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It had been two days since the thirteenth persona of the Time Lord had materialised in the ancient Roman Empire.
Things had taken a turn for the worse the minute the Doctor had stepped outside the TARDIS and into the arms of the Praetorian Guard.
The newly regenerated female version, now over two thousand years old, had spent a highly enjoyable morning in her vast wardrobe trying on various clothing.
"Yes! Now I know where I'm going next."
The platinum blonde looked at herself barely an hour later and smiled back at her reflection.
The slim woman was the embodiment of beauty in an ivory tunic dress with gold trim.
With her right shoulder bare the left draped over her back and hung down to her hip.
A gold rope belt cinched in her waist which made her generous bosom thrust out.
Gold wrist cuffs and gold headpiece finished off the look and she remembered to thread the TARDIS key through a gold choker at her neck.
She sat down and carefully pulled on a sexy pair of wrap around sandals that wound around her shapely calves all the way to the knee.
"Onwards and upwards." She declared as the TARDIS materialised.
Intending on visiting Constantinople in the year 324 when the Roman Emperor Constantine issued his famous edict which gave every person the right to practise any religion the Doctor arrived a little late.
"Oh, 385 A.D. The reign of Arcadius, Eastern Emperor, son of Theodosius. Never heard of him. No matter, I'll still take a look around."
Feeling excited the Time Lord emerged into bright sunlight and she shaded her eyes as she studied her surroundings.
Having boned up on the famous City she stood on the main thoroughfare known as the Mese which was lined by shops and other colonnade buildings.
Across from her position was the impressive Hippodrome and Imperial Palace behind a golden gate.
"Move on lady."
The Doctor was unceremoniously jostled as the realisation of where she was broke her reverie.
Indeed dozens of Roman citizens were going about their daily business and she was in their way.
Horses and carriages clattered on the cobblestones and she jumped up onto the curb.
It was then that a hand grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around.
"You're quite dolled up, aren't you?"
A pot bellied man of middle years grinned inanely at her as he held her fast.
Without another thought the Doctor used her expertise in Venusian karate and the man ended up in a crumpled heap by her feet.
She looked down with great satisfaction thankful for the training in the great art that she had learned during her third persona.
"Watch who you're grabbing creep."
The Doctor was speaking fluent Latin although she didn't actually hear it that way as the TARDIS translation circuit automatically kicked in. It allowed a telepathic field to enter her brain and translate most alien languages.
"Guards, guards! I've been robbed!"
The man rubbed his sore posterior and summoned two soldiers who rushed over with their swords drawn.
"What's all the commotion eh?"
"This blonde trollop just tried to snatch my purse, arrest her."
The guard looked the Doctor up and down and wondered if this well dressed woman was actually a thief.
"This true?" He asked.
"Not at all, he's lying."
Despite the ingenious device that altered her words the Doctor seemed to speak with a Yorkshire accent.
"Are you a Briton? Where is your master?"
The Doctor gave a wry smile at the question. Where indeed was the Master, or should that be Missy.
"In Briton I am a free woman. I have no master. I am Madam Doctor."
From a short distance the unfolding scene had been watched by a man in a knee length white tunic with a gold satin attached cape.
He hurried over and joined the small group.
'Forgive me guards, the woman is with me. I brought her here to be offered up for sale today. She is my slave girl. My name is Marcus."
"Well, keep your slave in check in the future."
The guards turned away and two male slaves of Marcus joined his side.
"Get hold of her and bring her to the villa." He ordered.
Before she could react again the Time Lord was once again manhandled and held.
A tingle of fear came over her as her wrists were secured behind her back with cord.
The Doctor squirmed but so tight were her binds that her shoulders were forced back and her boobs thrust out large.
The implications of her helpless situation sank in as she was forcibly marched off to a huge villa not far off the Mese.
"This is most irregular sir, I am not a slave." She implored.
"Be quiet if you know what's good for you." He barked at her.
After a short walk the group arrived at the luxurious home of Marcus, a renowned slave trader and organiser of many indecorous parties and debauched orgies in Constantinople.
He was clearly a man of wealth and no doubt considerably powerful.
"We'll need to dress her down a bit. Strip her." He told his men.
A firm hand gripped the neckline of her tunic dress and the Doctor hissed with outrage as her bountiful breasts tumbled out of the ripped garment.
"A nice pair and no mistake." Grinned Marcus.
"Now just a minute, I strongly protest."
Cool air met her flesh as more naked skin was revealed and her fine dress puddled around her sandals.
Her medium length hair framed her face as her chin was lifted up.
Marcus drank in her nakedness and nodded his head with approval.
He stepped behind her and ran his left hand over the Doctor's cute ass and didn't stop until he moved to her Mound of Venus.
She drew her breath in as he suddenly moved sharply and plunged a finger into her soft pussy.
"Hey now!"
The Doctor twisted and received a hard smack on her rump.
"Do not move until I say you may do so."
Biting her lower lip the Doctor permitted the foul Roman to paw at her breasts and thighs as he examined her as if she were oxen.
"Most satisfactory, an asset to be sure."
The Doctor was half walked, half dragged up wooden stairs to a door at the end of the landing.
"This is your room now." Marcus said and bundled her in.
The Doctor looked around at a tiny eight by six room with cracked walls and one barred window.
In the middle was a narrow cot with a headboard and a single sheet.