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Girl's Night Chapter Three.
🕑 Added 2020-01-22 13:01:55 +0000 UTCAfter their adventures with the Perisites and the Amazons, The Doctor and Yaz search all of time and space for new playmates, landing at the most 'relaxing' spa in the galaxy.
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“My friends, please, is there nothing I can offer for you to stay?” Antianeira begged, clutching Yaz and The Doctor’s hands in hers. “I am Queen, I can offer you every delight imaginable. A place in my aunt’s palace, a life of luxury, a nation of lovers!”
“You’re so sweet.” The Doctor smiled, kissing her cheek. “But me and Yaz have got places to go… lives of our own.”
The Queen’s shoulders slumped and she sighed. “Well… I suppose I should thank you.” She smiled and drew them into a tight embrace. “It was nice to forget my sorrows, if only for a short time. You will always have a place at my table, sisters.” She kissed Yaz more tenderly than she had in the three days they had been whoring together and caressed her hip. “Return to me, please? I cannot bear to think of a life where I do not see you two again.”
“We’ll come back… after the babies are born.” Yaz promised, “Then you can try and knock us up for real.”
“Hmmf, my sisters are not impressed that you goaded them with promises of breeding when you are already with child.” Antianeira huffed, smirking. “Deceive them a second time and I fear they will bind you and make you have their daughters no matter how long it takes.”
“We’ll keep that in mind.” The Doctor grinned, kissing Antianeira one last time before disappearing into the Tardis. Yaz waved goodbye to the amazons, and then followed.
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“Fuck that’s good!”
The Doctor peered around the Tardis console and scowled at Yaz. “Ryan and Graham just left!” She called over the now-familiar sound of Mellixian Club Music.
If Yaz heard her, she didn’t respond, too busy stroking her clit and kneading a little brown breast. She pursed her lips and dropped down, pushing her ass out to an imaginary audience and shaking her rear enthusiastically enough to make her plump pale cheeks clap together. She bit a lip, watching Yaz masturbate, and moved her hands over her chest, squeezing her new assets fondly.
“Yaz!?”
Yaz looked up, her cheeks dark and her mouth open in a pant. “What?”
“New coordinates!”
Yaz perked up immediately and stood, hips swaying as she sashayed up to the console and stepped up next to The Doctor. The blonde bit her lip as the sway of her hips synched up with Yaz, the two of them shaking their asses together as they looked at the Tardis screen. “Past, present or future?” Yaz asked eagerly, eyes poring over the data flying past on the monitor.
“Ah… full set.” The Doctor grinned, “We’re headed to the future! The year 2346 on the fourth moon of the planet Maiaan.”
“And what does that mean?” Yaz asked, biting her lip excitedly.
“It means we’re spending a weekend atx the best spa in this galaxy.” The Doctor grinned.
-o-o-o-
“Welcome to the pleasure-dome.” A soft, synthetic voice cooed as The Doctor stepped out of the Tardis, followed closely by Yaz. “Please enjoy your stay.”
“This is the future?” Yaz asked, looking around at the sleek white walls and glowing blue lighting. “Where is everyone?”
“Busy relaxing.” The Doctor smiled, stepping up to a desk and ringing a bell. “In the 24th century pleasure has become a serious industry. There are Domes like this in every city on every civilised world and they’re all fully automated. A dome this size will have a few hundred separate fantasy suites.”
“And people pay to come here and… what? Relax?”
“Relax in the most completely fulfilling way possible.” The Doctor laughed, “This place calculates the most unimaginably perfect relaxation activity for you. And it’s entirely free, which is good because I don’t have any money… also none of my pants have pockets anymore.”
“It’s free?”
“There’s a waiting list long enough to span the solar system.” The Doctor shrugged, “But I’ve got psychic paper, so we’re good.”
At that very moment a woman appeared from the floor, the chrome metal stretching and flowing like water until a beautiful female creature was standing in front of them. She was all chrome, but even without that was clearly not human, with long pointed ears and a tall crest that continued from her nose upwards over her forehead. She smiled and cocked her head to the side.
“Welcome to the pleasure-dome. Do you have an appointment?”
“Yup, see?” The Doctor grinned, flashing the psychic paper at the synthetic secretary.
The metal woman raised a chrome brow. “This document says the word ‘whore’ thirty-seven times.”
The Doctor’s cheeks flushed and shook the little wallet out before showing it again. “Sorry, I’m a little overexcited.”
“Of course.” The woman smiled obliviously, “Welcome, Doctor, and… fuck-bunny.”
“What?” Yaz asked in disbelief.
“Um, yes, well, let’s get on with the relaxation, shall we?” The Doctor said hastily, slipping the wallet back into her coat and snatching Yaz’s hand.
“Fuck-bunny?” Yaz demanded as the chrome woman glided away towards an elevator.
“It’s affectionate.” The Doctor blushed. “I like you a lot. It’s nice having new experiences with someone.”
“But… fuck-bunny?”
“You called me cow before and I didn’t complain.” The Doctor pouted. “Just because I’ve got bigger boobs than you.”
“That was playful domination.” Yaz scowled defensively. The Doctor huffed and stalked on ahead.
“Honestly I take you to the nicest places and you’re never thankful. I don’t know why I bother.” She muttered, Yaz sighed and caught up with her, managing to catch her hand and squeeze it.
“I am thankful.” She said quietly. “For travelling with you and… for this. I’m sorry if I don’t show how much I love it enough.”
“It’s alright.” The Doctor sighed, smiling slightly as the chrome woman came to a halt. “Come on, once we’re inside, the room will manifest a fantasy to perfectly satisfy our desires.”
“Lead the way.” Yaz beamed, kissing The Doctor’s cheek and following her inside.
-o-o-o-
“God… God don’t stop… don’t stop fucking me… please!” Yaz sobbed, back arching as a long, pointed tongue wriggled inside her. Hands were exploring every inch of her body as she lay on a mound of pillows, tangling in her hair, squeezing hungrily at her breasts, pawing at her belly and hips and throat. Just as many tongues were rolling against her naked, sweaty flesh, and she couldn’t help but giggle as one brushed her ear.
“Are you crying, love? We are pleasing you, aren’t we?” a breathy voice whispered and she groaned, turning her head against the adoring fingers and lips to smile at one of the angels the dome had conjured for her. There was a half-dozen of them, all tall, athletic and entirely gorgeous blondes. The one pouting nervously at her had wings like a dragonfly, which fluttered as she squeezed her arm.
“D… don’t stop… so good.” She managed, and the angel’s face lit up with glee, nuzzling tight against her nipple and swirling her tongue around the diamond-hard nub. “Ah!” The swan-winged angel that had been tonguing at her petals pulled away and rested her manhood over her stomach. Her cock was prefect, long and just the right thickness, a pearly drop of precum was sitting on her plump pink tip.
“You’re so beautiful, pet.” She crooned, rubbing herself against Yaz’s glistening slit. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
“Don’t wait…” Yaz whined, “I want you to fuck me… I want you all to fuck me!”
“We love you so much, darling.”
“We’ll do whatever you ask.”
“I exist to please you.”
The chorus of soft, lustful moans from the angels was like music to Yaz’s ears, she watched with a delighted grin as five beautiful, winged women got to their feet and presented their throbbing cocks to her. Some were shy, blushing and avoiding her eyes as they cupped their immense rods, others were eager, already stroking themselves. The cute one with tawny feathers and a bob-cut was giggling and making her pole bob up and down by wiggling her full, soft hips.
They moved towards her as the one between her legs thrust deep into Yaz’s cunt, her moan of ecstasy cut short as one of the angels filled her mouth. Yaz’s hands flew out and coiled around another two cocks, eagerly jacking them off above her as the two Angels not being serviced lowered themselves down against Yaz and began rubbing their lengths against her quivering coffee flesh.
A sharp orgasmic howl rang out and Yaz giggled around the cock in her gullet, wondering how The Doctor was enjoying herself across the room.
As it happened, The Doctor was enjoying herself very much, and in a very different way. Whilst Yaz was being showered in kisses and complements from her Angelic lovers, The Doctor was being pelted with insults and smeared with spit and spunk like a gutter whore, much to her delight.
“Ghaach.” She croaked as her mouth was finally freed, the golden-skinned Axon and surly Draconian girls that had been plugging her throat stepping back so she could breathe. “Hah… wow… never though sucking off my enemies would be my ultimate fantasy.”
“You should have, you filth.” A buxom Silurian snarled, grabbing her by the cheeks and squeezing. The Doctor cooed at her touch and stuck out her tongue, gleefully gobbling down her fat scaled cock as it was shoved in her face. “You slut.”
“Whore.”
“Cow.”
“Cunt.”
The Doctor whimpered, hoisting her hips up and beginning to bounce on the bald, blue-skinned Serillian that was balls-deep in her sopping twat. There were others gathered around her, almost a dozen hung, angry women scowling and sneering down at her. She could barely keep track as she was bounced around and ravished. She’d never imagined being fucked so hatefully could turn her on so much, the Perisites hadn’t been friendly by any means but they hadn’t smacked her around as much as her current lovers.
A hand as hard and rough as tree-bark clapped one of her swinging tits, drawing a pained howl from The Doctor’s occupied throat. Another slap landed on her cheek and she gurgled weakly, eyes beginning to lose focus as her fantasy assaulters closed ranks around her. All her genius and thousands of years of experience were fading away as her tongue was met by yet more cum.
The Silurian’s fingers raked through her golden hair, scratching against her skull and using her grip to throatfuck the rapidly breaking time lord all the harder. The Serillian beneath her bucked her hips, and The Doctor came, spewing her nectar into the air in a debased spray of quim. The Draconian crouched down beside her, slim green body bare save for her outrageously pointy shoulder pads and spat on The Doctor’s cheek.
“You made us do this. Hero.” She snarled, baring pointed teeth and a black tongue that ran over The Doctor’s ear. “You made us fuck you and breed you and break you.”
“This is what you want.” The Axon hissed, golden lip curling with contempt. “This is what you crave.”
“And really, who can blame you?” A Movellan purred, stroking a gentle hand through The Doctor’s matted hair. “So many centuries spent saving the universe, and what do you get as your reward? Nothing. Everyone always needs saving, and you’re always there to save them, but why? Don’t you deserve some pleasure of your own?”
“You earn cocks.” A brutish Ogron grunted, her cock as huge as her face was ugly. “You bred as reward for being good.”
“Hmm, that’s right, just be a whore.” The Axon cooed, hooking her fingers into The Doctor’s already stretched lips and forcing her maw open wider. “You have a time machine… you can always go back and save the day once you’ve had your fill of fat, filthy cocks.”
The Doctor whined, nostrils flaring in anticipation as the Axon lined her golden cock up with her gaping mouth, the Silurian edging to the side to make room for both their rods to slam deep into the time-lord’s throat. Strangely, the thick, throbbing poles stretching her poor throat didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had when the Perisites had violated her in the exact same way, in fact, The Doctor felt herself piss another jet of her arousal onto the floor to join the growing puddle.
God, she really was a whore, wasn’t she?
So many regenerations, so many lives… fourteen versions of herself all dedicating their lifetimes to protecting life throughout the cosmos. Hadn’t she earned a break? She could spend this regeneration making herself happy and go right back to the heroics once this body’s time was done.
And in the meantime, she could guzzle as much stinking cum as her stupid, slutty body could take.
Her eyes lolled in her skull as her enemies-turned lovers casually manipulated the quivering mess of her body. She gurgled weakly, throat still plugged with a green and a golden cock, and trembled as both her cunt and sensitive, virgin asshole were roughly stuffed by the Draconian and Ogron respectively. Tears sparkled in her eyes at the pain, but her mind continued to scream out with pleasure even as the Ogron began to ram into her guts, her impossibly thick bitchbreaker ruining the time-lord’s poor pucker for good, and the Silurian lashed out with her venomous tongue, slapping her across the brow with the hot, slimy appendage.
Cum splattered onto her creamy flesh as the women unable to ram themselves into her holes blew their loads over her, stroking themselves off onto her blossoming belly, her quivering thighs, her heaving chest and her bright-red face. The smell and taste of cum overwhelmed the poor blonde, and soon she was quite lost to the world, trapped in a debased, hedonistic trance as she was ravished from all sides.
Yaz mewed and clung to one of her Angels as the eagle-winged blonde pressed deep into her sex, her cock reaching all the way inside her and prodding urgently at her cervix. “H…haha… careful.” The young girl giggled madly, “My babies are in there… don’t hurt them.”
“Mmm, we wish we could be the fathers to your children.” Another angel moaned, caressing her inky black hair as she continued to stroke off as many of her angels as she could, smiling stupidly up at the women presenting themselves to her. “Bring more of your wonderful bloodline into the world.”
Yaz giggled and slipped her mouth over the flattering angel’s cock, sinking deep down over it and rolling her tongue hungrily against her head. She was vaguely aware of how much time had passed, but only through how many steaming, potent loads of angelic sperm she’d swallowed down. It seemed the winged blondes took about half an hour to be ready to blow her load again, and Yaz was keeping close track of how many she devoured.
The Angel ploughing her sopping brown cunt moaned and threw her head back in delight, shooting load one-hundred deep into Yaz’s occupied babymaker. The girl quivered and went limp on the mountain of soft pillows, grinning into the middle-distance as her angels kept stroking and rubbing themselves against her. She moaned vaguely as the angel pulled out, and another took her place. The Angel gently patted Yaz’s cheek to get her attention and blushed as she weakly lifted her head to look at her.
“I love you so much, Mistress. Thank you for creating me.” She smiled shyly, rubbing her stiff, erect pole against the absolute mess between Yaz’s thighs. Yaz groaned and bit her lip, hands moving to rest over her cum-splattered breasts.
“F… fuck me…” she whimpered, completely breathless. “I want more… I need more.”
“As you wish, my love.” The angel smiled, pulling back to thrust deep inside the cummy, sticky mess, before freezing. Yaz blinked and then groaned as all of her Angels began to turn chrome and melted into the floor.
“Thank you for enjoying the pleasure-dome.” A soft robotic voice hummed from somewhere above her. “Your nine-hour relaxation programme is at an end. Recuperation and decontamination will begin momentarily. Please return to the pleasure-dome soon.”
Yaz whined and rolled over onto her stomach, the pillows had vanished and now she was sprawled helplessly on the metal floor. All the cum she’d so desperately swallowed and smeared over her tight young body was gone as well, she oddly missed the stickiness and the pungent, intoxicating scent.
The Doctor was lying flat on her face a little way away, vaguely twitching every now and again, her body bruised and scratched. “D… Doctor?” Yaz croaked, inching forwards along the floor.
“Mm hm.” The Doctor hummed, rolling her head to one side and smiling stupidly. “Oh… hi… I remember you.”
“Are you alright?”
“Just… a little bruised.” The Doctor mumbled sleepily. “Apparently Ogrons are really hung… or I think they’re hung and that’s why the dome made them like that… I guess this regeneration is… more depraved than I thought.”
“Your… perfect relaxation was… being brutalised by a bunch of aliens?”
“Hmmm.” The Doctor nodded, arching her back and sticking her butt up into the air to give it a little wiggle. “what was yours?”
“I had a gang of angels.” Yaz sighed dreamily. “They were so sweet… and so strong.” She paused and frowned to herself for a moment.
“What?”
“It’s just… I mean they were all blonde and they were all gorgeous… but now I think about it…” Yaz said slowly. “They all looked a bit like you.”
“Aw… I’m your fantasy.” The Doctor smiled. “You’re so sweet.”
“Shut up.”
Both of them squeaked as they were suddenly drenched with cold, rejuvenating chemicals and then blasted dry with hot air. As exhausted and broken as both women had been, when they stepped from the door of their suite, neither had ever felt better. The Doctor sighed and stretched happily, before ushering Yaz back into the Tardis and taking off in search of new playmates.
