Doctor Who Amy Captured Ch 06

Author's Note: Hey folks, guess who's back! I don't know, I feel like this instalment took a little longer to finish than the others. Is that the case? Anyway, just a few quick things: One, I'd like to extend a big thank you to all of you who commented or emailed me feedback; I'm making a special effort to reply to each and every email that comes with a reply address, so keep 'em coming, folks. Any criticism or other feedback (encouragement is also good) is entirely welcome, so please do so, or vote if you feel so inclined.

One other thing: On the day Chapter Five went online I came home from college and my girlfriend slapped me over the back of the head and explained in no uncertain terms that the Doctor is actually nine hundred and seven years old, not nine hundred and three. By the tenor of the feedback I've been getting, nobody but her noticed that, but still, my bad.

It also means that I need to thank my new editor, Isabel, who's taking over my usual self-editing and actually being more insightful than that prior nitpicking comment would suggest. Thanks, babe!

Well, with that out of the way, on with the prose!

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Mara leaned against the cool white tiles, feeling the hot water pound against her skin. She smiled, wiggling happily against the wall and closing her eyes. She hadn't realized how tired she was, during all the action of the day. She had been running on a few hours sleep and pure enthusiasm for a few days now. She couldn't keep it up for long, but Mara knew that she could function without sleep for a while, if she really needed to.

Even so, she was supposed to be on vacation. That was sort of the point of the expensive suite and the crazy, adventurous sex. It was why Amy was tied up in the other room taking part in another bizarre sex game. She shrugged to herself, listening to Amy's strident moans and groans through the wall. She could keep going for a while longer. Weariness was nothing a dose of double-coffee couldn't fix.

The water shut off, and Mara stepped out into the bathroom, shaking out her damp hair. She gasped, jerking with fright away from the mirror. Sander's reflection grinned.

'I thought I told you to be good, Sander,' Mara said. 'And I definitely told you to stick with Amy.'

'I can hear her from here,' Sander said. 'She's lost the game, at least in part. I'm kind of hoping that she'll speak...' He shook his head, 'Anyway, I'm wondering why I have to be good? We were having so much fun together...' He stepped forward, leaning in to kiss her. She swayed away from him.

'You're getting attached, Sander. All that staring deeply into my eyes shit. God knows, I'm as up for a fuck as the next person, but in this case the next person is you, and you are supposed to be sticking it to Amy, not giving me the fucking puppy dog eyes while you're sticking it to me.'

'Okay, so I'm interested in you. So shoot me. What would be so bad about the two of us, together?' Sander furrowed his brow. Outside, Amy screamed, although neither of them could tell if it was in pleasure or pain.

Mara cocked an eyebrow and walked slowly to Sander. Her eyes closely inspected every inch of his face, narrowing as they finally met his own gaze.

'Sander, how long have you known me?'

'Eleven years,' He answered quickly, blinking with confusion but unwilling to pull away from her.

'And we've been living together for all of that time. We've worked together, eaten together... You picked me over Shimizu every time we disagreed. We've had sex... I'm wondering just what it is that you want me to do, boss man?'

'What I want you to do? I can think of a few things-'

'I know it's rare, but I'm not joking this time!' She snapped, cutting him off. 'Do you know why I've kept you at arm's length all that time, Sander Hackett? Why I never even tried to jump your bones before today, even when you were the only guy for thousands of miles for eleven years? I'll tell you: It's because you still wake up in the middle of the night calling out for Elsa. You aren't over her, not by a long shot.'

His eyes widened, and he found that his words failed him. To have it quantified like that, expressed in a single sentence... it was something else. Of course Sander had always known; every action he had taken in thirteen years had been guided by his rage and grief at the death of his wife. But all of that had become... a sort of background noise, he supposed. It had become the emotional equivalent of a rattle in the walls; he knew it was there, but he was subconsciously trained to ignore it most of the time.

And all that time, when he had thought himself totally alone in the universe... Mara had been there, hadn't she? The other constant in his life. Eleven years, and not one day off, not ever. Eleven years they had been together, sharing the joy of the work, and he hadn't realized. Even Shimizu had failed him on occasion, but not Mara. Beautiful, antagonistic, wry, adversarial, mercurial Mara... For god's sake, why had she stuck around such a pathetically obsessed shadow of a person?

Still so close, Mara closed her eyes and sighed deeply. She was silent, frozen, for the longest time. When she looked back up at him, she was brimming with energy and humour again, her eyes smiling.

'You see, boss man? You're still stuck in your rut,' She shook her head with mock pity, walking away from him. 'Still in love with a dead woman. But I'm sure you'll get over it eventually... At least, I hope you do. Anything else would be pathetic. Well, anyway, when you do, I'll still be around. I've nothing better to do.'

'Hey...' Sander said weakly.

'Oh, shut up, Sander. We can still have sex, if you want...' She sighed in a put-upon manner. 'Just drop it and come out to play, Hackett.'

He stood, very still, and wondered what had happened to Mara to make her like this. She was truly magnificent, gliding through the world without anything sticking to her. So resilient, so smart, so pretty. She really was a catch, and Sander was beginning to realize that he may have wasted the last thirteen years trapped in his feelings for Elsa.

He didn't regret his campaign against the Doctor. He didn't regret enslaving Amy. The Doctor's second-hand murder was an entirely separate thing. If he hadn't come to Vesperia, Sander would still be in command, still living with Elsa. He still needed his revenge, no matter the personal growth he went through on the way.

Mara Syfte... What an interesting person. Sander followed her, his footsteps almost instinctual. He was vaguely cognizant that he was paying her, but he knew he would follow her wherever she went. He knew that, at the very least, it would be extremely fun.

Mara Syfte. She had asked him not to fall in love with her.

Maybe she shouldn't have put that idea in either of their heads.

Mara took a second to lean against the wall when she left Sander standing in the bathroom. Her brow furrowed and her mouth twisted into a frustrated line. She had just been joking with him, when she told him that a kiss was just a kiss. She had intended to have casual sex with Sander, just to see how it felt.

But, well... It had been eleven years! Eleven years in close proximity to this man, just the two of them, and the generally absent Shimizu. People developed feelings in less time than that.

Maybe she had gone too far, talking about love. That word... The moment it had been said it had ignited a spark in both of their minds, and now it was there, hanging over their heads.

That word, hanging over their heads like the sword of Damocles.

That word...

'Argh!' She hissed. 'Fuck it!' They all had more important things to deal with. And Sander had his own issues to deal with before they could even take a run at that word.

She slipped out into the hall, determined to use Amy to take her mind off of those brewing feelings.

Fuckin' feelings...

Mara re-entered the main room, Sander right on her heels. They watched in bemused silence as Amy, still blindfolded and shackled to the ceiling, squealed as the vibrator lodged inside her activated, the buzzing filling the room. Her hips bucked forward, her skin twitching in hypersensitivity. Thirty seconds later the sensations stopped, and thirty seconds after that the clamps attached to her nipples electrified, sending a minor current coursing through her like a white heat. She screamed.

Amy's lightless world had shrunk to consist only of her own aching flesh, the two tormenting toys, and the biting chill of the manacles on her wrists and ankles. Her legs tried to squeeze shut around the spreader bar, and once again failed. The pain and the pleasure were beginning to become indistinct. It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began, not that it mattered anyway; thirty seconds of electricity stretched out into an unbearable eternity when they came as regularly as they did. Thirty seconds of agonizingly strong stimulation was not enough to get off on, but it was enough to keep her hanging on the precipice of orgasm just long enough for the clamps to start up again. To her eternal shame, her pussy began to juice at the mere suggestion that either toy was turning on.

In her blind, shaking, moaning world, Amy sensed that someone was drawing nearer to her. The idea flitted by her that it might not be one of her jailers, and she was torn between the shame of being found in this position and the fleeting hope of rescue. Then the cold, dark reality surrounded her again, and she realized that it must be Mara or Sander returning from wherever the hell they had gone. Her mind desperately edged around her options; how long had it been since the game began? Half an hour? Forty-five minutes? One minute? She had lost track of time, of the cycles of the toys, of everything except the blistering sensations of her body. How much longer could she hold out?

The clips stopped their abuse of her tender tits, and it seemed like an instant between that and the moment her vagina erupted with heat and moisture. She snapped.

'Sander! Mara! Whoever that is, stop this! I-Ah! I can't take it... Please, I'm begging! Please, please, please!' She shrieked, her voice shrill and rising as the length of her pussy was stimulated by the cold machine.

Light flooded in as the blindfold was removed. She blinked in the brightness, her eyes wide and desperate for release. Her fingers curled in the shackles, as if reaching for the grinning, naked form that appeared before her.

'Oh, I guess we broke you...' Mara said, sounding a little disappointed. 'You lose big, Amy Pond. How exciting!' She clapped her hands together brightly. 'Especially since it was a photo finish, Amy.' She giggled, pointing to her watch as it lay on the bed. The countdown on it, which Amy assumed Mara had set up before the game began, had only twenty-eight seconds left on the clock. Amy wept openly.

'Hell yeah!' Sander whooped. Amy sank limply against her restraints as the devices were turned off and the vibrator was removed from her body, glistening in a layer of her juices. She knew what was coming; she had lost the game, and she would pay for such a loss with her virgin ass.

'I'm sort of wondering whether we should leave the clamps on her, Mara...' Sander mused. 'Y'know keep her in line?'

Mara laughed, 'Oh, you and I, Sander? Same wavelength. Totally simpatico.'

'That's what I said a minute ago, and you said no,' Sander said blankly.

'If you keep bringing that up, I won't want to play with you anymore, lover boy. Shut your hole, and be patient. Anyway, I still like your idea. Let's leave them on her.'

'No, please!' Amy begged frantically, her nipples so delicate and burning in pain. 'Please, take them off!'

Mara narrowed her eyes, twirling the soaking sex toy idly in her palm, 'Alright, Pond. I'll tell you what: you clean off this dildo, and I'll take 'em of you.'

'Alright, anything!' Amy cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

'With her mouth, I assume?' Sander asked, self-effacingly.

'But of course, sir,' Mara giggled.

Amy tried to muster a protest, but failed. She had been around these two long enough to know that they always got what they wanted from her. She opened her mouth with a shaking, despondent sigh, her tender nipples throbbing. Mara slowly fucked her mouth with the glistening toy, the mixed taste of plastic and her own juices revolting her. She gagged as Mara hit the back of her throat, mercilessly twisting the device before pulling out.

Her tongue worked across the shaft, rapidly clearing the evidence of her own arousal from the toy with a desperate energy; she just needed to get this over with as soon as possible. Her mouth was stretched uncomfortably by the terrible device, her throat rubbed raw by Mara's constant thrusting motions.

'I don't know; clean enough yet?' Mara said, withdrawing the vibrator from Amy's lips with a satisfying pop and showing it to Sander. He rolled his eyes at his partner's teasing, and nodded, wishing to get the show moving again.

Mara was suddenly very close to Amy, her hands stroking her trembling haunches, 'Now, Miss Pond... Are you going to take your punishment like a good little bitch? Or are you going to resist? Frankly, I don't care either way, but you might. See, if you play up, I'll tie you down and personally find a way to make you completely airtight with cock while Sander fucks your ass anyway. You get me?'

'This is insane...' Amy moaned. 'You people are insane!' She screamed madly, screwing her eyes shut and bucking her body against Mara, pushing her away. She had obviously reached her limit.

'My, my...' Mara purred. 'You seem to have us pegged, slut. Quite accurate.'

'I am not a slut!' Amy growled, her voice cracking in despair. It rather ruined the anger she was trying to muster. In truth, she was running on empty. In all her life, she had never had sex like this; so forceful, so possessive. Being raped, over and over, with no thought as to what she was feeling... She couldn't take much more.

'Please! The way you were moaning... I bet you would have begged for cock if you hadn't been afraid of speaking. You're a whore, and you're loving this. Admit it, and we'll let you down.'

Sander stared at Mara. Something had changed in her. She was getting into this bondage game with far more gusto than usual, and that was saying something. Was she trying to forget what had happened in the bathroom? Was she trying to forget that he was interested in her? Or- most likely, if Sander knew her at all- was she trying to get her head back in the game at hand and away from any emotional stuff? Mara never forgot anything, not for long, anyway.

Sander thought it best to go along with what was happening; Mara tended to dictate the schedule anyway, what was the point of fighting her now?

'I won't,' Amy hissed through clenched teeth.

'Oh, alright then,' Mara nodded, all faux-reason. 'That's fine. We'll just hoist you up higher and Sander and I can take it in turns getting all up in your business. I suppose you're right: Who needs mercy when the punishment is so much fun?'

'Oh, god...' Amy moaned, her voice tiny and weak. 'Alright... I'm a slut. I'm your whore... Happy?'

'Getting there,' Sander sang. 'Keep going.'

'Yeah,' Mara grinned. 'Beg our boy here to fuck your ass. Look into his eyes and beg, whore.'

Amy sobbed, staring into Sander's darkly glinting eyes, 'Please, Sander-'

'Master!' Mara barked.

'Please... M-master,' Amy sobbed again. 'Please fuck my... fuck my ass.'

'Well, it'd be mean to deny her that!' Sander said. 'Let her down, Mara!'

Amy was lowered back down to the floor, and Mara unlocked the cuffs around her wrists. Conspicuously, she left the spreader bar locked to her ankles, making it hard for Amy to hobble over to the bed. Mara pushed her down onto her stomach over the edge of the bed, kicking at the bar to force her knees up and her perfect, creamy ass high into the air.

'And the first round goes to the gentleman,' Mara bowed to Sander, moving away to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand at the small of Amy's back, holding her down. It was easy enough to distract herself, but Sander was like a broken record. He needed something to take his mind off of her. Mara suspected that Amy's tight little butt would do nicely.

'You ever had anything up in there before, Amy dearest?' Sander said, stepping close and running his hand over Amy's smooth butt, eyes filled with lust.

'No!' Amy snapped back, looking over her shoulder. 'Never, you complete and utter bastard!'

'Well, then... This will be a day of new experiences,' Mara said, drawing out her syllables sensuously. 'It's quite a feeling, the first time.'

'Mara, have I ever told you that you're amazing?' Sander asked.

'Almost constantly.'

'Oh. Well, good.'

'We're burning daylight, here,' Mara gave an impatient gesture. 'Stick it in, Sander.'

He shrugged and stepped up to Amy's backside. He leaned in close, one hand sliding up her thighs to rub between her legs, 'I'll go slow,' He whispered to her. 'I'm not a total sociopath, Amy.'

'Oh, yeah?' She hissed back, her hips moving against his fingers despite her anger. 'You are still raping me, remember?'

'Oh yes,' Sander smiled. 'I remember.' Two fingers slid into her dripping cunt, tearing a moan from his captive. His thumb stroked at her clit, making her shudder in revulsion and unwanted pleasure. Mara nodded approvingly, and Sander smiled.

'You will cum for me, even so,' He breathed, spreading Amy's pert cheeks and pressing the head of his hard dick against her virgin opening. 'Oh, this is going to be fun...' He said, pushing forward, just slightly. Her asshole began to open up around him, and Amy buried her head in the sheets and growled in pain and rage, muffling her complaints in the bed.

Sander pushed in steadily, inch after inch of solid cock disappearing into Amy's behind, until he was completely buried inside her. He exhaled a little groan, savouring the vice-like grip Amy had on his dick. His head tipped to the ceiling.

'Well, this is an interesting sensation...' He mused.

'I'll bet...' Mara thought aloud. 'I've always wondered about, Y'know...'

'The fascination? Or how it feels, from my end?'

'Both,' Mara shrugged, her fingers absently toying with Amy's hair as her hips shifted position to try and assuage the pain in her ass. 'It's kind of weird, don't you think?'

'It's not usually my cup of space-tea either,' Sander grunted, working his way slowly in and out of Amy's tender bottom. 'But it does have its advantages. She's tight as hell back here, although that's hardly surprising.'

'Eh. As long as you're enjoying yourself.'

Amy moaned despairingly. Having this happen to her was bad enough, without the two of them talking so casually, as though she wasn't even there. Like she was just something to be used...

As if the pain wasn't enough to worry about. Her ass felt like it was on fire, but Sander's slow fingering between her legs was making her squirm, each movement bringing a fresh stab of discomfort to mingle with the growing heat inside her. She hated how easily these two could play her like an instrument.

But her hips bucked against the invading fingers as Sander became accustomed to the interior of her backside, and began to move faster. She alternated moaning in pleasure and grunting in pain. To Sander and Mara, each noise was perfect, a symphony distilled into a few seconds of pure sensation.

As Sander continued to screw Amy, he began to hear things a little differently. In his time with her he had gotten well accustomed to each and every noise she made. Her voice, distorted with lust, was an open book to him. So he caught the subtle changes in the tenor of her screaming very quickly.

The little slut...

'You're enjoying this, aren't you?' Sander said with a laugh. 'You're enjoying me fucking your ass, right?'