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Girl's Night Chapter Four.
🕑 Added 2020-02-19 02:24:42 +0000 UTCNo longer bothering to deny what whores they've become, The Doctor and Yaz search the cosmos for cocks and arrive in Paris, 1925. However their chosen playmate might prove too intense for them.
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“Doctor?”
The Doctor hummed vaguely, settling herself on the thick purple dildo she’d attached to her favourite seat by the console. Yaz was padding into the console room wearing only her underwear, her lovely young body on full display. The Doctor admired her for a moment and bounced on her dildo, sighing happily. “Yup?”
“I think I’m starting to show.” Yaz frowned, hands exploring her belly. She turned to the side and put her hands on her hips. “What do you think?”
There was a definite swell to her stomach, subtle, but The Doctor was very well-acquainted with Yaz’s body by now. “I’d say so. I think I am too.”
“But it’s only been a month!” Yaz pouted, “If we’re showing now, how big are we going to be at nine months?”
“Um… probably should have mentioned this earlier.” The Doctor murmured, rubbing the back of her neck. “Perisites breed litters. So, we’re actually pregnant with… more than one child.”
“How many?” Yaz asked, going pale.
“Er… eight to ten.” The Doctor winced.
“Eight!?” Yaz yelped.
“It’s not that bad really…”
“TO TEN!?” Yaz shrieked.
“Yes but…”
“TEN!?”
“Sometimes twelve…”
“I’m going to kill you!” Yaz growled.
“It’s not my fault!” The Doctor protested. “Blame the Perisites!”
“Oh, when we go back I’m going to give them a piece of my fucking mind believe me!” Yaz hissed, looking impressively intimidating for a nineteen-year-old human. The Doctor swallowed nervously and slipped off her seat, tugging up her pants and sighing.
“We’re in the same boat… I’ll be here every moment.” She said soothingly, taking Yaz’s hands. “We’ll be fine. I promise.”
“Hmmf.” Yaz scowled. “Take me somewhere nice, now. I need to blow off this anger.”
“Ok, ok I’ll set the coordinates.” The Doctor nodded, quickly darting back to the console and swatting at the controls until the screen lit up with some suitable options. She’d written a special algorithm to find partners for her and Yaz a few days ago, and so far it hadn’t disappointed. It made things so much easier to just hit a few buttons and let the Tardis find them some futas to whore to rather than manually scan through history for groups that wouldn’t just rape and kill them.
Yaz stepped up to the console, still looking thunderous. “What have you got?”
“Well, we’ve got a few options. Do you want past, present or future?”
“Past.”
“Nice… alright.” The Doctor smiled, her quick grey eyes scanning over the monitor before pausing. “Ah, there we are… how about here? Paris, 1925. The International Exhibition of Modern Decorative and Industrial Arts. Big World’s Fair, a year-long celebration of architecture, technology and arts with people from all over the world.”
“You’re not selling this to me.” Yaz sighed.
“People from all over the world gathering, cultures mixing and blending together. People who are forced to live in the shadows finding out there are people like them across the world.” The Doctor sighed. “Here, Hotel la Cerise. Where Madame Odette Duval hosted a year-long orgy for women possessing “That which is the only thing one may find pleasing about the male.””
“So, this Duval hosted an orgy for women with cocks that lasted a year?” Yaz said, sounding impressed.
“She was known as Madame de Silver. After the world’s fair ended, she ran away with the wives of several attendees and disappeared. She was found twelve years later in Argentina with a large family and a mansion she bought with the money the women she seduced stole.”
“I’m liking her more and more.” Yaz smiled. “So, shall we pay a visit to the city of love?”
“I’m game if you are.” The Doctor beamed, kissing her cheek.
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“Madame de Silver does not permit entry to her floors to anyone with a passing fancy.” A tall, masked woman growled, crossing her arms and blocking the door. She would have fitted in well with the Amazons, well-muscled and tan skinned. She wore a tight suit and a silver tie. Her mask was like something out of a masquerade, white and silver, inlayed with pearls. “You are either invited, or brought by someone who is, you are neither.”
“Wait, no, I’ve got an invitation, here!” The Doctor smiled brightly, flashing the psychic paper. The woman’s brows furrowed behind her mask and she sighed.
“I’m unsure whether to be impressed by your confidence that this would work or appalled at your abysmal handwriting.” She sighed. “Scribbling what a disgusting harlot you are onto a piece of paper only exemplifies why you are not welcome here. Madame de Silver hosts only the most sophisticated women from this fine city, not common gutter whores.”
“Wait! Please?” Yaz whined, stepping close. “We’ve come so far, is there nothing you can do?”
“No.”
“But… you’re out here all alone. Madame de Silver must really trust you to let you guard her!” Yaz stammered, “If you tell her we were invited, she’ll believe you.”
“Even if Madame de Silver did trust me as you say.” The woman smirked. “I wouldn’t betray that trust for two streetwalking sluts.”
“Not even if we made it worth your while?” The Doctor asked softly, biting her lip. “You’re out here all alone with such a big party inside? Aren’t you lonely? Don’t you feel left out?”
The woman’s nose wrinkled. “You cannot tempt me.”
“But we’d be ever so grateful.” Yaz mewed. “And we’d just love to spend an evening with such a big, strong woman like you.”
“I’ll bet you’d know just how to take care of needy little sluts like us.” The Doctor nodded, taking Yaz by the waist and hugging her close to her hip.
“Pleeeease?” They whined in unison before locking lips and kissing wetly, making sure to be as provocative as possible as their tongues wriggled against one another. Hands roamed and bodies pressed tight, both of them giggling as they felt the guard’s eyes follow them. Her cheeks were very flushed under her mask now, and there was something thick and hard pushing against the inside of her trousers.
The kiss broke and they grinned, hands still tracing over one another. The guard sighed and glanced around before scratching the back of her neck. “My replacement comes in five minutes; I will take you inside and you will make good on your promise.”
“Yes ma’am.” Yaz purred, eyeing her bulge hungrily.
-o-o-o-
“That was easy.” The Doctor hummed, licking her lips as the pair sauntered into the party. Yaz giggled and tugged the straps of her dress back into place, still glowing from the thick, potent load resting in her guts. They’d each been given masks, hers was sleek and blue, matching the tight, short dress that showed off her legs and hugged her svelte curves. The Doctor’s was black inlayed with gold, fitting with the sleek black tuxedo she’d slipped into, a little ruffled thanks to being tugged off and thrown back on during their little adventure getting past the guard. “Oh, Yazzie, you’ve got cum on your cheek.”
Yaz blushed as the Doctor’s lips pressed against her, scooping up the little droplets and humming at the taste. There was an odd pause as Yaz looked at her, their faces barely an inch apart, and then they were kissing. Yaz felt the Doctor’s hands flail awkwardly in the air in surprise, before she got her bearings and grabbed her by the hips.
They tumbled into a chair, Yaz straddling the blonde, still passionately kissing her. “Y… Yaz.” The Doctor breathed, blinking at her in surprise as Yaz bit her lip, hands resting over the time-lord’s chest and squeezing urgently at her tits. “That… was amazing.”
“I love you.” Yaz murmured, leaning close. “I love travelling with you, I love having sex with you, I love being a whore with you.”
“I… I love you to, Yasmin.” The Doctor smiled, oddly shy for someone who had just been swapping spit with her. “I’m so happy you’re with me on all these new adventures.”
“Let’s stay together then… let’s not go back to the boys.” Yaz breathed excitedly. “They’ll only ask what happened, and you know they won’t understand… we can stay here, keep travelling. Go wherever and fuck whoever we want.”
“I feel bad not saying goodbye.” The Doctor pouted. “We said we were just dropping them off for a weekend.”
“They’ll get over it.” Yaz moaned, attaching herself to the blonde’s earlobe and suckling on it. “Please?”
“I… I’d really like to keep travelling with you.” The Doctor mumbled eventually. “As more than friends.”
“Hmmm.” Yaz giggled, “Why don’t we go find this Madame de Silver and celebrate?”
“You won’t have to look far.” A soft, cool voice said.
Both women looked up in time to see the security guards who grabbed them before they were thrown to the ground.
-o-o-o-
The Doctor let out a meek whine as her latest partner vacated her mouth, leaving her panting and oozing a thick, salty load down onto her heaving chest. She moved her head, eyes darting around uselessly beneath the soft fabric loop blinding her. “Puh… pleashe… where’sh… Yassh?” she asked, mouth still full of spunk. There was a disgusted grunt and one of her tits was slapped harshly. She whined and strained against the ropes holding her in position before the leash around her throat was yanked back.
“None of that, Piggy.” The cold voice sighed. “Your mouth is for receiving my guests, not for speaking. Lord knows you have so little of interest to say.”
“B… but…”
“Silence.”
There was a swishing sound and The Doctor squeaked as Madame de Silver’s riding crop cracked against her bare ass. She bit her lip and whimpered, hands twisting in their bonds before moving back between her thighs. She couldn’t touch herself, not properly, not with her hands tied together, but she could just about rub her thumbs against the dripping wet opening of her cunt. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to make herself feel good as she was throat-fucked and splattered with the cum of whomever decided to use her. The stink of cum was clouding her mind, her nose drinking in more and more of the heady musk as her nostrils were pulled wide by the hooked collar fitted over her head.
She could feel the soft leather of Madame de Silver’s boot against her if she leant back far enough, but that would always earn her a sharp strike from the host’s riding crop and a new bout of degradation and insults. Except once, one time she’d nuzzled back against her current mistress’ leg and received a gentle petting. Leather-gloved fingers stroking through her hair and a soft, almost affectionate tone in the voice that told her what a worthless sow she was, and how lucky she was to be allowed to service Madame de Silver’s guests.
The familiar texture of a hot, soft cockhead prodded her lips and she opened her mouth immediately, tongue lolling out and a soft ‘mah’ escaping her throat as she made herself available for her newest user. The cock that pressed into her mouth was smaller than most she’d serviced over the past few days, almost dainty compared to those monstrous breeding tools. It was nice, cute even. She happily swirled her tongue around its soft, slim shaft and pressed her lips down as far as she could manage without choking herself. A soft brush of curls against her lips came just as the first inch slid into her gullet, making her gag and splutter wetly before pulling back and beginning to bob her head back and forth.
She did worry about Yaz, after three days of near-constant use she hadn’t heard anything from her new girlfriend, not so much as a whimper. The guards who had bound and ravished her had been deliberately brutal when putting her in her place, but she was a time-lord, compared to her Yaz might as well have been made of glass. She hoped nothing bad had happened, she couldn’t bear the thought of going back to the Tardis alone.
She released a quiet, muffled grunt as the cock resting on her tongue was shoved roughly down her throat. She gagged as a few thick ropes of cum were deposited direct into her belly and gasped as her mouth was vacated. As much as she loved being throatfucked she did wish her users would pull out so she could taste the reward before digesting it.
“Th… thank you for the invitation, Madame de Silver.” A soft, shy voice mumbled.
“It’s my pleasure, darling.”
“Y… your pets are very… talented.”
‘Pets.’ So Yaz was at least present, that took a weight of The Doctor’s hearts, but why was she silent and why hadn’t The Doctor felt or heard her even once in the past days?
“Hmm, I wish I could take credit, I’m afraid they’re simply natural whores.” Madame de Silver’s soft, bored voice drawled. “Piggy here is truly infatuated with guzzling semen, it’s all I can do to keep her off the streets begging for the rabble to fill her filthy belly.”
“Why… why do you call her Piggy, may I ask?”
“It’s the only name the poor stupid thing knows.” Madame de Silver chuckled, “She’s a sweet sow, in truth, but treating her like a person is quite out of the question. No, piggy here is little more than a set of holes that occasionally produces something vaguely resembling a thought.”
“It seems… cruel.”
Madame de Silver’s laugh was high and musical. The Doctor felt a tug on her collar and moaned. She staggered up to her feet, her thighs quivering and her knees knocking under her own weight. “Up, Piggy. Show dear Lady Mitra your breeding hole.” The Doctor bit her lip and obediently bent over, mewing with humiliation as she felt the cool air brush her sopping cunt.
“She’s… certainly wet.”
“Drippingly so.” Madame de Silver purred. “Dear Piggy delights in her degradation.”
The Doctor wished she could have disagreed, but as a single gloved finger traced the cleft of her gushing petals she released the most delighted whimper, coaxing a quiet giggle from Lady Mitra.
“Wh… what about this one?”
“Ah, Piggy’s young playmate?” Madame de Silver hummed, there was a sharp smack of flesh against flesh, the unmistakable noise of a fat ass being spanked. “Just as depraved but far, far sweeter. She’s a touch shy and has none of Piggy’s talent for pleasuring with her mouth. I keep her gagged to stop her embarrassing herself, her other holes are far superior in any case.”
“Does she have a name?”
“None that she’s told me, I’m tempted to just call her Piglet, but it’s almost unfair to compare her to this wretched sow.” The Doctor squeaked as the crop swatted her rump again, but her hearts swelled with relief knowing Yaz was alright and nearby, she must have just been gagged. “Please, feel free to use her.”
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Yaz groaned into her gag as the shy Indian woman Madame de Silver had been talking to took position behind her, spreading her folds and sliding her shaft against the soaking pinkness. She rolled her eyes to Madame de Silver, watching as the slim, cruel woman tugged the Doctor back a few staggering steps. The blonde was red-faced and trembling, her rear criss-crossed with red lines from the riding crop and her tits heaving with every ragged breath.
For three days she’d watched her lover be beaten and degraded and throatfucked into stupidity, little more than vague moans and slurred begging escaping her lips. Her treatment, in comparison, had been positively gentle, bound and gagged and thoroughly used, but only lightly spanked from time to time and kept by Madame de Silver’s side.
As she watched, The Doctor was scooped up into Madame de Silver’s arms and dropped roughly down onto the woman’s immense cock. A broken whimper of delight escaped the blonde’s panting mouth and immediately she began to bounce. Yaz moaned herself as Lady Mitra pushed inside her, jaw tightening around the gag and fingers flexing helplessly behind her back. As the latest bout of fucking began, she looked to the woman calling the shots.
Odette Duval, Madame de Silver, was a tall, pale, wiry woman, whose thin frame was slipped neatly into a sleek silver corset, gloves and boots. A semi-transparent skirt hung from her narrow hips, glittering iridescently with every slight movement. Her face was entirely hidden by a featureless mask that was polished to a mirror-like sheen. She was the epitome of elegance and control, a stark contrast to the blushing, quivering mess of a woman currently bouncing on her cock.
“My… this one is… delightfully tight.” Mitra sighed as she pumped into Yaz, slender hands gripping her hips.
“Hmm, she’s young.” De Silver sighed, yanking The Doctor’s leash and forcing her head back, a low hum of approval coming from beneath her mask as The Doctor moaned wantonly into the air. “Unlike Piggy here.” She took a violent grip of one plump, reddened cheek and squeezed hard enough for The Doctor to squeal in miserable ecstasy.
“H… haah… more.” She slurred, slapping her hips down against De Silver’s lap. “More cocks… more cum for Piggy!”
Madame de Silver chuckled and yanked on her leash, cutting of The Doctor’s pleading with a weak, strangled gurgle. “My, Piggy. That’s the most intelligent sentence you’ve ever said.” Yaz watched in horrified amazement as The Doctor broke right before her, The Time-Lord hero who had saved countless worlds had been dying ever since the Perisites had bred her, but there, in the lap of a faceless French aristocrat, The Doctor died for good. What was left of the blonde squealed and howled with bliss as she was fucked, spanked, groped and insulted, grinning widely as her nose was pulled wide. Her blindfold was gently unwound, showing the startling grey orbs of her eyes crossed and unfocussed, not so much as a flicker of the intelligence she had once held.
Yaz whined, worried for her lover but becoming increasingly distracted by Lady Mitra’s cock exploring her hole. She tried to hold on to her sanity as best she could, but it was a futile effort. She drooled onto her chest as Mitra tugged her upright and sat her in her lap, the svelte brown orbs of her breasts thoroughly lubed up with her spit as Mitra’s quick hands spread the wetness over her skin. She trembled and came just moments before Mitra, an impressive load of lovely warm spunk gushing into her well-used cunt and coaxing a delighted, if muffled, mew from her stretched lips.
“Bring the girl here, dear.” De Silver purred, standing and taking The Doctor with her. The blonde quivered and panted, her legs barely supporting her and her hands straining against their bonds. As De Silver walked her forwards her eyes rolled vaguely onto Yaz’s face and lit up with glee, her mindless smile widening into a spit-smeared grin. Yaz groaned as Mitra hauled her to her feet and pushed her into The Doctor’s arms.
“Yash!” she gurgled, falling against her and placing a sloppy kiss on her cheek. “I wash sho worried.”
“Hmmmuh.” Yaz replied uselessly, trying to convey her concern for the formerly brilliant woman through the wordless moan.
“I’m fiiine.” The Doctor laughed. “Look, I’m a piggy!” she giggled and snorted before releasing a sharp squeak as De Silver smacked her ass to get her attention.
“Kiss your little friend, Piggy.” She growled, voice low and soft. “There’s a good sow.” The Doctor giggled again and opened her mouth wide, mashing her gaping mouth against Yaz’s gagged lips. The kiss was as sloppy and disgusting as The Doctor’s cunt had been made, her lips sucking at the red rubber of the gag and her tongue swirling around where it met Yaz’s lips. Yaz could taste every potent load of semen The Doctor had guzzled over the past days at once, she wished she could have denied enjoying the taste.
“That’s enough.” De Silver hissed, yanking The Doctor back by her hair. “Down.”
The Doctor collapsed with a relieved sigh, resting her bruised rump on the cool tiled floor and giggling as De Silver draped her cock over her forehead. Yaz lowered herself nervously, kneeling and blushing as The Doctor reached out to caress her hips, tugging her close so their breasts met.
“I think you two have learned your lesson for trying to sneak into my party.” De Silver hummed. “But because you decided to intrude, I have neglected my invited guests. So you’ll be making it up to them as well” The Doctor and Yaz trembled as the doors to the room opened and a crowd of masked women were revealed.
“You will be taking every last drop of their seed over your worthless bodies until there is nothing more to give.” De Silver purred. “Have fun.”
