Note- American readers may remember Michelle Ryan in the reboot of the Bionic Woman, but she appeared in one episode of Doctor Who in 2009 as an expert cat burglar. Here is what may have happened if she had joined him in the Tardis. Note the BBC own the rights to the show and characters, I do not. This is only a homage.
xxx
"Little blue box, just like you said. Right off we go! Show me the stars."
The young classy cat burglar and notorious adventuress spoke of the apparent blue police box, a kind of miniature police station common in England, that stood ten feet high and was just large enough for one person to squeeze into. In reality it was a time and space machine that was able to change its appearance to blend in with its surroundings in order to remain inconspicuous. The acronym stood for 'Time And Relative Dimension In Space' and had been manufactured on the planet called Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous.
"Are you certain you want that?" The Doctor sighed and pondered on the words of Lady Christina de Souza and wondered if he should travel again with another. He had lost so many others, lost them all and he had promised himself never again.
"Yes, very much."
Christina smiled broadly as she nodded. The long haired brunette had her bangs down to her brows and had full lips and an oval face that beamed at him. Still in her outfit she always wore when carrying out her burglaries she looked quite stunning. Her toned legs were squeezed into a pair of black super stretch leggings with a pair of leather knee high flat heeled boots. Over her skinny V neck tee she wore her favourite classic black leather biker jacket with a zip down the left side and three more on her front pockets.
"I want more days like this! I only steal for the adventure not the money. Besides you said we were made for each other, the perfect team."
The Doctor scuffed his shoe on the ground and huffed in apprehension. They had accidently travelled to the desert planet of San Helios and had escaped death from a race of metallic stingrays by the skin of their teeth. Now Christina looked in the face of imminent arrest by the police for her part in a burglary at a London museum and she desperately wanted out.
"Alright, but just one journey. I want you to see that it's not all fun and games out there."
"Great! Let's go!"
The brunette gave him a big hug and squeezed his lean frame tightly. Now in his tenth persona the Time Lord had a spiky quiff of brown hair and dressed down in a grubby four buttoned suit and tie with a faux suede overcoat over it. On his feet were the scruffiest pair of white track shoes Christina had ever seen. Although only a minor English aristocrat the sophisticated adrenaline junkie had style and elegance in abundance, and made a mental note to smarten him up.
x
The Doctor opened the door of the Tardis and he and Lady Christina peered out into a large chamber. Christina had asked to be taken to another planet on her first journey and they had materialised on somewhere called Sucretove, a pleasant world with no known hostile races or creatures.
"We'll have a look around and then back to 2009."
"Oh, are we in the future as well?"
"I am ninety nine percent certain that this the year 4236, about supper time."
He gave her his infectious grin and stepped out, as curious as ever despite his age. The place was warm and humid and a faint electronic hum was detectable in the background. The Doctor looked concerned as he listened intently as the humming grew more incessant. He turned to Christina who already was sinking slowly, slipping to the floor as the hypnotic thrum sapped her will.
"No, no!"
The Time Lord felt equally weak and he too joined the girl in a heap. Both out for the count they failed to see the shapes of beings drag them along the ground to be subdued.
x
"Well, you wanted thrills and adventure and you've got it, big style."
The Doctor gave the young brunette a sardonic grin as she pouted back at him, gradually drifting from unconsciousness. They were face to face, about ten feet apart and totally naked, suspended in the air above the floor by some two feet. They were spread eagled in a starfish manner, legs apart and arms in the air above their heads in a ten o'clock position. Their arms were bound from wrist to elbow and their legs from ankle to knee in Vanadium gauntlets held up by hydraulic braces.
"What gives? Why are we naked?"
Christina looked wide eyed at the Time Lord's naked form and noted how lean he looked, long shanks, slender torso and not too many muscles. Her gaze particularly focused on his generously sized manhood that hung flaccid between his upper thighs like a big club. She was impressed by the length and wondered that if this was his dormant state how big exactly was he when erect.
"Seems we are about to find out."
The Doctor didn't waver from drinking in the fabulous figure of the young woman across from him, firm, fit and gorgeously athletic. Bountiful breasts sat heavy on her chest and her neatly trimmed dark pubes just about hid her pink labia that showed invitingly at the juncture of her parted thighs. Her legs and calves were tapered nicely and her pretty toes pointed down to the floor. He had a thing about women's feet and thought here to be quite captivating.
"This is a timely visit by your two selves and no mistake. We've been sorely depleted these many moons."
"Depleted?"
The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he looked down at a soft voiced auburn haired female humanoid. Standing about five feet tall and encased in a body hugging suit of silver the imperious looking female looked up.
"Our world is divided. Split into two equally powerful bodies, on one side males, and on this side, females. Over the centuries we have both tried to dominate the other. We desire men for our slaves and look upon their species as inferior, fit only to breed. They look upon us in a similar way. I am our chief harvester."
