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Unnamed – Act 4, Scene 1

I’ve lost the last bit of Act 3; while I’m rewriting it, all you really need to know is the Mistress gave the Slave some slack, she abused it, and the Mistress just told the Master that as her punishment he’s to put her out for the night.

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Sally’s two weeks

Sally is a high school student who has been told by her schools administration that she has won an academic trip out of state for the two weeks before school starts. Little does she know it is all a conspiracy plan to turn her into the new school sex slave.

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Recovery

Recovery
by Cuckold for Kelley
The doctors told me she might not be the same after the accident. Hell, after a week in a coma, I was glad she was still alive and looking normal. And for Kelley, normal was very pretty. A petite brunette of almost 30, she could easily pass for 21.
For the first few weeks out of the hospital, she seemed to be in a fog. Of course the medications caused some of that. As time went on though, her normally feisty personality reemerged, but with a few new twists.
The doctors had said that she might be impulsive and even inappropriate at times. You’ll have that when a small chunk of your brain has been lost. Kelley knew this too and for a while she was depressed. She had to give up her job as a teaching assistant in the local high school. Counseling and more meds seemed to help some.
I tolerated every odd thing and catered to her needs. It was out of a mixture of love and guilt. The first time I tried to make love to her, Kelley responded at first, then froze. I asked her what was wrong and she gave me an icy look.
“Just cause I’m a retard now doesn’t mean I don’t remember.”
I tried to reassure her that she wasn’t a “retard” – she really hadn’t lost any intelligence after all, maybe just some impulse control. But I remembered too.
But life moved on. Kelley didn’t seem all that different, though she needed a lot more sleep than before. Sometimes she would blurt out a swear word – something she never would have done before. She was as cute and funny as ever, but there was an emotional distance. I grew to accept that.
One day, a Tuesday, she called me at work – that was a bit unusual. She said she was going out for a while with our neighbor Tracey and that she might be a bit late for supper. That was odd, as Kelley had never really had much use for Tracey. Tracey was almost a polar opposite to her. She was a busty blonde who partied a lot and seemed to have a new boyfriend every week. Kelley and I used to make jokes about her.
But Kelley’s voice seemed happier and more alive than I had heard in a long time, so I put my apprehensions aside and told her to have fun.
I got home before 6 and there was no Kelley. I looked at Tracey’s house next door, but no lights were on. I watched some TV news and waited around until after 7. Still no Kelley. At that point I was a little annoyed and decided to get some supper for myself. I washed it down with a few beers.
I waited with growing impatience until nearly 11, then went to bed. I was agitated and didn’t get comfortable right off, but I must have fallen asleep. I woke at about 2 AM when Kelley came in and flipped on the lights.
I was dazed at first but as I woke up more I felt a mix of emotions. I was relieved that she was home, but pissed that she had been out so late. And I was worried about her.
To my surprise, Kelley climbed on top of me on the bed and pressed her mouth against mine. We kissed more deeply than we had anytime since the accident. Her tongue pressed into my mouth and I reciprocated. We made out for a minute or so, then she broke it off. As she did, I realized that there was an alcohol smell on her breath. That was something the doctors had been very clear about – booze mixed with her meds and her brain injury was a very bad idea.
Kelley straddled me and looked me in the eye.
“Guess where I’ve been!”
I noticed she was wearing a short skirt and a very thin top. She had a light weight bra on that didn’t keep her erect nipples from showing. She was very sexy, but I felt very worried.
“ I went to Tony’s!”
Tony’s is a local strip club. I had been there, a long time back, but I never let Kelley know that.
“Tracey took me there. She said I could win some money. And I did!”
As I woke up a bit more I remembered that Tuesdays were amateur nights at Tony’s. I drove by there often enough to see the poster outside. Alright, I even admit that I had thought of going in sometime to see the amateurs. But I had never imagined that my sweet little wife might be one of them!
“I won $75! Or I guess I won a gift certificate for $75. I’ve gotta go pick it up tomorrow.”
Kelley was genuinely happy and excited. I was wondering just what had happened.
“Hey! Aren’t you happy for me?”
I guess my ambivalence was apparent
“Lemme show you!”
Kelley slid off me and grabbed a large hand bag that she must have brought with her. I hadn’t noticed it when she entered. She reached in and tossed aside a lacy bit of lingerie. I thought I recognized it as something I once bought her early on in our marriage – before she made it clear that she didn’t wear such things.
Then she pulled out a handful of Polaroid prints.
“See? That’s me!”
She handed me one and I did see. It was Kelley on the stage, dressed in the lingerie she refused to wear for me. She stood stiffly and looked like she was high.
“C’mon, look at these ones.”
Kelley handed me several more pictures. I felt numb as I looked them over. In each one she was taking off her skimpy outfit, until the last two or three in which she was totally naked. The last picture she gave me was a shot of her sitting on the stage naked, her legs spread open wide.
Kelley had never let me look at her fully nude before, and though I had gone down on her many times, I had never actually seen her pussy. Yet here she was, legs apart, cunt wide open, for any guy who had gone to Tony’s that night to see.
And it was clear that they did see. Off to the side in the picture were several men leering at Kelley.
“So ya see… some guys really think I’m sexy.”
That was thrown out as something of a challenge, though it bewildered me at the time. I had never thought of her as anything but sexy. Later I realized what she had meant.
“You like my pictures?”
I gulped and nodded. This wasn’t the time to talk to her about mixing alcohol with her meds and her injury. And shocking as it was, I could live with her appearance in the amateur night.
“How about these?”
Kelley thrust 3 more polaroids into my hand. In the first one , she was open mouthed and some guy’s big cock was next to her face. I realized that the owner of that big dick had taken these shots. In the second, she had the big cock in her mouth. And in the last picture, her mouth was wide open and there was a big load of cum in it.
Kelley laughed as she watched my face while I looked at the last picture.
“Yeah! That was right before I came home! It was nice to have a real cock in my mouth!”
That totally threw me. Kelley had never given me head and she had only commented on the size of my dick once. And that had been to say that it was normal. In fact, when she had mentioned being with a guy who was a lot bigger, she said it was painful and uncomfortable.
“Now aren’t you glad you kissed me?”
I hadn’t thought about it until just then. That guy had come in her mouth just a short while before she had kissed me so passionately.
“Bet you liked the way it tasted! I know I sure did!”
“Why did you do this?”
I had been slow to react, but now I was really upset. I had tried to be patient with the changes in Kelley – hell, I had tried to be patient even before the accident. But this was too much.
“I mean, if you wanted sex so bad, why did you have to go blow some stranger? You know I would always give you what you want.”
“Hah! Give me what I want? You know what? You never gave me what I wanted. I got so I really didn’t like sex. At least I thought I didn’t. What it was was that I just didn’t like sex with you!”
I was blown away and I guess it showed on my face.
“I mean it! I just realized a while ago that I really like sex. I love having a man hold me, feeling his cock get hard for me, sucking on it and getting fucked. Just not by you! You’re cock is too small, you come too quick for me and you just don’t do anything right. Except give me head.”
My anger turned quickly to deep hurt. I didn’t know what to say.
“Just look at that!” Kelley pointed at a picture.
“Now that’s a real cock, a man’s cock. Not some little wussy wee wee.”
“It’s too bad Tony just came in my mouth. I’d love to have him fuck me with that big cock of his.”
So it was Tony himself who had taken the pictures of my wife sucking him off.
“I told him about you and how you can’t satisfy me. I think he felt sorry for me.”
I had nothing to say to all that, so Kelley gathered her stuff together, threw the pictures back in her bag and went to get ready for bed.
It was quite a transformation. 15 minutes later she was wearing a flannel nighty, looking innocent as could be. Her bedtime meds kicked in pretty quickly and in no time, she was snoring softly beside me.
But I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned, almost hoping to wake Kelley, but she was out like a light. After an hour or two, I sensed a change in her breathing. She was on her back and I thought there was some movement under the covers. I spoke her name, but she didn’t respond. Then I gently pulled back the bedsheets and saw that she had a hand between her legs. She was masturbating in her sleep.
I put on the nightlight and it was enough for me to see her fingering her pussy. After several minutes, she moaned softly and must have come. As she rolled over, I got out of bed.
My cock was standing up stiffly. I went to the bathroom. In there, I turned on the light and on an impulse, took the Polaroid pictures out of Kelley’s bag. I stroked myself as I looked at shots of her undressing for the audience. I almost came when I got to the picture of her sitting spread – legged on the stage. But I held off, and pathetic as it may be, I shot my load as I gazed at the picture of Kelley with a big load of Tony’s cum in her mouth.
Then I went back to bed and managed to sleep fitfully for the next several hours.
It was really hard to get up for work the next morning, but I managed. My mind was nowhere near the job, but in my position, no one would notice that right away. I run a quarrying company – I inherited it from my Dad. He was a real “man’s man” popular with the workers. I stayed more in the front office and I knew that the guys made jokes at my expense.
That day I was more worried that some of them might have been at Tony’s the night before. I was hypersensitive to any remark about my wife, but I realized that Kelley had always been so shy that probably none of these guys would even recognize her. Still, I turned the picture of her I kept on my desk so no one would see it when they walked in.
I looked at it myself and wondered how that slim little gal with the deep brown eyes could ever have become a cock sucking stripper.
I was tempted to call her several times that day but held back. However, I did leave work earlier than usual and headed straight home.
Once there, I relaxed almost right away. Kelley seemed as cheerful and normal as ever. She said she wanted to go out for Chinese.
That was a good sign. Chinese food was something we had shared early on and it usually meant she was happy.
“Oh, and we have to stop over to Tony’s.”
My expression must have darkened.
“Hey! Give me a break! I’m not gonna dance there or anything! I just gotta pick up that prize I won.”
I wasn’t happy about it, but I wasn’t going to fight about it. So over to Tony’s we went.
It was early and the place was fairly quiet. An overweight stripper was just finishing her set on the stage. I made a point of not looking at her.
Our eyes adjusted to the relative darkness of the bar. Kelley had reflexively grabbed my arm as we entered, a gesture that didn’t displease me. But as she looked across the place, she spotted someone who had to be Tony. She hopped up and down as she waved and called out to him. That did displease me.
Even worse, Tony recognized her right away. Tony was built a bit bigger than me, but not overwhelmingly so. The guy he had been talking to was huge. He looked like he could have played some football. He wore black jeans and a tight black t shirt that said “Security”.
Kelley pranced over to them and I couldn’t hear her, but I saw her nod in my direction as she spoke. Tony looked amused and then said something to Mr. Security. He looked right at me and laughed. Then Kelley accompanied both of them into a back room.
I expected that it would only take a few minutes for Kelley to pick up her gift certificate. A gift certificate to where, I had no idea. As it turned out, she was in there almost 15 minutes. A hostess came by and asked me if I wanted a drink. I lied and said no.
When Kelley came out, she was followed by Tony and Security. They seemed jovial. Kelley had a funny, almost determined sort of look on her face. At first I was worried that something really bad had happened to her. But as she neared me, she embraced me and gave me a kiss very much like the one she had given me the night before. Her mouth opened and her tongue thrust into my mouth.
But I could taste and feel something strange. There was something wet and slimy about her mouth and the taste was a funny sort of acidic flavor.
Then I realized it. She had a load of cum in her mouth. Behind us, I saw Tony and Security laughing. They even high fived each other. I grabbed Kelley’s arm and pulled her out the door.
“Jesus! You sucked that guy off again and then kissed me in front of him?”
“Uh, actually, I sucked both of them off. I had already swallowed Tony’s cum. That was Jake’s load I saved up for you.”
“Hah! Look at you! You should see the dumb look on your face!”
“Look, Kelley, you can’t just go around doing things like this. It’s not right!”
“Oh yeah? Well guess what mister, I’m gonna go around doing all the things I want to. You think you’re gonna stop me?”
I had hopes, but I had to admit, I couldn’t stop her.
More to come.
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Mardaani – A Fantasy – Part 7

This is a fantasy based on the hindi film Mardaani, starring Rani Mukherjee. I have used the basic characters from the film. However, I have kept the name of the cop as Rani Mukherjee for better visualisation purpose.

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Weird Tales, Succubus. Part 1.

Ok reposting my first story after editing it some of the ideas did not work like they did in my head. My writing may not be that great but I hope to improve to make things more readable so please forgive any short comings I hope you all like it any way.

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Eleven

ELEVEN
  Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or ideas for Doctor Who.(You guys have asked for a longer story, so here it is! This isn’t a continuation of my Beach story though. ^^; 
This is a Doctor Who fanfic (Amy/The Doctor). I don’t do het stuff, sorry! Anyway, for those of you who don’t watch the most recent DW, I’ll try and explain as much as possible. Also; there’s quite a bit of actual storyline in the beginning. So if you’re too impatient for that then skip to the sexytime.)
 
Amy crossed her arms, looking sullenly at the TARDIS console. It was early; she knew, even if she couldn’t look outside its indescribably blue doors. The Doctor would be sleeping.
It seemed like the first time, she mused, that she’d woken before him. The Doctor always seemed to be awake, always watching. He refused to admit it, but Amy knew that sometimes he even watched her sleep. 
As she took another step to sit down on one of the two chairs in the control room, the TARDIS suddenly lurched forward. Amy was thrown against the console, knocking levers out of place and pressing some multicolored buttons. 
 
 The time machine began making loud sounds that 
resembled a cat yowling – also while spewing ketchup onto the floor. Alarmed, Amy pressed more buttons and pulled levers. Nothing was working. Steam exploded from somewhere behind her. 
“Amy Pond! What’ve you done this time?!” The Doctor scolded as he sprinted into the room. The Time Lord must have been doing something before he came in. A smear of grime was on one cheek. His dark hair was plastered across his forehead, and his sleeves were pulled up at his elbows. But of course, his bowtie was perfectly in place; it always was.
  He spared one exasperated look at her, then got to work. Amy stepped back and watch him run around the console, murmuring to the TARDIS under his breath and resetting the buttons lovingly.
Lovingly. The one thing he rarely showed to Amy.  
She sighed, brushing her fiery red hair behind an ear as she prepared an apology. 
“Sorry. Something happened – I fell,” she said, her words sharp with her Scottish accent. It sounded stupid as she said it. The Doctor looked at her, a small smile on his face. 
“Don’t worry, Pond. You haven’t done too much damage.. this time.” 
She rolled her eyes, but was glad that he had improved in mood. He turned back to the console and flipped a switch. Amy watched his pale, long hands. She knew his touch was as light and gentle as a feather. Sometimes she wanted to hold his hand, and forget the rest of the world was there.
 But she could see the world. And many more worlds, and galaxies, and wonders in his eyes. Such old, knowing eyes. 
The Doctor brought her thoughts back. “So Pond. When you said ‘something happened’, what did you mean?” He asked, pausing briefly to rest his elbows on the console and gaze casually at her. 
 “The TARDIS just sort of .. y’know. Lurched forward. I think it landed.” 
She figeted with the edge of her red sweater. The Doctor nodded.
“Ah! She landed! Let’s see where she’s taken us this time,” he lept from the console platform to the blue doors and threw them open. 
The countryside had rolling green hills dotted with cows and goats grazing on the grass. Wheat swayed in the wind in the field across from them. It was a cloudless, beautiful, perfect day for exploring. For once, Amy wished that they wouldn’t encounter an alien during this trip. No invasion, no kidnapper/attackers. Just quality time with the Doctor. Alone time.
 The corner of her mouth quirked into a smile.
“Ahh, the country! It reminds me of that time in Scotland!” The Doctor called out as if the cows could hear him. 
Amy looked at him oddly. He hesitated. 
“Nevermind. Forget I said that. Anyway – enjoy the fresh air!” The Doctor inhaled then coughed. “Forget I said that also. It smells like .. horse manure.. Gallifreyan sewers. Ha.” 
They stepped outside and looked around. The Doctor pulled on his tweed jacket, and closed the TARDIS doors. On the outside, it looked like a mere police call box (albeit a striking blue). In reality, it was a time machine. It could be described as “bigger on the inside”.
And the Doctor was a Time Lord. In short: he’s a Gallifreyan, a (pretty much extinct) species of time travelers who look like humans. Or humans look like them. Whatever.
 But there are some differences. Like they have two hearts. Or, instead of dying, they simply regenerate – the same person, with a new face, body, and personality. This was the Doctor’s eleventh regeneration. So the Doctor was around 900 years old, though he looked twenty or so. 
  One day Amy would grow too old for him and he’d move on. That was what she feared, anyway.
“Pond, pay attention.” The Doctor’s voice called her back down to earth. Amy turned around.
“Sorry, what?”
“I SAID we’re in medieval England. Back in the feudal times, where you lot had lords and whatnot. Ooh, and the churches! Let’s go meet some priests!” 
— (three hours later)
“And that’s how I talked giant eyeball prison wardens to leave earth, taking the deadly “Prisoner 0″ off of Earth forever. Oh, and don’t even get me STARTED on the Weeping Angels.” The Doctor nodded in self-satisfaction. 
 The peasant man just stared. “Wha? I’m ‘fraid I don’t understand, sir.. you wanted the directions to what now?” 
“Something interesting,” the Doctor grinned, twirling his sonic screwdriver nonchalantly in his fingers. 
“And safe. You know; maybe some sight-seeing!” Amy cut in. She wanted to do something other than having to fight for her life. 
Of course, the shabby man looked at them like they were from another planet (and technically they were). After a long while he spoke. “Well you see, there’s been a sorta.. disturbance ’round the town. Some people go there and don’t come back! That’ll be pretty interest’n.” He smiled toothily at them. 
“That doesn’t sound exactly scenic..” Amy muttered, but the Doctor rubbed his hands together. 
“Excellent! Now where would we find such a place?” 
The man simply pointed behind the Doctor. In the distance, shadowed from the face of the afternoon sun, was an enormous mansion. Amy wondered how they could have possibly missed that when they first looked around. 
 It would’ve been impossible. Then again, if the Doctor was to be involved, then of course something was going to be impossible.
—(30 minutes later)
Amy tugged on the Doctor’s sleeve. 
“I really don’t want to go in there. You know, those times when you know something’s wrong? I’m getting that feeling right now,” she pleaded. The Doctor turned to look at her. He gave one shake of his head and returned to gazing up at the front of the building. 
Even though it was bright and sunny outside, the house was like the ugly scar of the beautiful country. The grass around it was dead, and the trees brittle and bare. It was definitely a mansion- well-decorated on the outside. It just gave off an impressive (albeit eerie) vibe. 
“Let’s go in,” the Doctor said. Amy began to protest again, but the Doctor had already lept up the stairs and went up to the enormous double-doors. He knocked cheerfully once she stepped up to him. 
  Of course, nothing answered. He took out his sonic and pointed it at the door. The click of the lock inside signaled the Time Lord, and he pushed the two doors open. 
“Woah.” 
That basically summed it up. The house, though dreary on the outside, looked well-kept and lively on the inside. 
“Don’t touch anything.” The Doctor warned her, like a parent leading a child into an antique shop. He propped the doors open while she ventured inside.
The entire main room was about two livingrooms wide. The floor was black and white checkered marble, with red velvet carpets crisscrossing over the area. A fireplace crackled in the corner to their left. A grand staircase led to the upper floors directly in front of them. 
 The furniture looked modern (for the medieval ages). A red plushy couch sat in front of the fireplace. Busts of royalty appeared every now and then. There was a grand piano, too, in the far corner.
“Fascinating,” said the Doctor as he examined everything carefully, “not a speck of dust on ..anything. Do you suppose there’s a caretaker of some sort?” 
Amy didn’t answer his question. She studied a red vase filled with white lilies. The Doctor glanced at her.
“Remember not to touch anything.” 
“I won’t! I didn’t forget the first time,” Amy retorted. She dropped her hand to go move closer to the Doctor. When she moved forward, she knocked down the pedestal that the vase rested on. It tumbled over and shattered. 
The Doctor spun around, grabbed Amy’s arms, and moved her behind him. He eyed the vase with his sonic primed and ready to go. 
“Amy, I thought I told you..” 
“Sorry!” She squeaked. “Sorry, sorry.” 
Something clunked at the top of the stairs. Amy and the Doctor both looked up. There was a greenish, faint aura that seemed to linger there. 
“That’s .. not a ghost, right Doctor? Doctor?” She asked, starting to get panicky. The Doctor heard her heartbeat begin to speed up.
He raised his sonic and pointed it at the aura, then checked its readings. 
“No, not a ghost. It’s rather like the embodiment of an-”
Amy screamed. The aura sped down the stairs and straight at them – and it passed right through the Doctor. She jumped back, terrified, as the Doctor doubled over. A greenish color swirled about him before dissipating. 
“Doctor?” Amy asked tentatively. The Doctor turned around to face her. She sighed in relief. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him physically. “I think we should leave now. Before something else happens.” 
“No. Let’s stay. I want to explore the rest of the house.”
  The Doctor said this robotically, and spoke in monotone. 
“What? No! Are you okay?” 
Amy began to sense that there was indeed something wrong with the Doctor. He stared at her, then slowly began to move forward, towards her.
“I’ve been alone for so long in this house. So long, Amy.” 
The doors swung shut. Amy backed away. 
“So long without a woman’s touch. The feel of her skin..” 
“Doctor,” she warned lowly. For every step she retreated, he moved forward. “Don’t do this. Fight it.” 
The Doctor just smiled, slowly. There was an agonizing silence,  and then lunged for her.
Amy tried to dash for the side, but he was too quick. He pinned her against a mahogany wall, with her arms up above her. She screamed and fought. But whatever was controlling the Doctor was far too strong. He leaned against her chest and silenced her with a rough kiss to her lips. She could feel him up against her. His erection against her crotch. 
 “Why do you fight me? Isn’t  this what you’ve always wanted?” The Doctor purred. “I know. You’ve been fantasizing about it.” 
 She continued to twist and struggle, but his words were true. Even as he said them, her resistance fell and she began to put more passion into the kisses. When he released her wrists she wrapped them around his waist.
The kisses were intoxicating. She didn’t notice when he slipped off her sweater, pulled away her clothes to reveal her in her black-laced bra and panties. They were a stark contrast to her pale skin.
  He began to undress, too. He threw his jacket aside, undid his suspenders and unbuttoned his shirt. They continued to kiss fiercely, while moving towards the couch. They fell upon the red cushion, with Amy lying on the bottom. It took no time before the Doctor was feeling her breasts and then caring tenderly over them. 
“I .. I need..” She barely panted. She tried to express just how badly she wanted him, but he was going to torture her and take his time. 
 The Doctor did one final kiss and then began to nibble at her ear, causing her to cry out in pleasure. He moved to her neck, then kissed her collarbone. He brushed his lips against each breast in turn, and then trailed soft kisses down her belly, then to her thighs.
 He very slowly pulled her panties down her legs, hunger in his eyes when he saw they were soaking. 
 He put his head between her legs and began to very softly lick up the juices between her thighs. He played with her clit while he did this. Amy was breathless and was struggling not to buck against him. 
“Doctor! Now! Please,” she whimpered, spreading her legs wide for him. The Doctor stepped out of his underwear, revealing his rock hard (and throbbing) cock. He swept forward and with one stroke buried himself in her. She gasped and then moaned. He pulled out so that the tip of his cock was just inside her – then thrust back in again.
 The Doctor put on hand om her hip, and one on her breast, and moved slowly in and out. 
Amy felt amazing, and she was nearly on the brink of orgasm. She felt like wet, wonderful velvet. Everything about her drove the 
Time Lord absolutely mad.
The Doctor was now having trouble staying quiet and he began to grunt with each thrust in her.
He began to go hard, but slow, ramming his full length into her with each time. Amy reached with one hand down to her clit and began to pleasure herself in time with his thrusts. 
 After a short while of this, the Doctor began to go faster. She cried out in surprise at the sudden increase of speed. 
He swiftly changed positions so he was directly above her, and began to fuck her just as quickly as before. She took her hands and ran them through his hair, then grasped his shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin.
This, combined with the amazing heat and pressure he felt against him, finally drove him into climax. He exploded inside her – and sent ropes of cum into her. Almost instantly after, she orgasmed as well. Her pussy tightened around him and her own cum mixed with his. 
As he pulled his limp cock out of her and collapsed, exhausted, onto the couch, sperm gushed out of her. Amy sighed and laid her arms back. Finally, after what she’d longed for for so long, it had happened.
Sure, it took some ghost-mind-influencing. But she went with the “doesn’t matter, had awesome Time-Lord sex” thought. 
  
The Doctor fell asleep rather quickly. Amy didn’t blame him – he had been controlled by a freaky aura. She put one of the silky blankets over him, then admired the smooth contours of his face. She’d never really noticed it before, but his skin was nearly flawless. He was warm, too, whereas the rest of the room was rather chilly. 
 She sighed once, contentedly. Amy was far too tired to try and find a place to clean herself up at the moment. She returned to the warm cushions, curled up around a pillow, and fell effortlessly into sleep.
—(later)—
 Amy opened her eyes. It was warm, and comfy. She snuggled with the blankets and adjusted her sleeping position. 
   Strange. She had so much room on this couch to stretch. 
Then she realized she was on her bed, in the TARDIS. Her confusion turned to disappointment. 
 She wasn’t in the creepy-medieval-mansion anymore. The Doctor wasn’t curled up sleepily across from her. 
She sighed. It had just been another crazy fantasy that her brain had concocted for her. She climbed out of her cozy bed, rubbing her eyes, and shuffled into the TARDIS console room.
“Good morning, Amelia.” 
The Doctor’s voice came from somewhere below her. Since the console room’s floor was transparent, she peered down to the niche where the Doctor worked on the TARDIS’s technical features. He rested on a hammock, laying before the impossibly difficult machinery that was the TARDIS. 
 “Morning,” she returned casually. He tossed a piece of smoking metal below the hammock. Other mechanical items were strewn about there as well. 
“Still sore from yesterday?” He asked as if he were asking about the weather. 
“What?” Her heart fluttered in hope.
“Don’t tell me you forgot. You were so excited you practically ripped my pants off,” the Doctor said sarcastically. 
“That really happened? The- the ghost and the sex? All of it?” She came down the stairs to peer at the doctor quizzically. The Time Lord merely glanced at her, and smiled. 
 “Go and make yourself some breakfast, Pond. I’ll take you somewhere fun today,” he promised. Amy’s face lit up and she rushed off.
 The Doctor sighed, amused. She may have not remembered, but he remembered every detail. The sweat on her pale skin, the shine of pleasure in her eye.  Amy had wanted that for so long. Oh, he knew. He knew the whole time. He’d been wanting that as well.
 He especially liked to watch while she was sleeping. Her expression was so peaceful. Of course, he’d had almost an hour to observe, because he carried her back to the TARDIS. 
Because she’d been asleep she might have questions. Like if she snored or something silly. But maybe she’d ask if he was still possessed. And .. he might have to .. stretch the truth about that.. 
The Doctor slid off of the hammock and brushed the hair out of his face. The “ghost” wasn’t actually a ghost, it was a sort of bioluminescent buglike creature called a “Clarus creatura” that liked to linger around old human buildings. They ate dust motes, which was why the mansion was spotless. 
And they didn’t actually possess people. The Doctor smiled and prepared to go up and meet her for breakfast.
 He had been in control the whole time. 
But … Amy didn’t need to know that.

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Fantasm

Midnight Visit Ch. 2

After their encounter the night before, a whole new myriad of possibilities present themselves… This is all explanation from the previous chapter, and setup for the upcoming ones. Yes, it was meant this way!

Fantasm

The One

Chris dropped his keys on the table by the entrance and closed the door behind me. I jumped a little at the click of the dead bolt sliding home. I have to admit amidst the excitement I was a little nervous, too. Actually meeting someone I’d only talked to online was something I’d never done before.
He took my backpack from from me and let it fall to the floor. Taking my hand he led me into the comfortably furnished living room. I wasn’t really interested in my surrounding, though. The man in front of me held all my attention.
He pulled me into his arms and leaned down to capture my lips with his. His kiss when he’d met me at the airport had been friendly, almost platonic, but this kiss stole my breath. It was fierce and predatory, demanding and hungry. HIs hands on my ass molded me to his body.
“Undress,” he said breaking the kiss and stepping back to watch me.
I pulled the white, silk jersey knit tee shirt off over my head and let it slip from my fingers. Chewing on my lower lip I reached behind me and unhooked my lace bra and slid the straps down my arms letting it fall onto the floor. His gaze riveted on my full, round breasts with their pertly upturned nipples.
His breathing quickened a little as he reached out to pinch the erect, pink buds. He twisted them hard then cupped my breasts in his hands squeezing the firm mounds as he pressed them together. A low moan escaped my lips.
He stepped back again and ran one finger down to the waistband of my hip hugging jeans. My hands followed his and I worked the buttons on the fly. I pushed the distressed denim down over my hips and then my legs. I stepped out of my shoes and leaned down to pull my jeans the rest of the way off. I straightened up and hooked my thumbs in the elastic waist of the pink lace panties that matched my discarded bra. I slid them down to my knees and wiggled till they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked before him.
“Put your hands behind your neck,” he ordered me.
I obeyed, pressing my shoulders down and back to thrust my full breasts toward him. He ran his appreciative eyes over my body. The corner of my lips turned up as I kept my eyes on the growing bulge in the front of his jeans. Putting myself on display for him was having the same effect on me. I could feel the wetness between my thighs.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned slowly till my back was to him.
“Spread your legs,” he said and I complied. “Bend over and grab the back of your ankles.”
I bent down, my head between my knees, my hands wrapped around the backs of my ankles. Chris stepped up behind me and slid his fingers between my labia. I shuddered with pleasure when he stroked my clit a few times before pushing his fingers into my dripping cunt.
“MMMmmmmmm,” I moaned as he twisted his hand back and forth as he caressed the walls of my vagina.
He withdrew his fingers from my pussy and trailed them up to circle the tight pucker of my anus. I bit my lip as he pressed firmly and pushed two fingers into my ass thrusting them in as deep and hard as he could. I nearly lost my balance and had to catch myself with one hand on the floor in front of me.
He pulled his fingers out and gave me one stinging slap on the firm globe of my left ass cheek. I stood up and turned to face him. Without saying a word, he held his fingers to my lips. My eyes locked with his, I opened my mouth to lick and suck the fingers he had used to fuck my ass.
Pulling his clean fingers out of my mouth, he cupped my face between his hands and leaned down to kiss me. I tugged the hem of his shirt from his waistband and slowly unbuttoned it, running my hands up over his chest and then down his abdomen. He caught my wandering hands in his and raised them to his lips.
Sitting down on the sofa, he pushed the coffee table back with one foot. “Come here,” he said, his voice a little husky.
I moved to stand in front of him and he let his legs fall open. Dropping to my knees I ran my hands up and down his inner thighs. He leaned back to watch me through heavily lidded eyes, as my hands glided to the button on his jeans. I unzipped them and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull them down along with his shorts. I sat back on my heels and removed his shoes before pulling his jeans the rest of the way off.
His cock stood proudly from the profusion of dark curls at its base. I stroked the hard, thick shaft reveling in the feel of his velvety soft skin beneath my palm. I pushed the tip of my tongue into his piss hole and scooped the pearly drop of pre-cum out then took the soft mushroom shaped head of his cock in my mouth and ran my tongue over and around it before I sucked him all the way into my mouth.
I don’t have much of a gag reflex left because of an adolescent bout of bulimia and I easily took all of him, extending my tongue to lick his balls while the head of his cock pressed into my throat. His body jerked, his hands closing around the back of my head as I began to move my mouth up and down on his cock I squeezed and massage his balls while I bobbed in his lap sucking as I lifted my head, pressing my tongue against his shaft and sliding it around when I pushed back down.
I let his rigid cock slip out of my mouth and rubbed the spongy head against my cheek, kissing it before I began stroking him while I licked and sucked his heavy balls. He slouched down further on the couch and slid his ass to the edge of the cushions. I smiled and leaned down to lick his asshole, running my tongue around and over it, before rolling it lengthwise to push it into his tight pucker. He groaned loudly as I began to fuck his ass with my tongue while continuing to stroke his thick, hard cock. I let my saliva dribble from my mouth and worked it in with my thrusting tongue to get his asshole nice and wet.
Pulling my tongue out I licked across his perineum to his balls and then up his shaft. I pushed my finger through the tight ring to directly stimulate his prostrate and sucked his cock back into my mouth. I fucked his ass with my finger while he held my head, fingers wound tightly in my hair, and fucked my face. I breathed through my nose and swallowed as the head of his large prick pushed into my throat.
I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth, his breathing fast and ragged, and I knew he was about to cum. He moaned as his cock erupted, the first thick rope of semen shooting into my convulsing throat before he filled my mouth with his slightly salty jism. I held the head of his throbbing penis between my lips, sucking as I stroked his shaft to milk his heavy balls dry, swallowing every precious drop.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his softening cock then licked up and down the shaft to make sure I had all his cum before I sat back on my heels and laid my head against his thigh. I traced lazy spirals on his hip with my fingers as his breathing slowly returned to normal.
I felt his weight shift as he sat forward, but before I could look up he grabbed a handful of my hair winding it around his fist as he stood. I cried out in surprised pain as he jerked me onto my knees and started to drag me across the room. I clutched at his wrists with both hands as I tried to find my feet. Chris pulled me up and slammed me against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Before I could recover his fist slammed into my midsection forcing all the breath from my body with a loud whoosh.
“It’s your turn, bitch,” he said harshly.
I startled to crumple to the floor, but his hand closed painfully around the back of my neck, his fingers digging into my flesh. He shoved me through the door to his bedroom. I sprawled on the floor and sucked in a wheezing breath.
He rolled me onto my back and straddled my thighs. Holding both my hands in one of his, he wound a thin piece of rope around my wrists and knotted it tightly then wrapped the rope around itself between my wrists. He stood up and I watched as he fed the rope through a ring suspended from a chain attached to the ceiling.
“What. . .” Before I could finish my question the heel of his foot came down hard on the center of my stomach just below my ribs. I coughed and pulled my knees up as he wrapped the rope around a post on his bed and pulled until I was upright on the balls of my feet with my arms stretched painfully above my head, then tied it off.
He walked to his dresser and opened the top drawer. He picked something up and returned to stand in front of me holding up the ball gag for me to see. I shook my head and he smiled unpleasantly.
“Open,” he ordered me.
I stared at him blankly. His hand came up and he slapped me hard snapping my head to the side. I whimpered as he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.
“Open your mouth, you fucking slut,” he commanded again. “I’d love to hear you scream for me, but we can’t alarm the neighbors.”
I obeyed and he shoved the ball between my teeth and fastened it tight behind my head. He kneeled on one knee and reached under the edge of his bed to pull out a three foot spreader bar. He fastened the cuffs at each end to my ankles forcing my legs apart. I balanced precariously on my the tips of my toes.
He stood up and pushed me gently with the tips of his fingers. I swayed, my body twisting, and he laughed lowly when I sobbed behind the ball gag. My shoulders felt like they were going to dislocate, my elbows screamed under the pressure of my weight, and my hands were going numb. I struggled to relieve the pain in my shoulders by pushing up on my toes again.
Chris stepped behind me and I waited tensely for whatever was coming next. He didn’t make me wait long. I cringed as he drew the leather handle of his whip through the lips of my wet cunt. I heard the whistle as the thin leather cut through the air a fraction of a second before it bit into my skin.
I screamed against the hard plastic ball as I realized he’d imbedded tacks or nails along the length of the whip. The sharp points dug into my flesh and tore skin when he pulled it back preparing to strike again. His rhythm was uneven as he circled me raining his blows on my ass, my shoulders, my breasts, and stomach. His whip wrapped around the sides of my ribcage and thighs. Every fourth or fifth stroke he brought the end of the metal studded whip up sharply between my legs.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I sobbed as he continued the brutal beating. Reddish purple welts crisscrossed my breasts and stomach. Blood oozed from the punctures and cuts. My head hung down between my aching shoulders.
Chris stopped in front of me and pulled my head back by my hair with one hand and shoved the handle of his whip into my cunt. His fist pounded against the sore, swollen lips of my vagina as he fucked it in and out fast and hard. I rocked my head from side to side as he lifted me off my feet with the force of his thrusts.
He pulled the handle out of me and I whimpered pathetically as I felt his fingers pushing the studded end of the whip into my cunt. I was trembling hard as he used the handle to work more of the whip into my body. He used the intruding handle like a pestle rolling it against the walls of my vagina to press the sharp points into the soft flesh. My body was shaking violently as he stepped back and jerked the whip out of my cunt, tearing me and sending a jolt of intense pain through my loins.
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I came to on the bed, my knees pressed against my shoulders. Chris gripped the spreader bar between my ankles and pressed it down against my thighs as he pounded his raging cock into my ravaged vagina. The gag was gone and the sound that issued from my lips was some cross between a sobbing moan and laughter.
He pushed up and, with one hand between our bodies, guided the head of his cock to my ass. I cried out in pain as he pushed in deep and continued to pound my ass, barely missing a beat. I rocked my hips to meet his violent thrusts and he groaned.
“Yeah, baby,” he breathed huskily. “Fuck me back, you little slut.”
His thumb pressed against my swollen clit and I felt the tension building low in the pit of my stomach. “Fuck,” I moaned, “Oh, fuck. Harder. Fuck me hard.”
He rammed his cock into my tight ass, his breath hissing through clenched teeth. I felt him swell inside my pulsing rectum. He fucked me faster, slamming against my wide spread ass cheeks. He shoved his fingers into my cunt and my body tensed, my back arching, driving his cock deeper and I screamed as my orgasm rocked through my body.
Chris ground against me hard and I felt his hot sperm washing through my bowels. He buried himself inside my ass and continued to rock against me as his cock twitched and spewed his cum in spurts. My anus rippled around him, squeezing and milking his prick for every drop left in his balls.
Spent, he laid against me, his cock still semi hard and buried in my rectum. As he relaxed, I felt him flood my bowels with his hot piss. I could feel the heat wash through my intestines causing my belly to bloat. He finished and pulled out. I tightened my sphincter to hold it all inside me.
Chris slid back to stand by the bed and pulled me up by my hair. I opened my mouth, my fingers closing around his shit and cum stained cock and stuck out my tongue to lick from the base to the tip. I felt him shiver as my lips closed around his prick and began to suck him clean.
When I finished he dropped back onto the bed. He rolled onto his side and looked down at me admiring the marks his whip had left. He traced a welt across my breast with his fingertip.
“I think you’ll do,” he said smoothing my damp hair back from my face. “Had enough?”
“Not if there’s anything else you want to do to me,” I answered.
He laughed dryly. “Well,” he said leaning down to kiss me. “There is one more thing for now.”
I shuddered with anticipation as he laid the cold, steel blade of a hunting knife against my chest, drawing the flat side slowly between my breasts.

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