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Girls Night Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 23:59:01 +0000 UTCKindred Spirits
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The Doctor pulled away from her latest ‘customer’ with a wet gurgle, strands of spit and thick, gooey sperm trailing from her lips to the plump purple cock sticking through the entrance to her little refuge. Even as the girthy violet dick slid from its hole, her hands lazily petted another two that presented themselves into her gloryhole home, both thick, hard and slick with her spit.
Taking her hand off the cock on her right, a long, veiny pole of meat that was a dark yellow in colour, she grabbed the half-empty bottle of whisky sitting between her legs and washed down the latest feeding of cum with a few greedy gulps.
The stink of alcohol was almost as thick as the scent of cum that poured from the ruined blonde’s voluptuous curves. The potent, dizzying haze of cummy musk and spilled alcohol was so powerful it was almost visible as a dull, off-white haze clinging to The Doctor’s body. It was only thanks to the sanitary force-fields in all six openings to the glory hole that the customers of the seedy bar The Doctor had made her new home weren’t subjugated to the foul, weeks-old stink. As The Doctor brought the bottle away from her lips she sat and drank in the scent, her addled brain tingling as it was dulled all the more, once-genius braincells dying out by the second. To her warped mind, the stink was a wonderful perfume, one she could barely remember ever living without.
A sharp zap of electricity snapped The Doctor out of her trance, making her hands jerk and spill cheap booze down her front. She grunted vaguely and tugged at the heavy shock-collar locked around her throat before mumbling. “Yesh sir… shorry sir,” and wrapping her lips around the neglected yellow cock.
It had been months since Yaz had left her, staying behind to be some worthless Perisite broodmare, as if a life of being a pampered pet and being constantly, passionately bred was better than travelling the universe. It was fair to say The Doctor had not taken the loss well. At first her reaction had seemed reasonable, at least to her, she continued on as she had been. She seduced Sappho in Ancient Greece and introduced her to no less than three young girls who would go on to become inspirations to the poet’s works. She travelled to the far future of Earth, and helped a group of anarchists overthrow corrupt corporations primarily by keeping their balls drained and their bellies full of her milk. She went to alien worlds, Peladon, Rigellum, Sentric, made love to alien men, women and creatures the human race would never meet in all its lifetime, and she loved every moment of it.
But without Yaz, it just wasn’t the same. More importantly, without Yaz there was nothing to hold her back from indulging her most self-destructive impulses. And so here she was, a gloryhole whore living in her own filth, sucking cock for cash that all went to the owner of the bar she now lived in. She didn’t even know where ‘here’ was, she’d woken up in the box after a cocaine-binge with Anne Bonny and had simply been too stupid and too busy debasing herself to attempt an escape.
The Doctor licked her lips and placed a kiss on the head of the yellow cock, fondly remembering getting railed by the two pirates in a dinghy off the coast of Nassau. The pair had taken some convincing, but it was amazing what modern sex-toy technology could add to a persuasive argument, particularly one to a pair of old-fashioned gals like them. Once upon a time The Doctor might have worried about leaving a stash of ribbed dildos and high-power vibrators in the 1700s, but currently, the time-lord didn’t give a flying fuck about polluting the timeline any more than she cared about polluting her body with the cocktail of alcohol and drugs currently liquifying her liver.
If she stopped whoring she’d give herself time to miss Yaz, and then she’d just start crying again.
Her remembrance was cut short by a splatter of thick cum across her brow, gluing one eye closed and dribbling down off the tip of her nose. She licked her lips and sighed before squeaking as her collar shocked her yet again. “Guh… I jusht… wanna… shecond.” She grunted, snatching her bottle and emptying it into her gullet. There was barely half a shot of amber left in the bottle and she groaned with annoyance, peering blearily at the bottom before tossing it aside behind her.
Her collar zapped her once more and she hiccupped, coughing up a mouthful of spunk that dribbled down her chin as she brought the last cock up to her nose. “Look… I’m… huuurg… I’m gonna suck yer cock okay… jus… just gotta breathe for a shecond.”
She squeaked at another sharp shock and groaned, lightly slapping the dick pointing at her. “I shaid… whait.”
There was a growl from outside the glory hole and the immense mud-brown prick slithered out of the padded hole it had protruded from. The Doctor sniffed and scooped the cum smearing her chin back into her mouth. She was more concerned that she wasn’t wasting any of her well-earned spunk than that she might have lost another source of it, her belly was already packed with enough cum to fill a bathtub and then some, anything more was just a nice bonus to a perfect day.
She sighed, taking a deep breath of the musk bathing her and running her cum-stained hands through her filthy hair. If Yaz had been there they could have shared all the delicious sperm between them, and she would have helped clean her down too. The Doctor pouted, remembering lazy showers with Yasmin, their bodies entwined and slippery, hands exploring one another’s flesh freely.
She was so busy feeling sorry for herself she barely had time to react as a large brown hand jerked through the hole in front of her, grabbed a fistful of her hair and smacked her head against the wall of the gloryhole.
“Owie.” The Doctor managed, before slumping into an unconscious heap.
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The Doctor woke to find herself being dragged across the floor, letting out a quiet groan and wrinkling her nose with annoyance. She was still naked, and by the tenderness in her breasts and butt, her captors had definitely been groping her whilst she slept. Whether or not that was a good or bad sign wasn’t clear just yet. She’d been in this situation before and just hoped that after she’d finished being raped she could find her way back to her TARDIS, rather than getting gutted and left to bleed out. That was no fun at all.
She raised her head and blinked, getting re-oriented as she was pulled over the tiled floor. “Oh… hey, I know you guys.” She smiled, recognising the immense, ugly forms of two Ogrons holding her arms in their strong hands. “Who are you lot working for this time?”
“Quiet.” One of the Ogrons grunted. The Doctor smirked and tilted her head back, eyeing the doors she was being pulled towards. The cool tiles were at least soothing against her skin as she was tugged along.
“You’re a female!” She said cheerfully. “I though you girls were kept back on Ograviss?”
“Course’ I’m female.” The Ogron growled, brutish face twisting into a scowl. “You blind?”
“Well you all look the same really.” The Doctor sighed before her eyes drifted down to the immense woman’s crotch. “And… that’s an awfully large cock for a female.”
“What you mean? All females have cocks.” The other Ogron grunted.
“We not like you Hoo-maans, with men havin’ cocks… disgusting.” The first spat.
“Well you learn something new every day.” The Doctor sighed, wincing as she was pulled up a short set of stairs, her butt bouncing from step to step until she was returned to a flat surface. “Could I walk please? My ass is really getting sore.”
“Hmmf.” The other Ogron grunted, looking to her leader. “Pris-ner standing for Boss looks better.”
“Thank you.” The Doctor smiled sweetly as she was yanked up to her feet and pushed towards the door. “You know, I like you a lot better than your men.” Neither Ogron replied, shoving the doors open and tossing The Doctor onto the floor inside.
“Boss, we brought her.”
The Doctor sighed and brushed herself down, standing and pouting at the tall, high-backed chair in front of her. She’d been thrown into some kind of laboratory, banks of computers and simmering chemicals filled most of the surfaces. At a quick glance The Doctor guessed whoever owned the lab had been developing some kind of bioweapon. She rolled her eyes, genocidal megalomaniacs were almost always compensating for their lacklustre endowments, this wasn’t going to be any fun at all.
“So, Doctor… you’ve regenerated again.” A soft, cool female voice said from the chair. It was a nice voice, cold and arrogant, but with a lovely softness too. “And into a woman this time. You always did copy me when we were children, I suppose old habits die hard, hm?”
“I’ve been through a lot in the past few months, I’m a bit slow.” The Doctor smiled innocently. A female genocidal megalomaniac? Now that had promise, at least she wouldn’t be overcompensating for whatever was in her pants. “Who are you?”
“Don’t you recognise… your Mistress?”
The chair spun and a tall, slim, dark-haired woman was revealed. She was pretty and pale, with a sharp jawline and deliciously sculpted cheekbones. Her neat black suit hugged her lithe body smartly, and her black tie had golden gallifreyan lettering embroidered into it. Her hair was pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail and her lips were painted dark.
It was a good reveal, but it was slightly ruined by the fact that the instant The Master, now The Mistress, laid eyes on The Doctor’s messy, naked body her cheeks burned red and she let out an undignified shriek of surprise.
“Gods above!” she cried, but The Doctor barely heard her, face lighting up with delight as she sprinted forwards.
“Misssyyyy!” she squealed, tackling her oldest arch-frenemy into a gooey embrace. “You’re alive!”
“Of course I’m alive you dolt!” The Mistress snapped, pushing her away and shielding her eyes. “Why are you naked!? What is that in your hair?” she sniffed and gagged. “Lord, what is that smell!?”
“Wow, your new regeneration is gorgeous.” The Doctor purred obliviously, admiring The Mistress’ curves before giggling. “Oh Missy, it’s so good to see you!”
“It’s ‘The Mistress’, thank you very much.” The Mistress growled, “Why are you naked?”
“Take a guess.” The Doctor winked. “What do you think of my new regeneration? Cute, isn’t it?”
“Clearly it doesn’t care for hygiene.”
“Give me a break, I’ve spent the last month locked in a gloryhole, the best bathing I got was when they poured a bucket over me each weekend. The Doctor shrugged.
“Gloryhole!?” The Mistress scowled. “Gods Doctor, what is wrong with you?”
“Mmhm, all sorts.” The Doctor hummed, dropping herself into The Mistress’ chair and biting a finger seductively. “Your ass is fantastic.”
“Stop that!” The black-haired beauty hissed, cheeks burning and mind racing as the person who was supposed to be her arch-enemy nakedly flirted with her.
“I can’t help it. You’re a fucking Milf.”
“What does that even mean?” The Mistress growled impatiently, planting her hands on her hips and sneering down at the depraved blonde lounging in her favourite chair.
“It means ‘Mom I’d like to fuck.’” The Doctor purred, eyes drifting over The Mistress and making her blush all the more. “It means you’re a fine mature lady, and I’d love to take a tongue-tour of all your curves from top to toe.”
“I am not a mother!” The Mistress shouted indignantly, “And neither are you!”
“Ah, I’m a proud mother of thirteen, thank you very much.” The Doctor corrected.
“What?”
“Hmm, oh I visited the Perisites. You remember them?” The Doctor sighed, “Long story short, they bred me and I gave birth to thirteen lovely young girls.”
“Wh… when was this?” The Mistress asked, going pale.
“About a month ago.” The Doctor shrugged, hopping out of the chair and smiling, “Here, I’ll show you.”
“Don’t you dare!” The Mistress shrieked as The Doctor reached out to cup her cheeks, her mind already beginning to pour into The Mistress’ by the time she locked lips with the rogue Time-Lord in a passionate, cum-flavoured kiss.
Simple telepathic contact was easy for Time-lords, sharing information, feelings and ideas with little more than a touch. But as The Mistress was treated to every memory and sensation The Doctor had enjoyed since her sordid new life had begun, The Doctor poured every filthy urge and impulse into her old enemy’s head as well. Every fetish, every vice, every craving for vicious, sordid defilement.
The Mistress experienced being gangbanged by the Perisites and dreamed of having her belly so packed with virile semen she couldn’t walk. She experienced the taste of Amazon cock and imagined being fucked like a cheap hole by warrior after warrior after warrior. She experienced the pleasure-dome, a dozen aliens from across the galaxy using her like nothing more than fuckmeat, gagging her with their cocks and beating her into submission. She experienced slavery to Madame de Silver, of being twisted into a fuckpig and fucked into insanity. She experienced walking through the streets of Paris naked and drenched with cum. She experienced her breasts swelling and gushing milk as she willingly turned her body into a bimbofied mockery of itself. She experienced choking on Viking cocks. She experienced the thrill of streetwalking dressed like a cheap bitch, being fucked in an alleyway for loose change and nothing more than the joy of degradation. She experienced the mind-shattering pleasure of giving birth to thirteen Perisite daughters and being force-fed cum until she couldn’t stomach any more. She experienced fucking aliens and monsters, women and men, beasts and bimbos, gloryholes, public gangbangs, humiliations, spankings, gaggings and too many filthy, messy cumshots to count.
With a simple touch of their minds, The Doctor corrupted The Mistress into another broken depraved whore, just like her, and as the bond between them faded the insanity in The Mistress’ eyes turned its focus from lust for power to plain, simple lust.
The Mistress growled and grabbed The Doctor by the hair, the pair’s tongues duelling and lips smacking as hands began to roam over one another’s bodies. The Mistress whined into The Doctor’s mouth as hands clapped against her tight ass, groping at her cheeks without shame or restraint. She could feel the blonde’s fat breasts squish against her own chest, her own perfectly adequate C-cup bust all but swallowed by the ridiculous masses of titflesh The Doctor bore.
“Wh… what the fuck… happened to you?” The Mistress asked breathlessly as they broke apart, a strand of spit bridging their panting mouths.
“Nothing.” The Doctor smiled. “This is just who I am now. You know how regeneration is.”
The Mistress smirked and kissed her again, suddenly eager for another taste of the cum that had disgusted her just seconds before.
The Doctor giggled and obliged her, squeezing her ass again and exploring the generous swell of meat with her fingers.
“Oh giiiirls.” She cooed once the kiss ended, biting her lip and smiling at the pair of Ogrons watching with confusion by the doorway. “Wanna put those big fat cocks to good use?”
“Wh… what?” The Mistress stammered, looking to the blonde in surprise. “Th… them?”
“Mmm, don’t you wanna have those thick filthy cocks defile your cute butt?” The Doctor giggled softly. “I know I do. I want to see if real Ogron cocks are as fucking monstrous as the ones I imagined in the Pleasure-dome.”
“This… regeneration is new.” The Mistress whined, her soft green eyes widening adorably. “I don’t want to ruin it.”
“Hmmm, it was made to be ruined.” The Doctor snarled, “We both were. We’ll ruin ourselves, destroy our bodies and our minds until we’re nothing but stupid, cum-soaked meat, and then we’ll regenerate and do it all over again!”
“But I like this one.” The Mistress complained, pouting. “Look at these cheekbones, and these eyes? I’m divine.”
“So? regenerate into the same body again once we’re done.” The Doctor hummed, watching as the Ogrons approached, eyes flitting from their master’s face to her round rump. “In the meantime…” she dug her fingers into The Mistress’ ass, grabbing the fabric of her pants tight and tearing them open to expose the plump, pale cheeks of her butt. “Let’s get fucked.”
“Boss?” the Ogron leader growled cautiously.
“D… do it.” The Mistress breathed, clinging to The Doctor’s shoulders and bending over slightly. “Fuck me you filthy degenerate.”
The Ogron grunted angrily and grabbed her tight by the hips, yanking her backwards and slapping her legs apart before spanking her fat, muddy-brown cock against the Mistress’ pale backside.
The Doctor grinned as she watched the Mistress’ eyes widen and her mouth open in a shriek as the Ogron rammed her hips forwards, her cockhead sliding along the length of the time-lord’s cunt before plunging harshly into her virgin asshole.
“Bwaaaaa!” the mistress squealed, tears sparkling in her eyes as she quivered, trapped between an Ogron’s muscular belly and the evilly cackling face of her former best friend. “Gawwwds it’s too biiiiig!”
“Doesn’t it feel amazing?” the doctor moaned, grabbing her by the cheeks and forcing her tongue down the mistress’ throat.
“Tight!” the Ogron grunted. “Too tight.”
“You fucking wrong hole dummy!” her subordinate jeered, pressing up alongside her and smacking her own erection on the mistress’ plump behind. “Supposed to fuck this one!”
The squeal The Mistress let out into the Doctor’s mouth as a second Ogron cock pushed into her pussy was, if anything, even shriller and more panicked than the first. Her legs went limp and the Doctor giggled as she found herself supporting her overwhelmed fellow time-lord by the chest.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” She whispered into the Mistress’ ear. “Being stretched out around two fat cocks at once, feeling like at any moment they’ll tear you in two, you can’t decide whether it’s pain or pleasure that’s driving you mad, but all you know is that you need more…”
“Y… yes.” The Mistress whimpered. “Gods it hurts… it hurts so… good.”
“Pain… pleasure… it’s all the same for whores like us.” The doctor cooed, biting her lover’s ear sharply. “Degradation is bliss, punishment is a compliment, when our bodies are defiled with their cocks, their hands, their tongues, they’re only making us better. We were born to be the ultimate sluts in the cosmos… and every act of depravity just brings us closer to perfection.”
“Y… yessss.”
The Doctor took her into another passionate kiss, nails raking down her cheeks as their tongues duelled, before pulling back and grinning maniacally to the pair of Ogrons currently re-arranging her lover’s guts. “Lay her down girls, mama needs some lovin’ too.”
The Ogrons looked reluctant, but as the Doctor darted back and left the Mistress to fall on her face with an indignant squeak, they weren’t left much of a choice. Soon the Mistress was sprawled on her front, one Ogron lying flat beneath her thrusting up into her pussy, the other pounding down into her asshole.
“You… beasts… are ruining me… with your filthy cocks.” She spat, toes curling as both Ogrons took turns ramming balls deep into her. “Disgusting… animals… how dare you… make me feel this good.”
The Doctor grabbed her by the scalp and yanked her head forwards, pushing her nose into the sticky wet patch of golden curls that covered her cunt. “God… after all these years… I finally have a way to shut you up for good.” The mistress whined at the insult, but went limp again as both Ogrons began pounding her in unison, both monstrous brown pillars of cockmeat pushing into her unspoiled body at once and making her melt with delight. Before she knew what she was doing her tongue was buried in the warm, delicious embrace of The Doctor’s cunt, her nose tickled by blonde pubes and her tight black ponytail being yanked on like a leash.
“Mmm, good girl.” The Doctor moaned, giving the mistress’ hair a tug. “You like mama’s pussy? Hm? You like getting suffocated in my cunt?”
The mistress whimpered, eyes rolling back in her head as her perfect backside was brutalised by the synchronised thrusts of her henchmen. She’d gone through torture that didn’t hurt as much as her asshole being stretched, but somehow that agony was only making her hornier. Before long, her hips and thighs were working in tandem, and she was as much fucking the monstrous cocks invading her as they were fucking her.
“Good girrrrrrl.” The Doctor purred, wiggling her own hips and smearing her arousal all over the Mistress’ panting face. “Get up in there.”
“You like big dick?” One of the Ogrons grunted, thick, calloused hands squeezing the Mistress’ ass as she pumped forwards. “You not so scary when you on my dick!”
The Mistress growled with fury, but the Doctor’s hand kept her face tight against her cunt. Helpless, and honestly enjoying the abuse more than her ego demanded retribution.
“Uh oh…” The Doctor giggled, and the Mistress blinked, forcing her eyes to focus beyond the golden-haired muff in her face and the gargantuan udders beyond them, to her fellow time-lady’s grinning face. Both she and the Doctor had shared a certain mischievousness across all their regenerations, but the cruel, manic glee shining in the blonde’s eyes was something new, and it made her tremble with anticipation. “Girls! You’re doing it all wrong!”
Both Ogrons looked up, confused, neither pausing in their thrusts. “Wot?”
“You can’t use both her holes at the same time.” The Doctor grinned, toying with a nipple as she spoke. “It’s awfully rude in our culture… you don’t want to be rude, do you?”
“Ur, do we?” The Ogron on her back asked, peering around her fellow henchman’s hip at the beaming blonde.
“Well…” The Doctor cooed, putting on an exaggerated pout. “If you were rude, me and Missy wouldn’t let you fuck us, and we definitely wouldn’t let you cum inside.”
The two Ogrons exchanged looks before grunting and staring at The Doctor expectantly.
“In our culture…” The Doctor smiled sweetly, “If more than one person wants to fuck a bitch, they’ve all got to use the same hole.”
The Mistress squealed in mixed indignation and terror, but The Doctor kept her tight against her cunt, and her howls of protest came out more as a muffled whining.
“We use ass… or we use pussy?”
The Doctor was practically vibrating with excitement now, and The Mistress was tempted to bite her just to teach her a lesson. She didn’t, the prospect of both girthy bitchbreakers ramming into her virgin womanhood was intoxicating and she didn’t want to ruin the chance of it happening.
“Oh, ass of course.”
‘Oh fuck.’ The Mistress thought, feeling the Ogron violating her pussy yank herself free.
‘Oh fuck.’ She thought, as that same Ogron prodded the shaft of her sister’s cock, already deep inside her rosebud.
‘Oh fuck!’ She screamed, as with a brutish jerk of her hips, the Ogron forced herself deep into her already stretched hole.
“Mhhho fffffhhk” Was what it actually sounded like once the sound escaped The Doctor’s cunt. The blonde cackled with amusement and clapped her hands, releasing The Mistress who gasped for air before flopping limply onto her face.
Her eyes rolled and her mouth opened in a pant. As she vaguely recognised The Doctor scurrying away, a fresh savage thrust from both Ogrons knocked her forwards and she lost control of her tongue, sending it lolling out of her mouth onto the cold lab floor.
“Hrrn, tight.” One of the Ogrons grunted. “Bitch hot and tight!”
“Feels good!” The other agreed.
“Oh…. Gawwd.” The Mistress moaned, limp as a ragdoll as she was buttfucked into oblivion.
There was a shrill, synthetic squawk of an intercom and the rogue time-lady winced. “Attention Ogrons!” The Doctor’s voice called, echoing off the lab walls, “Your Mistress demands you return to the lab! Now!”
“Wh… what… doing?” The Mistress whimpered, peering vaguely upwards as the blonde reappeared above her, jiggling and bouncing as she skipped close.
“You think these two can satisfy me?” She purred, crouching down and helping The Mistress hold her head steady. “Not whilst they’re stretching you out… and mama needs some love too.”
She reached down and slipped three fingers easily into her sopping cunt, pumping into herself and nibbling her lip. “How many henchmen do you have?”
“Uh… fuhck… a… a dozen?” The Mistress groaned. “I don’t… I c… can’t think… these dicks are… fucking me soo fuchkin goooood!” she trailed off with a long, blissful whine, cumming her brains out and falling back onto her face.
The Doctor smiled and straightened up, admiring the scene of her lover’s anal destruction before stretching languidly.
“A dozen huh? I can work with that…”
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When The Mistress regained consciousness, she could barely remember her own name.
Her henchmen had arrived and they had not wasted any time getting in on the action.
As her eyes slowly fluttered open she was met with the snarling faces of a trio of Ogrons. She moaned, and let her gaze wander downwards to her heaving breasts and her bulging stomach. All three of the brutes were ramming into her poor deflowered cunt at once, turning her formerly pristine pink pussy into a foamy, cum-oozing rapehole.
“Oh fuhhhk.” She gurgled, cumming on the spot and splattering the three fat brown cocks with her quim. As her head lolled back, she found herself cheek-to-cheek with two more of her henchmen. With a whimper, she tried her best to clear the orgasmic fog clouding her brain and sort out where exactly the mind-melting sensations of pleasure were coming from.
An explosion of steaming sperm into her ass clarified the answer very quickly.
The Mistress howled and drooled as her once-virgin holes were rammed and reamed by five fat, veiny Ogron cocks, stretched to her absolute limit and cumming her poor brains out as stars danced in her eyes.
“Ohmigawd moooooore!” She squealed, “R… ravage me you… filthy beasts! Defile meeeee!”
Smack.
An Ogron palm crashed across her cheek and shut her up quickly, her panting lips penetrated by a thick, brown thumb. The Mistress suckled meekly, whining and groaning through her nose as her guts were re-arranged.
Trembling and jerking her hips as she spasmed in bliss, her head rolled to one side and, past the grunting, brutish face of the henchman currently destroying her asshole, to where The Doctor was.
Five of her dozen mercenary underlings were ramming themselves into her holes, the other seven were busy with the Doctor.
The Mistress couldn’t actually see her old enemy under the mass of glistening, sweaty brown bodies, only two feet with curling toes, poking out of the scrum and quivering as their owner was completely and thoroughly used.
Six of the huge brutes were busy draining themselves into The Doctor’s well-trained holes, surrounding her on all sides, pumping and grunting and panting like animals. The Mistress could only imagine how they must have been violating the poor, mad blonde.
The Mistress quivered, not quite so brain-raped she couldn’t imagine how The Doctor must have been being bred based on the positions of her Ogron servants.
Two fat cocks were being rammed at the blonde bitch’s face. Had the Doctor managed to stretched her lips wide enough to slobber over both, or was her well-trained mouth darting between the duo, servicing each in turn?
Two other Ogrons were beneath her thrusting up, another two had forced themselves between her quivering legs pounding down. The Mistress couldn’t see where all of the thick throbbing bitchbreakers were pounding into, if they were actually violating The Doctor at all, but in her mind she had a wonderful vision of all of the fat brown dicks sloppily slamming into both of her holes, swapping frequently as their owners blindly and brutally thrust.
“Oouuh, fufhck yuhh.” Th# Mistress gurgled, squirting immediately and biting down hard on the thumb in her mouth. There was a snarl and a hand clamped down on her throat, squeezing hard until she began to see stars.
Pleasure pounding through her like waves, stretched to her absolute limit, The Mistress bubbled and oozed with delight. Through a gap in her Ogron masters, she saw the seventh and final brute of the party jerking herself off with one of The Doctor’s sticky, sperm-laden foot, and came yet again.
Darkness played around the edges of her vision as she was strangled, and before long she was limp and lifeless, jiggling in the grip of her one-time henchmen.
It wasn’t too long until The Mistress woke up, but it didn’t last too long before she was once again brutally raped back into unconsciousness, only to repeat the cycle again and again and again.
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When at last The Mistress properly awoke from her brutalised breeding-coma, the quakes of pleasure had left her, and she whimpered, missing them desperately.
She was sprawled on her face, knees tucked underneath her and arms limp at her sides. Her plump, pale backside was bruised and blushing, half-buried by a thick coating of sperm. A cool breeze blew over her and she cooed, raising her rump a little higher and letting the air caress her gaping, sloppy holes.
Eyes tight shut, she raised a shaking hand to her butt, squeezing the tender flesh before pulling her cheeks apart. The lazy oozing of cold seed from her holes only made the sensations she wallowed in more delicious, and clearly, she wasn’t the only one who thought so.
The Mistress gasped as she felt a tongue wriggle into her asshole, her toes curling and her lips twisting into a delighted grin. The floor beneath her was cold and damp, slick with something that smelled absolutely wonderful to her warped mind. She could hear the four-beat hammer of her heartbeat echo in her ears, but she didn’t care, the rhythm of the tongue slurping at her ass was the only thing she was concerned with.
“Morning you.” The Doctor purred, kissing her butt and sitting back.
“Wh… what happened?” She groaned, rolling onto her side and pressing a hand to her forehead. She blinked and caught sight of The Doctor, immediately bursting into laughter. “What happened to you!?” The blonde’s pale skin was littered with writing from red and black marker pens, some of which were still strewn around the warehouse floor.
‘Cunt’ was scrawled over her forehead, ‘fuck me’ and ‘feed me cum’ over each of her rosy cheeks. ‘whore’, ‘bitch’, ‘slut’, ‘fucktoy’, ‘MILF’ and other unintelligible scrawls were printed over her body wherever their playmates had been able to reach, over her arms, her tits, her belly and her thighs. Bright red rings with ‘milk tank’ and ‘bite me’ written above them were drawn around her nipples. As The Doctor preened and sat back, her thighs spread, and The Mistress could see a clutter of tally marks drawn onto each of her inner thighs, one labelled ‘cunt’ the other labelled ‘ass’.
“You’re one to talk.” The Doctor purred, toying with her petals and coaxing a few last drops of yellowish spunk out of her which oozed out onto the floor. “There’s a mirror there.”
The Mistress crawled slowly to the mirror leant haphazardly against the warehouse wall and gasped as she saw herself. She was just as badly covered with lewd writings as The Doctor, perhaps ever worse. Clearly the Ogrons had not appreciated her brutal, arrogant leadership of the past months and had decided to get even with her beyond just pounding every one of her formerly-virgin holes into gaping cummy ruins.
‘Stoopid bitch’ was written over her forehead, smudged slightly after her heavy use. All the expletives that littered The Doctor’s body and more had been scrawled over her flesh. ‘Dumb cunt’ ‘stuck-up slut’ ‘cocky whore’ were only some of the more common insults, but the Ogrons had gotten creative and decided to write invitations and supposed quotes on her skin as well. ‘I am dumb woman’ was one she spotted on her arm, ‘I luv suking Ogron cockz’ was on her cheek, ‘My cunt waz made for big cocks’, ‘I want yor babies’ and ‘pleez fuck my butt’ were others she spotted as she inspected her cum-licked body.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if those moronic beasts could spell.” She muttered, rubbing at her cheek to see if she could rid herself of the marker.
“Wouldn’t be as funny either.” The Doctor giggled, kissing her nape before resting her breasts on The Mistress’ back. Her lips tickled The Mistress’ skin as she placed light kisses over her shoulders. “That was so much fucking fun.”
“Where… where are we?” The Mistress asked, biting her lip as The Doctor snuggled against her, fat, sticky udders squishing into her back.
“Oh, the girls dragged us of to some warehouse in the slums.” The blonde sighed, dragging her tongue up The Mistress’ neck. “You have such sexy skin…”
“Where are they now?”
“Finding food I think, it took all night for them to finish with me. I’d say they worked up an appetite.”
“We’re prisoners thanks to you.” The Mistress growled defensively, trying to fool herself into believing the experience hadn’t been the most amazing thing she’d ever felt. She licked her lips and tasted Ogron cum, her cheeks flushed with arousal.
“You’re deflecting.” The Doctor sang teasingly.
“Alright… I had fun.” She sighed before smirking as The Doctor kissed her cheek. “A lot of fun.”
“Better than conquering the universe?” The Doctor purred, rolling her over and beginning to kiss and nibble at her breasts. “I know it’s more fun than saving it.”
“What are you saying?” The Mistress frowned, gently raking her fingers through messy blonde hair.
“I’m saying… let’s travel together, play together. We used to be so close… we can be again!” The Blonde grinned, hopping to her feet and sashaying towards the doors to the warehouse.
“I don’t know…” The Mistress murmured, watching as The Doctor inspected the lock the Ogrons had put on the door and turned back to her with an excited smile.
“With my Tardis we can travel all of time and space.” The Doctor whined pleadingly, padding close and clutching The Mistress’ waist. “We can fuck anyone, anything! All of creation could be our whoring grounds! Pleeeease? It’s so much more fun to be a slut with someone by your side.”
“We’ve been enemies for thousands of years.” The Mistress frowned reluctantly.
“And I spent last night drinking cum out of your cute little asshole, things change!” The Doctor scowled, gripping her hands and squeezing. “Think of all the fun we could have together!”
The dark-haired warlord-turned-whore was silent for a moment, thinking deeply and playing with her pussy, barely aware she was doing it.
“All those places you’ve been… the things you’ve done… those really happened?” The Mistress asked slowly. “No memory tricks?”
“Every little moment.” The Doctor smiled, “And a few more I kept secret.”
“Like what?” The Mistress demanded, already salivating.
The Doctor flashed a coy smile and walked towards the doors, hips swaying seductively. She bent forwards and reached back, sinking two fingers into her conquered asshole before groaning lewdly. The mistress’ eyes widened as the blonde tugged her sonic screwdriver out of herself with a moan and easily opened the lock.
“H… how?”
“My asshole is bigger on the inside.” The Doctor winked.
As the doors swung open her voluptuous, sticky body was bathed in a warm golden glow and somehow The Mistress’ hearts skipped their beats. She was so beautiful and so depraved it was almost unfair, and all The Mistress could think of was that beautiful face gargling on cum and that gorgeous ass bouncing on a fat, veiny cock.
“Come with me and I’ll show you in person.” The Blonde purred.
The Mistress bit her lip and followed, taking The Doctor’s hand and kissing her cheek. “Alright you fucking whore, show me the stars.”
The Doctor giggled with delight and pulled her into the daylight. She’d thought no-one could have ever truly replaced Yaz, but at last she’d found another filthy slut to share her heart and body with. She and The Mistress could whore for an eternity throughout time and space, fuck and breed with every alien and creature to evolve in all of history, and she wouldn’t ever get old or leave her like Yaz. Their bodies were playthings and the universe their playground. After two thousand years of life each, it was time for The Mistress and The Doctor to embrace their destinies…
The women that fucked the monsters.
