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Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 13
🕑 Added 2021-12-25 23:14:00 +0000 UTCThe thirteenth and final of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Doxxer.
With all of The Doctor's usual good-intentions and sense of justice, but with her anti-authority tendencies amped up to 13, this Doctor became the menace of corrupt governments and corporations throughout time and space. A mischievous punk with an appreciation for poetic irony, 'Doxxer' along with her sidekick 'The Khan', enjoy their mostly non-violent rampage through corrupt high-society with their gang of fellow anarchists and seduced socialites in tow
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“Ahn!”
“Hah…”
“Fuck… fuck!”
The Doctor and Yaz were both beyond words as their bodies worked each other to peaks of pleasure. The wet sliding sound of virgin folds experiencing their first real taste of intimacy was mixing with the whines and gasps of need from both women now as they grew wetter by the second. Hands roamed freely, both time-travellers now flat on their backs as they ground together, tugging at their clothes, squeezing at breasts, dipping between lips and being chewed on in a weak attempt to stifle moans of bliss.
The Doctor gasped and sat up, back arching as Yaz’s folds slipped along her own, her lip almost bleeding under the pressure of her teeth. She wasn’t a virgin, not really, but sex as a man centuries ago was a distant memory now and she had been completely unprepared for the primal need that was controlling her now.
She lunged forwards, slipping free of Yaz’s leglock, and instead smothered her companion’s lips with her own. Hands tangled in silky hair and squeezed at a supple hip. Quaking brown thighs rose up and crossed behind her back as tongue’s met and caressed.
The fight was forgotten, the hurt and the judgement and the cruel jabs trying to make her friend pay for bruising her ego and mocking her shameful desires. All that mattered was the feel of her against her body, the warmth, the softness, the wetness.
All that mattered was Yaz.
‘The Doctor strives for justice in many iterations of their existence. Fairness, equality, accountability, all ideals they have sought to instil onto the universe. However, the methods used by each variation differ greatly. Some bring justice and order under the boot of totalitarian conquest. Some beg for fairness and balance with pacifistic pleas. Others walk a finer line, willing to hurt those who hurt others, but not to harm those they seek to protect. In many universes such Doctors struggle under the weight of their self-imposed tasks, but there are some who revel in it, and find ways to enjoy their role as rogue vigilante beyond the satisfaction of a job well done…’
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“Babe, I’m in position, Rage and Highball too.”
“Sweet. We all know the plan?”
“Sure thing boss, go in loud, bring the party to the people.”
“My amp is hooked up and ready to sing boss, give the word.”
“Khan, you have eyes on the target?”
“Yup, one fine piece of bourgie ass on her way to the penthouse right now.”
Doxxer smiled and licked her lips, fingers drumming on her pistol’s side as she hunched in the rafters, sharp grey eyes looking down at the entrance to the elevator. “Alright ladies.” She purred, watching the little light tick, tick, tick closer to the top floor on the elevator panel. “Let’s bring the noise!”
The elevator chimed and Doxxer pounced, landing perfectly just in between the woman who had emerged and the still-open doors. “Hiya Mrs Nguyen-Santiago, you don’t mind if I drop in, do ya?”
The woman shrieked in alarm and spun in time to get a face full of pink gas from Doxxer’s gun, falling back coughing and spluttering as the mist swirled around her head.
Deep below in the building the sound of explosions and heavy bass rumbled, the unmistakable sound of Rage and Highball making their debut in the lobby. Doxxer grinned at the sound of distant music and holstered her pistol.
“Who… what… how stupid can you be to attack me here?” Santiago spluttered as the mist faded, snarling up at Doxxer from the floor. “My husband…”
“Mr Nguyen-Santiago just laid off fourteen-hundred workers rather than make his factories on Alzjan minor safe environments.” Doxxer hummed, crouching down. “Now he’s manufacturing robot workers to pick up the slack with sweatshop labour. Fourteen-hundred people out of work, even more suffering to make sure he doesn’t lost profits, all in all I think I’m safe in saying your hubby is a big ol’ piece of shit.”
“Security will already be on their way you…”
“Nah, my girls are busy givin’ them a free show.” Doxxer grinned. “Lights, smoke, pyrotechnics, the works. Which just leaves you and me to have a nice talk. Girl to girl.”
“What do you want?”
“I wanna know what you see in that husband of yours.” Doxxer pouted. “You’re a smart girl Saija, you’ve gotta realise what your hubby’s doing.”
“My husband has made me the richest woman on this planet.” Santiago snarled. “If some little nobodies get hurt for the sake of human progress, so be it. My wealth will send our race beyond this galaxy into the universe!”
Doxxer sighed and rested her chin on her palm. “Y’know, I kinda hoped you were just gonna be a blind-eye kinda broad. At least if you pretended not to know the damage your man is doing I could feel a little sympathy towards ya, but no, you had to go and be all maniacal.”
“Maniacal?” Santiago laughed. “Says the grown woman dressed like a street-whore playing at vigilantism.”
“Well now you’ve gone and hurt my feelings.” Doxxer sighed, bringing out her sonic screwdriver and twirling it between her fingers. “Any last words?”
“Kill me and you’ll never make it five feet beyond this building!”
Doxxer rolled her eyes.
“Well, that wasn’t very original.”
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Khan inspected her nails restlessly, leaning against a crystal pillar in the Tardis and keeping her eye on the doors. Her and the others’ part of the plan had gone off without a hitch. With her gunplay, Rage’s smoke-bombs, and Highball’s deafening music, the corporation-cops hadn’t known what had hit them. They’d made their noise and then their exit, now it was just a matter of Doxxer showing up to let them know if they’d wasted their time or not.
Across the console room Highball was toying with one of her amps, goggles hiding the manic glint she always wore whenever she got to play with her instruments. A little further away, Rage was scowling at the console’s screens, beautiful ebony skin flecked with paint from her bombs.
Khan remembered when they’d both been like Santiago, corporate stooges in tight suits, raping society and lining their pockets. Now they were anarchic folk-heroes, bringing down the system and dishing out the love like candy. She smirked, watching Highball’s tits jiggle about in her tank top as she tinkered.
The door hissed open and Doxxer swaggered in.
Khan smiled, her lover looked no worse for wear, her ripped denim booty-shorts and heavy combat boots were as messy as always, as were her mesh top and gloves, but nothing extra was burned or torn. Her return must have been nice and quiet.
She reached out and pulled the time-lord into a passionate kiss before nipping at her lip. “We good?”
“Better than good babe, we got ourselves a new recruit.” Doxxer purred, spiking up her pink mohawk with one hand as she jabbed a thumb back to the doors.
“No kidding.” Khan grinned, watching as Mrs Nguyen-Santiago staggered into the Tardis. Her clothes had been torn away and her body well-explored by Doxxer already. Pink lipstick and hickies covered her plump tan curves from head to toe as she stumbled closer in a trance.
“Fine piece of ass, this one.” Rage grunted, smacking a gloved hand to Santiago’s generous rump.
“Heh, ain’t bad at all, is she?” Highball agreed. “Built for rockin’, all curves and jiggle-meat.”
Khan smirked and grabbed Santiago by the jaw, inspecting her glassy eyes. “Wouldn’t play ball, huh?”
“Nah, she’s in it for the profit, doesn’t care about the cost.” Doxxer shrugged. “No skin of our teeth though, having her with us oughta crash her hubby’s stocks nice and quickly.”
“Well.” Khan smiled, “We’d better get to work then.”
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“Fuuuhk!” Saija Nguyen-Santiago howled as she bounced her colossal, tattooed ass on Doxxer’s strap on, one hand tangled in her new shock of neon-blue hair, the other tugging at a golden nipple-ring newly slipped through her flesh. “Hahder!”
“New meat wants it harder boss.” Highball giggled, caressing her pale pussy with slender fingers as Santiago smacked her butt against Doxxer faster and faster, soft, pliant meat jiggling and quaking as she debased herself.
“New meat’s beggin’ for it’” Rage purred, tightening the straps on her own dildo, eagerly awaiting her turn.
“We live, honey?” Doxxer called over her shoulder, grinning as her palms left red prints on Saija’s rump.
“Live and viral, babe. Corpo-news is already tryna spin her little show off as a face-swap.” Kahn nodded, making sure the camera was getting Santiago in her whole corrupted glory.
“Well, we can’t have that.” Doxxer grunted, grabbing a fistful of blue hair and yanking Santiago around to face Khan. “Give em some details meat, and we’ll stick the next dildo up your tight little ass for you.”
“Fuck.” Santiago moaned, eyes focussing on the camera. “M… my name is Saija Nguyen-Santiago, Wife of Jilan Nguyen-Santiago, CEO of Horizon Enterprises. I’m… I’m a fucking slut, and I’m tired of my… limp-dick husband wasting my life… I need a real lover… real excitement… so I’m joining Doxxer’s bitches and… I’m gonna bring down every last Corp who exploits its people… starting with Horizon.”
“How’ll the nice people at home know you ain’t some face-swapped bimbo, Saija?” Doxxer hummed.
“Cos… my access code to… Horizon is… 8484993!” Saija mewled. “An’ my password is… fuck… Fuchsia!”
“You heard it here folks!” Doxxer beamed, hooking her fingers into Saija’s mouth and pounding into her all the harder. “Don’t believe us, go an’ check yourself! Grab yourself a nice donation from this corpo-whore’s portfolio on us!”
“Yah!” Saija nodded. “An’… tell my husband… to go stroke his dick to someone else. I’m one of Doxxer’s dolls now!”
“Better believe it, sweet-cheeks.” Khan purred, stepping up and pressing Saija’s drooling mouth between her thighs. “But you’ve gotta earn your keep.”
“And your name.” Highball agreed, pinching a pierced nipple and cackling as Saija mewed.
“And your fuckin’ life.” Rage whispered. “Cos you betray Dox, I end you, got it?”
“No reason to be unfriendly.” Doxxer grunted, fingers sinking into Saija’s welcoming assmeat. “I’ll bet Sparkler here’s gonna be a great addition to the team.”
“Yeah, what’s she gonna do? Twerk the corpo’s to death?” Rage grunted, giving Sparkler a smack to the ass.
“Mhm, I was thinking so.” Doxxer grinned. “Ass this fat, udders that fine… I bet she’d be real… distracting to any guard with blood pumping through their dick.”
Highball laughed. “Hear that whore, you getta be our honey-trap.”
“More like honey-tramp.” Rage snarled, pushing Khan aside and ramming her dildo down Sparkler’s throat.
Khan growled at the shove, but didn’t fight back, instead coming around to Doxxer’s side and pulling her into a kiss.
“So, what’s next, love?” she whispered.
Doxxer smiled. “I’m thinking three corpo-milfs turned into our sisters-in-arms isn’t enough. I’m thinking we go to every last company in this galaxy and turn their heads or their head’s wives into mush, or into our toys, dependin’ if they’re cute or not.”
“And then?”
“And then we let sweet mama anarchy reign babygirl. No more corps, no more government, just good times and fun.” Doxxer growled, eyes smouldering with lust.
Khan grinned. “Sounds like my kinda galaxy.”
Doxxer grinned right back. “Love you, Khan.”
“Love you too, Doxxer.”
The pair kissed lovingly, it might have even been sweet if not for the neon and leather and metal, or the three mind-fucked bourgeoise-bimbos currently fucking themselves stupid behind them.
The time-lord and the girl from a different century purred as they broke apart, turning their attention back to their sisters-in-arms.
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“Fuhck!” Yaz sobbed, “D… Doctooooor!” The pair had fallen back limply again, hips rolling and eyes closed as virgin pussies slipped against one another.
The Doctor whimpered, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood as Yaz bucked.
“Y… Yaz… I’m… I’m melting!” she sobbed, “Wh… what’s happening to… meeeee!?”
“I’m…”
“We’re…”
“Cumming!”
