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Girl's Night Chapter Two.
🕑 Added 2019-12-16 08:06:33 +0000 UTCAfter their adventure with the Perisites, The Doctor and Yaz become addicted to being whores for futa cocks and decide to pay a visit to the Amazons.
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“Doctor?”
Yaz frowned, stepping into the Tardis Console room and not seeing The Doctor anywhere. Pipes and wires and tools were scattered about the floor and the immense crystalline pillars, usually lit with orange light, were dim. “Doctor? You in here?”
There was a clatter and a muffled curse. Yaz pursed her lips and walked around the console, seeing two legs poking out from underneath it. “Doctor?”
“Yeah, I’m here, gimme a sec.” The Doctor murmured. There was a small explosion and sparks shot out of the console. She appeared up from under the mass of machinery and glowing crystal, a pair of thick welding goggles strapped over her face. Yaz smiled slightly, seeing the soot and grime smeared over her nose. “What is it?”
“Ryan and Graham are gone again?” Yaz asked, glancing at the door.
“Yup, I can drop you off too if you like. Family visit or something?”
“No… I… I like staying here. Home is… it’s not what I need right now.”
The Doctor stood up and brushed her sleeves down, there was a wary edge to her smile and soot on her nose. She leant against the console and pouted. “I’m… so sorry about what happened. It was all my fault; I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s… it’s not that.” Yaz sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Not… exactly.”
“Are you pregnant?”
Yaz nodded mutely and stroked a palm over her belly. The Doctor grimaced and folded her arms uncomfortably, “Me too… never been pregnant before. I mean… I had kids, long time ago but I was a bloke back then.” She ran a hand through her hair and let out a quiet huff. “Only just got into this body, I’m still not used to it… and it’s not like I can talk to anyone about how this is supposed to work. There aren’t really Time Lords all over the place”
“I can’t exactly tell my parents I’m a teenage mom with and alien baby growing in me either.” Yaz said. “I guess we’re in the same boat.” The Doctor smiled and pulled off her goggles, wiping her brow. Yaz’s heart fluttered and she swallowed. “There’s something else.”
“Hmm? What?”
“I… kinda liked what the Perisites did. I’ve never felt like that before and… it was incredible.” Yaz admitted quietly. “Now there’s this ache inside me for more, and I don’t even know if I want to resist. Have you…?”
“I feel it too.” The Doctor smiled, cheeks flushing a little. “I’ve had a fair amount of sex in my time, but I’ve never felt something like that before… it was kind of amazing.”
“So… what do we do?”
“I… I was going to visit some people.” The Doctor blushed, “A few… similar groups. Experiment with this new body a little.” Yaz grinned and stepped up to the console. She bit her lip and threw a seductive look at The Doctor. The Blonde’s cheeks darkened all the more. “Don’t suppose you’d like to tag along?”
“Ladies night?”
The Doctor grinned and yanked the lever that sent the Tardis wheezing and groaning and tumbling into the vortex.
“Ladies night.”
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“You come at an… inopportune time, Doctor.” A low, gravelly voice sighed as both The Doctor and Yaz’ blindfolds were tugged off their faces. The woman speaking was tall and tan, her long black hair tied back in an elaborate braid behind her head. She was young, maybe only a few years older than Yaz, but was considerably more intimidating. They were kneeling on dusty, hard-baked earth inside a curtained pavilion, a small cot and a lot of weapons were lying around beside the throne the Amazon was resting in.
“Of three dozen Amazons who came to do battle at troy, only eleven of us remain, and our beloved queen Penthesilea… my mother, is dead.” The woman said mournfully. “I fear there will be no future for my people, even if we reunite with my aunt Hippolyta. There will be little in the way of hospitality for you, honoured guest or not.”
Yaz glanced to the side where The Doctor was kneeling, smiling sympathetically. “I know.” She said, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
The younger woman bowed her head, taking a second to compose herself before straightening up and planting her hands on her hips. “My mother spoke highly of you, and… I will observe the ancient traditions. Any woman in need may find shelter with the Amazons, you may stay… I will arrange a bed for you and… I apologise, I have been a poor host, who are you?”
She turned to Yaz who glanced at The Doctor before swallowing. “I… I’m Yaz… Yasmin khan.”
“You are The Doctor’s… slave?” The Queen asked. “Concubine?”
“We’re just friends.” The Doctor said quickly, “and we didn’t come for shelter… we came to offer our service.”
“Service?” The Queen laughed quietly, a small smile coming to her face. “Ah… well you have my thanks Doctor, for one thing, it has been long since I last laughed.”
“Happy to help.” The Doctor smiled.
The Queen eyed her for a moment before frowning. “You’re sincere.” She murmured, eyes flitting over them. “But you are no warrior… what service could you provide me?”
The Doctor smiled and got to her feet, rolling her palms over her belly before tugging her shirt up and letting her plump, pale breasts swing free.
The queen blushed, glanced at Yaz and then smiled.
“I see.”
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Yaz mewed and pushed her face against The Doctor’s cheek, kissing her skin before tugging the queen’s cock away and wrapping her lips around it. The Doctor whined jealously and pressed tight against her side, her head pushing down beneath the queen’s pole as Yaz gurgled happily on its end. The Queen’s breath hitched as The Doctor’s lips enveloped one of her balls, giggling through her nose as bathing it with her tongue.
“Ha… D… Doctor… you have such spirit.” She mewed; one eye closed as her fingers raked through Yaz’s dark hair. “You would… make a good… Amazon.”
Yaz scowled, envy boiling in her gut at all the attention The Doctor was getting, and sank herself down another inch, her throat spasming and struggling to contain the Queen’s pulsing shaft. Her teeth pressed down with just enough force to hurt and the queen yelped, her grip on Yaz’s scalp tightening. “Ah! Teeth!” She caught sight of the greedy, jealous glint in Yaz’s eyes and forced a smile. “Haha… yes, and of course you are… quite talented as well miss Khan.”
Yaz sighed, she’d hoped for more, but she supposed there was plenty of time. Her lips sealed tight around her rod and her tongue began to coil around it, milking it hungrily into her tight wet gullet. The Doctor surfaced for breath and giggled, standing up and pushing her chest against the queen’s face. “You like these tits, your majesty?” she cooed, grinning maniacally as the young queen’s tongue bathed her nipples. “They’re brand new, why don’t you put them through their paces?”
“The gods… work in strange ways.” The Queen breathed, caressing The Doctor’s throat with a strong, calloused hand. “Is this Aphrodite’s way of a condolence? That her war took my mother?”
“Maybe.” The Doctor shrugged, biting her lip as the queen’s hand moved down to grab at a fat tit, squishing her sensitive flesh. “Or maybe we’re just sluts for big fat girlcocks.” She kissed the Queen and ducked down again, rolling her body against the queen’s leg as Yaz continued to throat her. “Did I use that right? Never called anyone a slut before, certainly not myself.” She asked quietly.
“Yeah… you… used it just right.” Yaz panted, letting out a wet gurgle as she slowly pulled her head back and licked her lips. She grinned and forced a wet, sloppy kiss onto The Doctor’s lips. “You fucking slut.”
“My turn.” The Doctor giggled, locking her lips over the queen’s shaft and dragging her way up the slippery pole. She hummed happily as Yaz’s hands laced behind her head, and then let out an undignified “Ghlurck” as she pushed down with all her force and stuffed every inch of the Queen’s cockmeat into her throat.
The Doctor’s eyes crossed with delight, her cunt pulsing and oozing her nectar through her pants as she squatted. The queen was no Perisite, but she was larger than The Doctor had ever been. She tasted different as well, hygiene wasn’t the best in ancient Greece, but the perfumed oils the amazons bathed themselves with made the natural, salty musk of the Queen’s skin oddly intoxicating. A few bubbles of spit appeared around her lips as she pondered the taste, eyes hazy and unfocussed.
Yaz was biting her lip, using her hands to force The Doctor’s blonde-haired head up and down the queen’s pole, basking in the wet gagging and spluttering her friend made as she was throatfucked. She was giddy, though whether that was because of the real-life amazons or the taste of another fat futa cock still lingering on her tongue she wasn't certain. She purred and stroked The Doctor’s hair, watching her engulf the queen’s cock like a seasoned professional.
“Ah… Gods above. I am close!” The queen rasped. Yaz grinned and tried to tug The Doctor back so they could share in the reward, but the greedy cockslurping time-lord batted her away and mewed, sinking herself to the base on the Queen’s rod, drooling onto her crotch.
Time slowed as Yaz heard the queen’s howl of ecstasy and saw The Doctor twitch, her eyes rolling back in her head. She couldn’t believe The Doctor could be so selfish! She saw the blonde’s whole body quiver as cum began to jet directly into her stomach and seethed.
It was only the spray of The Doctor’s cum that brought her out of her sulking, the crotch of the blonde’s pants, already dark and damp, becoming soaked as she squirted with enough force to pass clean through her clothes and spatter the dusty ground.
For her part, The Doctor simply gurgled and caressed her belly as the queen pumped rope after rope of searing-hot spunk into her gut, only to squeak and then moan with joy as Yaz made her move. Quick brown fingers sank into the fleshy mass of her rear and clenched, tearing the seat of her pants clean off and leaving her ass hanging out. The pain and surprise were immediately forgotten as Yaz’s face mashed into the sopping, sticky mess between her legs.
Yaz had never eaten cunt before, unless you counted just days earlier when she had thoroughly cleaned The Doctor’s petals of Perisite sperm. It was wetter than she’d expected, and warmer, and sweeter. The Doctor’s arousal spread over her cheeks as she devoured her, her tongue lapping up and down, flicking at the time-lord’s pearl and pressing as deep into her insides as it would go. Soon the wet pumping sound of the queen’s orgasm died down, and the wet slurping of Yaz’s ravenous pussylicking replaced it.
“Oh… oh Yazzie.” The Doctor whimpered, spilling cum onto her chest as she panted and moaned. “Oh, that’s wonderful! Oh yes! Don’t stoooop!”
“You… fucking… filthy whore.” Yaz growled, tearing herself away from The Doctor’s opening but keeping her trapped on the ground with her arms around her legs. “You greedy cow! I wanted that delicious Amazon cum!”
“I’m sorry Yaz.” The Doctor whined, eyes crossing as she wiggled desperately back, begging for more. “I’m such a greedy cow, I’m sorry I didn’t let you slurp up all that yummy cum.”
Yaz panted and turned her attention up to the bewildered queen, her grip on The Doctor’s fat white ass tightening. “Your majesty… please… fuck my holes whilst I punish my slut friend.” The queen blinked and cleared her throat.
“Miss Khan… I am sorely tempted, but I am truly spent. Give me time to rest and I will gladly oblige.” She sighed.
“Call your warriors then, I’ll be their whore.” Yaz groaned, “Your whole tribe, you can all fuck me stupid whilst I make this cow pay!”
“Make me payyyy.” The Doctor whined. “My pussy is on fire!
The queen swallowed, looking at the sordid scene in front of her, and cleared her throat. “Guards!?”
In an instant two tall, muscular Amazons were standing at the entrance to the pavilion, spears in hand. They both blushed and stood to attention under their tunics as they saw the two women wrestling on the floor before their queen. “Fetch our sisters, all those not injured, these…” The queen paused, clearly not thinking ‘women’ was an appropriate description of the beasts fucking on the floor before her. “Whores, will tend to their needs.”
“At once, Queen Antianeira.” One of the amazons stammered, quickly vanishing back through the curtains
Not five minutes later Yaz was being rocked by urgent, hungry thrusts as an unseen Amazon helped herself to her snatch. A half-dozen others were standing over them, waiting their turn to plough this cute, brown-skinned newcomer’s pussy. The Doctor was cooing and moaning as Yaz continued to greedily explore her cunt, using the thrusts of the Amazon behind her to push deep into the blonde’s sopping folds.
Yaz didn’t know what had come over her. Being used by the perisites was one thing, it hadn’t exactly been consensual, not really, and sucking the queen’s cock had been fun, but nothing too radical, what was happening now was a completely different story. She didn’t even care enough to look back and see the faces of the women fucking her like a cheap hole, not even as the first blew her load deep in her pregnant womb and left, making room for the next.
All she cared about was hearing The Doctor’s squeaks and mews of delight, tasting her cum on her tongue, smelling her arousal as it was smeared everywhere. She groaned as she was penetrated again, and placed a kiss on The Doctor’s ass, her fingers replacing her tongue and pumping into the blonde’s messy cunt.
Load after load, rope after rope, Yaz’s womb was blasted with spunk virile enough to breed her thirty times over. It was just a shame her body was already too busy building a litter of tiny pink-skinned futas to cater to the trillions of amazon sperms desperately wishing for the same reception. It wasn’t long before the queen was back at full mast, along with some of the Amazons that had shot their loads into Yaz first.
The Doctor noticed what was coming first, the delight in her face as she tipped her head back unmistakable. Yaz shouted indignantly and straightened up just in time to catch the majority of the cum that came raining down onto the depraved pair. Semen coated every inch of soft brown skin Yaz provided, but The Doctor managed to catch a fair share in her open mouth. Yaz scowled and grabbed The Doctor, turning her head and forcing a kiss onto her.
The time-lord whined as Yaz’s tongue invaded her mouth, mercilessly collecting every thick drop of Amazonian sperm she’d managed to steal away for herself. She whimpered and whined, but didn’t resist, letting Yaz devour it all.
“Mlah.” The Doctor gasped as the kiss broke, tongue oozing the very last cum onto her heaving chest. “Y… Yazzie.”
“That cum was mine.” Yaz growled a victorious grin on her lips.
“But I wanted it.” The Doctor pouted.
“Hmmm, too bad.” Yaz replied, sticking out her tongue. The Doctor sighed and fell onto her side, stroking a hand between her legs and petting herself lazily. Yaz licked her lips and looked up at the assorted amazons, fingers scooping up all the cum they had plastered her slim, svelte body with and bringing it to her mouth. “Th… thank you.”
“Um… You’re welcome.” One of the Amazons blushed.
“That will be all, sisters.” Antianeira sighed, lowering herself heavily onto her cot. “I think… we’ve all had enough pleasure for one evening.”
The amazons obeyed their queen and filed out of the tent, some pausing to thank Yaz and The Doctor, others talking to one another more cheerfully than they had in days. Yaz knelt in the dirt and greedily swallowed all the sperm she could before resting herself over The Doctor’s curvy, sweat-licked body. “Ha… I love ladies night.”
“Me too.” The blonde hummed happily.
“Come… friends, there is space for you both.” Antianeira called sleepily from the cot. “Let it not be said that I am an ungracious queen.”
“Hmmm, cuddles.” The Doctor smiled, tumbling down onto the rough mattress and purring to herself as Yaz and the queen squeezed her on either side, the three of them falling into a deep, sticky, cum-licked sleep.
