‘We do not need to carry our brains in our hands.’

‘Anyway, Trine-forms at this stage in their life-cycle can attune their minds and sympathetic nervous systems to be compatible with another species,’ Sander explained. ‘In effect, we’ll all be linked up when the games start. It’s an interesting sensation, but I can’t dip into Lysithea’s mind like she can into mine, for some reason.’ He shot the alien a pointed glance.

‘We have become adept at shielding our own thoughts from others, sir. It wouldn’t do to have everyone we join with knowing our innermost feelings, especially in this line of work. But do not worry, since you have requested that I no longer read your mind, I shall offer no further intrusion. However, the three of you will be connected to each other in a rudimentary fashion; just emotional states and shared physical experiences, nothing terribly deep.’

‘We’ll be able to read each other’s minds?’ Amy said, aghast at the idea. Something about letting her captors into her mind crossed all kinds of lines.

‘No. You will share feelings, nothing more. It takes years of training to achieve the level of extrasensory perception that I have, not to mention a natural Trine-form affinity for the craft.’

Lysithea said briskly. ‘You will understand the process better once you have become a part of it.’

She stepped up to Mara, pressed her hand to the human’s forehead. Again there was the slight shock, the noises in the mind, and finally the sensation of something moving just beyond to edge of Mara’s perception. Lysithea stepped away and nodded with satisfaction.

‘You are connected, Mara-‘ Lysithea paused, tilted her head. ‘Oh… Well now, Mara. That is interesting…’

The alien’s gaze shifted to Sander, searching his face. Her delicate brow furrowed, and she turned back to Mara with a look of compassion, ‘He looks so similar! How can you stand to be around him, when he looks like that?’

‘Shut up,’ Mara said through clenched teeth. ‘Just shut up.’

‘Oh, Mara…’

‘I don’t care what you’re seeing,’ Mara whispered. ‘Just shut up. Sander’s not… He’s not the same. He’s not Walker.’

‘Very well, Mara,’ Lysithea said, slightly sadly. ‘I shall withdraw.’

‘Fine. Good,’ Mara hissed.

Lysithea turned her head, regaining her former composure, ‘Just one more now.’ She smiled soothingly at Amy, picking up on her nervousness at the situation. She reached up to touch her.

‘Wait,’ Amy began, backing away.

‘Amy…’ Sander murmured, tapping his foot impatiently and glaring at her.

Amy made a helpless noise in the back of her throat and dipped her head in submission, opening herself to Lysithea’s touch. The Trine-form gently stroked the palm of her hand over Amy’s forehead, a gesture of kindness that, much to Amy’s chagrin, was actually unexpected to her. She forced herself to reconsider this new world; to remember that there were still beings in the universe that were not hostile to her, even if her experience so far had been to the contrary.

Once she considered this, the idea of having Lysithea read her mind became far more tantalizing; the collar stopped her from speaking, but it couldn’t stop her from thinking. She could communicate her predicament to Lysithea, find some way to finally get rescued. Amy smirked to herself, overjoyed with her new plan, and closed her eyes, willing for the connection to come as soon as possible.

When it did, it was a total shock to her system. Sander and Mara had grown up in a universe that was larger than a single world; they had been in contact with psychic beings before. Amy had not, and she was unprepared for the feeling of an alien presence in her mind, strange tendrils of thought prying apart her memories and insinuating themselves into the core of her being. What was experienced as mild noises to the worldlier Sander and Mara was an entirely different prospect for Amy. There were lights in front of her eyes, symphonies in her mind, and cold fingers on her spine. She shuddered, an action that shook her to her core and became audible through the long, shaking exhalation that followed.

‘Amy is…’ Lysithea paused, her mouth a grim line, her eyes narrowed. She nodded, ‘I see. It is certainly a unique situation that the three of you are in.’

Amy whimpered, utter hopelessness filling her again. Was everyone on this planet totally unsympathetic to her plight? It wasn’t fair!

‘Oh, no little commentary for Amy?’ Mara said playfully. ‘I figured you would have something to say about her.’

‘It is not Nirvana company policy to judge our guests harshly, Mara,’ Lysithea said. ‘There is very little law on Theros, and much is permissible. In any case, I hope that I can provide satisfactory service regardless of your personal situation. All that is left is to connect the three of you together, although I must warn you: Some of our clients find this next part to be somewhat… intense.’

Lysithea clicked her fingers. Sander and Amy cried out together, hands clutching at their heads. They growled in discomfort through clenched teeth, as Mara stared at the two of them, perplexed.

‘What? This is intensity? I don’t feel much of anything,’ She said, eyebrows arched.

Lysithea smiled, ‘Mara, you have an extremely accepting personality. You’re having very little trouble integrating your companion’s minds into your own. They, on the other hand, are having difficulties accepting a spirit as… vast as yours.’

‘Ha!’ Mara bounced on the spot. ‘Their tiny minds cannot comprehend me!’

‘Something like that.’

‘Ow!’ Sander exclaimed. ‘Mara, is that you I’m feeling?’

Mara closed her eyes and searched; in the back of her mind… She could feel a couple of new things. In her mind’s eye there were two twisting columns of colour, one deep blue, the other vibrant red. Tiny utterances of sound- thoughts, she supposed- flowed through the twin maelstroms. Of course, that was only her imagination superimposing shape and form over something completely different to anything she had previously experienced.

‘Yup, that’s me,’ She grinned. ‘I see you’re knocking around in my head too.’

‘Y-yeah…’ He said unsteadily. ‘Could you just calm the fuck down for a second? Y’know, let Amy and I recover? You’re thinking too fast.’

‘Good lord, is that what that noise is?’ Amy quavered. ‘I thought I’d had a stroke.’

‘Allow me to moderate you all,’ Lysithea closed her eyes, pulling the chaos of three minds together down into a manageable form.

‘Okay, thank you for that,’ Sander exhaled. ‘Mara, you think so loudly!’

‘Yeah?’ Mara challenged. ‘Well, your thoughts are way too fucking maudlin, Sander! Lighten up!’

‘Oh, calm down you two!’ Amy yelled. ‘You’re hurting my head. Inside and out. And… Actually, Sander’s the… The blue one, right?’ Amy gestured, as if trying to shape the words. ‘Wow, that is serious.’

As much as she hated to admit it, Amy was having lots of fun with her newfound telepathy. It was like having a new toy inside her head. She experimented, dipping into Mara’s loud, brash and confident thoughts and finding that focussing on them for too long made her head throb. Pushing herself into Sander’s mind had been a mistake; there was something truly horrifying about looking out over a desolate landscape and realizing that what you are seeing is the inside of another person’s mind. It wasn’t that regular human emotions didn’t feature; she could detect amusement and, distressingly for her, lust floating on the surface of his mind. It was just that anything he did think seemed to be held aloft over a deep well of sadness and rage that at times threatened to consume everything around it. There was a part of her that looked over such a mind and empathized, even took pity on him.

Of course, there were plenty of other parts willing to point out why that was wrong. Sander may be a deeply broken man, but that didn’t make him any less of a monster. His surface thoughts were proof of that. But she would look at him differently from now on, she was sure.

Experimentally, Sander prodded at the minds of his companions. Mara’s mind glowed like a sun, brilliant gold and pulsing with energy, light, movement… everything. She was a tempestuous giant, her every thought possessed of such verve and vitality that it was hard to concentrate on her without developing a headache. Sander was left in no doubt about her limitless potential and frightening intellect. Mara… every aspect of her personality… He could find himself falling for her very, very easily.

He moved his mind on, shifting his focus to Amy. He recoiled, almost physically, at the dark colours floating on the surface of her mind. He tried to convince himself that he was fine with what he had seen, but it was a lie Sander couldn’t swallow. She was filled with such deep anguish, such heavy despair and fear and world-burning anger. When she thought of him, Amy was pure hatred. And she was afraid of him. Afraid of Mara. Most of all, afraid that they would kill her when they grew bored with their games.

And behind the oily darkness, nestled deep within her blackest emotions, there was something else. A tiny glimmer of light. Some positive thought about them… What was that?

Sander flipped his gaze to Mara, knowing instinctively that she was feeling all this too. She stared back, matching his concern and growing revulsion with sheer lack of interest. It wasn’t surprising that Mara felt that way, but Sander felt somehow worse, being alone with his empathy.

With a great internal struggle, Sander clamped down on his feelings, forced himself to be cold. He had committed to this path long before today. It was far too late to turn back. There was no forgiveness for this. The chill fell over his heart when he remembered Elsa, why he was doing this.

Mara smiled at him, ‘That’s the spirit, Sander.’ She said supportively.

‘Stay out of my mind, Mara,’ He replied quietly, shaking his head to dislodge the last of his empathy.

‘Yeah, okay.’

‘Alright, now that we have reached a state of equilibrium,’ Lysithea began. ‘Let us move to the game itself. If you would care to disrobe…’

What?’ Amy exclaimed, voice filled with frustration and resignation.

‘Amy, we’re still on Theros. Also, you came here with us. What did you think we were here for, if not to get laid?’ Mara said. ‘Oh, and also, you get to be tied down.’


‘But of course!’ Lysithea said brightly. ‘You shall serve as the nexus point for out convergence today. You must be restrained, if only to keep you from lashing out in the midst of it all and hurting someone. Also, I am led to believe that many of our guests, Sander and Mara included, enjoy the bondage for its own sake.’

‘It’s true,’ Sander nodded, grinning. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his broad, thinly muscled chest. Behind him, Mara gasped.

‘Is this the first time you’ve turned your back to me, Sander? Where the fuck did you get that scar?’ She said with gruff concern, tracing a hand down a mass of pink scar tissue that bloomed across his right shoulder blade.

‘It’s just a scar.’

‘Sander… This is a serious mark you’ve got here,’ Mara said, consciously trying to stop her voice from softening. She tapped the scar, ‘Where did you get it?’

Sander looked over his shoulder, eyes flashing in irritation, ‘I don’t want to talk about it, Mara! Just drop it!’ He stepped away from her, ignoring her slight pout and big, liquid eyes. There was a tense moment of silence as Sander stood apart from the group, keeping his back to them and Mara stared at him. To his relief, she shrugged and unzipped the back of her dress. Sander sighed and did the same with his pants; he had been expecting to have to fight her on this. Even so, he could tell that she wasn’t done with him yet.

Amy closed her eyes, her entire body carrying her distaste at what she was being asked to do. Slowly, conscious of her utter helplessness, her hands went to the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head and exposing her perky breasts. Mara led the way with an appreciative wolf-whistle, but even Lysithea clicked her tongue approvingly.

Watching closely, Sander saw Lysithea wince as she inspected Amy’s battered body. He knew the alien must have seen into Amy’s mind, far deeper than Sander himself had. He knew that she must have seen the events of last night; Sander had seen her fear of Mara so vividly, and he was only getting the tiniest glimpse of her mind. So the momentary expression of shock that flitted across the Trine-form’s face was made all the more emphatic when Sander realized that she had been expecting this, and she was still shocked by what she saw. Looking at poor Amy in the daylight, he found it hard to disagree.

The pale skin of Amy’s back, ass and thighs played host to numerous fading red marks and a number of deep blue bruises that actually shocked Sander; he had no idea that Mara was that strong. She had promised him that she knew how far to go, and Sander wondered what Amy would look like if his assistant had decided to cross that line. Sander reached out in inexorable, horrid curiosity to gently run a hand over a mark on her hip, but she shuddered away from his touch. Sander offered Amy an apologetic look, and her eyes snarled back at him.

Lysithea went back to professional mode very quickly and, once the three of them were completely divested of clothes, she pressed a panel on the wall. A plate of metal slid away from the centre of the floor and a large bed rose into position. Amy noted with discomfort the ropes hanging from the headboard and the end.

‘That seemed unnecessary,’ Mara mused. ‘I mean, aren’t we floating on an ocean?’

‘Nirvana is a taller building than many realize,’ Lysithea responded. ‘We can store many things below the surface. You would be surprised.’

She gestured to Amy, and then to the bed. The redhead tilted her head and whined pathetically, her eyes a picture of sorrow. Mara gave a sparkling, toothy grin.

‘Come on, Amy. Lighten up! This is going to be pretty special, from what I’ve read,’ She laughed. ‘And just think; you’ll be the only person in the whole of Leadworth to have had psychically enhanced sex!’

‘Is that supposed to make me feel better?’ Amy snarled.

Mara stared, searching Amy for any indication that she was joking, ‘Uh, yes it was. How could that not make you feel better? Actually, I don’t care. I know something else that’ll make you feel really good, but you have to be tied down to start it up. Hurry up, Red.’

Amy was led to the bed, and her wrists were wrapped together above her head. Lysithea’s well-practiced hands moored Amy’s hands to the headboard, the rough texture of the rope presenting an incredible demand on her delicate senses.

The alien’s hands stroked down her legs, her rough skin sending hypersensitive shivers through Amy’s body. Her ankles were tied down, her legs spread and her pink, unharmed, eminently enticing pussy on display. She struggled against her bonds, the coarse knots rubbing against her skin, the pressure intensely present in her mind.

‘Wow…’ Sander said dreamily, staring down at his captive.

‘She looks really good all strung up like that…’ Mara added speculatively.

‘Agreed,’ Lysithea nodded. ‘Now, shall I start the party?’

‘Go for it, alien babe,’ Mara shrugged, her legs folding beneath her until she was cross-legged on the floor. Sander took his seat to one side of the bed, affording him a good view of the action.

Amy squirmed as Lysithea drew close, her dark green eyes boring into Amy’s, a broad grin splitting her pale features. The beautiful alien bent her head low, nuzzling into Amy’s neck. She jerked against her bondage, a sharp cry escaping her throat.

The soft curve of her nose pressed against her neck, her hot breath caressing her skin… Every sensation was magnified to intensity, filling up every inch of her world with its shocking virulence. Sander and Mara pricked up, hands reaching to their own necks. They could feel it too!

Amy felt lips against her cheek, the moist flick of a tongue against her skin making her whimper. This could get rough…

With the opening pleasantries concluded, Lysithea began her sensual assault on the bound captive. Her lips travelled, first to Amy’s mouth, her deep, warm kiss quaking through her helpless body in a wave of all-consuming heat. The Trine-form dipped lower, planting blazing kisses on her neck, collarbone… breasts. Her tongue swished around Amy’s nipples.

‘Oh god!’ She gasped, every point of contact seeming to remember the brilliant sensations and to sustain them for several seconds after Lysithea had moved on.

The light patter of heat had passed lower, ever lower, the muscles in her stomach growing tighter as her back arched into Lysithea’s fevered kisses, tiny moans escaping her throat at every touch. Beside her, Sander had closed his eyes and lowered his head, every sensation rebounding across the newly formed mental link and hitting him and Mara at full force. What was left of Amy’s cogent thought processes wondered what it must feel like to them; at any rate, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

For her part, Amy tried to feel bad, tried to convince herself that this was still heading towards rape, like every other torturous day on this planet. But every time Lysithea placed another gentle touch on her sensitive skin the thought evaporated like mist, no matter how hard she tried to hold onto it. She was being carried away on a rising tide of fire, and she was powerless to resist.

Lysithea’s fingernails were at the insides of Amy’s thighs, scratching gently up the delicate skin. Amy’s legs spasmed at the lightest touch, her ankles jerking hard against their bonds.

‘Ah, such sensitivity…’ Lysithea crooned. ‘This is going to be fun…’

She dipped her head once more, her tongue darting out to circle Amy’s hips, drawing a shuddering gasp from the captive.

‘Yes indeed…’ The alien said softly, diving between Amy’s legs, lapping at her spasming pussy.

Sander and Mara grunted together, the sound drowned out by Amy’s sonorous scream, a sound that continued until her breath ran out. Her mouth remained open for several seconds after, silently shrieking in pleasure.

‘Wow!’ Sander exclaimed, the sympathetic pleasure racing through him in odd ways; he didn’t have a matching set of parts for this sensation. ‘That’s an interesting one!’

‘Word!’ Mara grunted, throwing him a thumbs up.

Lysithea’s tongue flicked at Amy’s petalling outer lips, barely even flinching as the human’s hips bucked desperately against her. She relished the sweet tasting juices that spilled out onto her tongue, driving her soft muscle as deep as she could into Amy’s sopping tunnel. Amy grunted and bit her lip, almost hard enough to draw blood.

Her muscles spasmed against the ropes, drawing her whole body tight as a bowstring, as Lysithea continued exploring deep inside the young redhead. Repeated, endless groans tore themselves from her throat as she arched her back, her breath completely leaving a body that still wanted to scream. Suddenly she realised that, between breathless, animal groans, she was begging. Pleading, over and over for more, her voice cracking with desire. Shame coloured her cheeks as blood pumped to other, highly specific, areas of her body. This was so wrong…

Lysithea was intensely skilled, her warm tongue dancing around Amy’s dripping cunt in sweeping arcs. The Trine-form lapped at her vulnerable clit, causing surges of pure, unbearable ecstasy to burn through her like a nuclear blast.

The heat rose higher, swallowing her mind, blasting down every resistant thought, heating every cell in Amy’s body white hot. She wasn’t fighting a losing battle; she had already lost. The need to cum overwhelmed everything else, increasing the volume and rapidity of her pleading until she was simply gabbling a string of animalistic nonsense sounds. Every muscle in her body was so tight that it hurt… Every sensation was so present in her mind that she was practically blind to Sander’s presence beside her, Mara’s stifled groans of pleasure… Everything faded out.

Lysithea’s tongue circled her burning, sensitive bud, and Amy came. The wave of all-consuming pleasure washed over her, her limbs tensing so hard that the ropes groaned and struggled to keep her contained. Her mouth opened in a wordless, mindless shriek of molten bliss.

Beside her, Sander exhaled explosively, eyes widening as his mind burned. Mara leaned against the side of the bed, her legs trembling and her toes curling. The shared orgasm encircled every nerve in their bodies, singing through them like liquid mercury. It was an alien feeling, at once highly familiar and completely new; a climax of the mind, not the body.

Amy felt herself blacking out as Lysithea kept up the pressure, her senses falling away like sand as her body lit up with a single sensation. And then, as easily at it had overwhelmed her, it was over, leaving her a trembling, gasping mess lying limply in her ropes. Lysithea shifted position, leaning over Amy’s recumbent form to kiss her deeply, the taste of her own arousal invading her mouth.

‘And now you understand why we need the ropes, yes?’ Lysithea smiled peacefully, closing her eyes and sighing, satisfied at a job well done.

‘Well, that was-‘ Sander began breathlessly.

‘Shut up, Hackett!’ Mara moaned dreamily. ‘You’re ruining the moment.’

‘Yeah… Right…’

Amy gave a tiny moan as an aftershock raced through her, drawing the attention of the other three. Sander gently ran a hand down her shivering body, feeling her soft skin prickle under his touch, not even bothering to move as his hand slipped over a series of particularly dark bruises.

‘You can’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy that, Amy,’ He said softly, wiping a bead of sweat from her forehead.

‘I…’ She began, her voice trembling incessantly. She seemed unsure of what to say, of whether any particular sentence would cause her to be punished. ‘Oh, god…’ She moaned, turning her eyes away from him. Unfortunately, this placed her gaze firmly on Mara’s smiling eyes.

‘Aww, she’s ashamed to admit it,’ Mara grinned. ‘You don’t need to worry, sweet thing; everybody here enjoyed it when you came. That was fun!’ She did a little wriggling dance from her seated position.

‘It was,’ Lysithea nodded. ‘But your time isn’t up yet. My purpose is merely to get the motor running, so to speak. From here on in, I shall simply maintain the synaptic link. Whatever else you do is entirely up to you. Although I can offer some suggestions: Sander, you may have noticed how different this experience has been from your normal sexual encounters.’

Sander nodded, ‘I did notice this, yes. I figured it had something to do with the fact that I was feeling a girl getting off, rather than my usual, Y’know, dick.’

‘That’s exactly right,’ Lysithea said. ‘I would ask that you consider the broader implications of this fact.’

Mara cocked her head to one side and smiled, ‘Oh! You mean to say that everything we do is entirely transferrable to the other two… So I’d get the male experience of sex if Sander fucked Amy. And so would she? That’s fuckin’ Meta!’

‘I think our path is clear, then!’ Sander said, happy with any path that ended in him getting laid. He stood, striking a self-effacingly heroic pose. Lysithea nodded and stepped away, taking up position at the far side of the room and closing her eyes in concentration. Sander got the idea that she considered their interactions finished for the day.

Sander trailed his fingers up the considerable length of Amy’s leg, his touch stabbing at her like a knife of pure heat. His digits slid across her hips, finding entrance into the mire of warmth and moisture that was Amy’s pussy. She groaned, weakly, as each knuckle pushed inside her, deeply into her core. He pulled out of her, almost as quickly as he had entered, fingers glistening in her dew. His eyes bored into hers, his passive, wry gaze keeping her entranced.

Sander lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and licked. Every open eye in the room widened. Burning across the mental link, the taste of Amy invaded every tastebud in Sander and Mara’s mouths, utterly different than any other time. Merely human senses couldn’t do this alone, to taste so deeply. Not simply the evidence of Amy’s arousal, Sander could taste what seemed like her very essence in her juices; Amy Pond as pure taste. It was a soulful experience.

Mara giggled, rolling her tongue around her mouth with a delighted “Mmm!”

Amy sobbed shamefully as the taste of her own juices swept through her mouth like a flood. This was too much; at the very least her previous torments had been within the scope of her comprehension. Nirvana was completely outside her sphere of experience, and Amy was at a loss as to what would happen next. What she had already been through here had been unbearable… She didn’t like the idea of repeating it, no matter the variation.

Sander was circling Amy’s prostrate form with slow, predatory movements, enjoying her desperate attempts to curl herself away from him. It was useless, of course it was, but to resist was to exert some form of control, however limited. Amy wouldn’t allow herself to simply lie back and accept whatever Sander would give her.

His finger traced the delicate curve of her jaw. He gripped her firmly between thumb and forefinger and forced her to look at him, spearing her with his shining, friendly smile.

‘I’m going to need some help here, Amy, before I stick it to you,’ He gestured ruefully at his flaccid member. ‘As… Uh, stimulating as this place is, it does nothing for me physically. And I fear that Mara and your beautiful self left me rather drained last night. So we circle around once again to… You need to prime the pump, sweetness.’

‘No. I can’t, Sander… I can’t take this…’ Amy whimpered, gesturing vaguely at the room around her, as much as the ropes that held her would allow.

Sander’s hand left her jaw and wandered to her neck, where a single finger plucked at the Command Collar, ‘ I could simply force you, Amy. That’s no fun, though. I don’t want to force you. From the way you were screaming, you can’t deny that you enjoyed what Lysithea did to you.’ He reached down between her legs, stroking his fingers softly along her sodden pussy, ‘Can you imagine what I could do to you?’

Amy trembled as Sanders fingers pushed against her, the heat building itself back in the pit of her stomach. In the moments of lucidity following Lysithea’s fiery assault, Amy had thought that she could contain herself, push down the desires that formed unbidden whenever anyone touched her in this room. She realized now that it was useless; right here, in this room, enclosed in the Amplification Field, there was nothing she could do. In the outside world she could keep her wits about her, even if they made her beg, the core of her mind would remain hers.

But in Nirvana, Sander and Mara could do whatever they wanted to her, and worse, she would want it. Lysithea and the Field… They tore at the senses, ripped away any self control Amy might have had, turned her into a moaning wreck. There was nothing she could do…

Three fingers slipped inside her, proving Amy’s point handily. She moaned, bucking her hips against Sander’s invading digits, her legs tensing and shuddering.

‘Just imagine the feeling, Amy… That’s why we’re here. This is something special,’ Sander grinned. ‘This is an expensive treat, because Mara and I like you so much…’

‘Surely you want to thank Sander, right Amy?’ Mara bent her neck backwards over the edge of the bed so that the back of her head rested on Amy’s belly. She looked up, over her fringe, to grin at Sander.

‘Oh god…’ Amy breathed softly, her skin crawling as Sander fingered her. ‘Fine, whatever,’ She said bitterly, arching her neck in defeat. ‘Just stop that…’

‘Good girl,’ Sander crooned. He stepped forward, positioning himself so that Amy could reach his cock if she craned her neck. She frowned. He wanted her to reach for it, take it in her mouth under her own power. He wasn’t going to give her an inch.

Angry tears sprang to her eyes as she stared out balefully from under her mass of fiery hair. Sander had slipped his fingers out of her vagina, leaving her with a frustrating empty feeling. She tried hard to clamp down on the desires swarming through her, finding that she was unable to. Momentarily, her teeth gritted, before she reluctantly opened her mouth and leaned forward. Her tongue gingerly licked at Sander’s dick, causing him to groan appreciatively. He closed his eyes, feeling the faint, moist traceries of heat as Amy’s soft tongue travelled the length of his cock, each one magnified by the Field.

Beside him, Mara tilted her head to one side and pursed her lips. Sander gave a little laugh; Mara was having trouble figuring out the psychic link. He himself was trying his hardest to block out the sensory input from Amy’s mouth- He didn’t think he needed to feel his own dick. He was already attached to it. Thankfully, it seemed to be working; he’d never been so happy that his father had made him take psychic training when he was younger.

Both girls straightened up as Sander reached full hardness under Amy’s frustrated ministrations.

‘Hmm! Interesting!’ Mara squeaked, feeling unsettled. It had been odd enough for Sander, feeling something that didn’t exist. Mara and Amy were suddenly having to deal with a new appendage psychically making itself known all of a sudden. It felt strange to feel what wasn’t there, like a phantom limb.

Sander slid forward, pushing himself into Amy’s mouth, making a special point to clamp down harder on the mental link, blocking this specific sensation from his own body. Amy whimpered around him, the vibrations twanging through him like the breaking string of a violin. For a moment, he stood still, enjoying the warmth of her mouth around him. Next to him, Mara’s brow creased as the unfamiliar, shared sensation flowed through her.

‘Alright, enough,’ Sander grunted, stepping away from Amy’s prostrate form, relishing the feeling of her sucking lips as he withdrew from her mouth. ‘Time for the main event.’

Mara fondled Amy’s breasts as Sander moved around her, stepping between her legs and pressing the head of his dick against her wet folds. Amy whimpered, shifting her hips uncomfortably. She could feel the heft and heat of him pressed against her rendered in excruciating detail.

This was going to get rough…


Rory leaned against the hull of the TARDIS, glaring emptily at the screens on the control panel. On screen, Sander had positioned himself to rape his wife yet again. The Doctor swept around the control panel, absorbed in the act of furiously manipulating the TARDIS controls, his eyes glowing with dark energy.

Silence reigned between them. In the beginning Rory had been mad, panicked, furious and desperately afraid. He had followed the Doctor, just a step behind him, as he worked on tracking Amy down. He had been frantically searching for something, anything that he could do to help find her. But attempting to help had only highlighted just how out of his depth Rory was.

Even his random searching on Theros hadn’t been very useful; the trail he had picked up had gone cold very quickly.

And through it all, the terrible, taunting footage of Amy’s ordeals were forced through every screen on the TARDIS, cruelly devoid of any identifying information.

It made it so hard to think! She was physically absent, but Amy’s plight was kept so present in both Rory’s and the Doctor’s mind as to make Rory physically sick with worry.

Rory screwed his eyes shut as Sander entered Amy, causing her to scream hysterically. A low growl escaped his throat.

‘Is there any way to turn that off?’ He asked for the millionth time.

The Doctor sighed in frustration, ‘Rory, if I wanted to turn it off I would first need to figure out how it’s being done. This is a near impregnable living time machine. They shouldn’t be able to hack it. That, and there’s more important things to worry about, for example-‘ He waved vaguely at the screens themselves, his other hand working a series of dials.

In truth, the Doctor wished that he could switch off the screens too. In the back of his mind, a tiny part of him was constantly working on that puzzle. If he could just silence the screens… Turn off his friend’s nightmare just for an hour or two. To be able to think straight without the heavy mass of guilt and fear and anger that burned in his gut. He would be able to find her, given just a little peace.

Besides… He would never admit it; it would never, ever leave his own mind, but… Each glimpse of Amy’s shapely flesh, each scream or moan or squeal, each view of Sander’s cock sliding between his companion’s lips… It aroused him more than he cared to think about. Every shameful twinge of lust, intermingled with true horror at what was happening to a woman that he had pledged to protect… His twin hearts beat faster.

He had gotten distracted, back on Theros. That black hole of guilt would follow him forever. It had just become too… tense. The lure of the flesh so rarely intruded in on his mind. He had needed to do something about it. Sure, it had only taken a few minutes, but this was hardly the time. He just hoped that Rory never found out; he would probably punch him again.

That Shangri-La public hall, though… Wow.

It didn’t help that Rory was constantly glaring at him. The Doctor couldn’t help but think that he blamed him for what had happened to Amy. It was true, if he had never met her, she wouldn’t be in this situation, but still…

‘I can’t even tell how they’re getting this footage!’ The Doctor burst out suddenly, one hand gripping the corner of the panel tightly, ‘They only have cameras at their base, and they’re definitely not there now! That’s the problem with these bloody cowboy types: everything they do is so loose and amateurish that it’s hard to figure out!’

‘Yes, that must be it,’ Rory snapped. ‘They haven’t stumped you, or anything, That’s impossible! No, they’re simply so beneath you that you can’t even perceive them. Because you’re the Doctor, and you never lose.’

‘That’s exactly right, Rory,’ The Doctor turned suddenly. ‘And I’d be getting around to winning this one a whole lot faster without you sniping in my ear every few minutes!’

‘Well what do you want me to do, Doctor!’ Rory yelled, standing suddenly and crossing the distance between them in seconds. He pointed at the screen, ‘Look at her, Doctor! She needs our help, and we’re no closer to finding her!’

The Doctor averted his eyes, completely unwilling to look at Amy’s tied, vulnerable body for any number of reasons. Probably best not to get… distracted again, especially since Rory looked ready to lash out.

The idea hit him suddenly, as they tended to, ‘Shut up,’ He said, just as suddenly.

‘What?’ Rory growled.

‘No, no, no! Just shut up for a minute…’ He closed his eyes, butting his forehead with the palm of his hand. ‘I am so bloody thick!’

‘What? What is it?’

‘Trine-form!’ The Doctor burst out. ‘How could I have missed it?’ He began manipulating the TARDIS controls again with renewed fervour.

‘Care to ensure that I don’t miss it either?’ Rory said quizzically.

‘No time! I think I know how to find Amy! We need to move, now!’


To be continued…