Note- Doctor Who is owned by the BBC. This is purely fiction inspired by the tv show for no monetary gain.
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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.
Her wrists were untied by one of the slaves but only in order to secure them above her head to the headboard as she was laid on her back.
Her cuffs and sandals were also removed, although her neck collar with the key to her time and space craft was left intact.
"Lie there for the night and consider your position. If you are wise you will obey any instructions given to you in the morning. Here is your toga."
A simple white garment was dropped at her feet as she spread out naked on the cot.
The door closed and she was left alone to ponder her predicament.
A strange experience to be sure.
She dug her heels in the thin mattress as she bent her legs at the knee and tried to get some sleep.
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"In the evening you are required to attend a very important orgy I have organised.
You have no choice in the matter. You will be washed and prepared as I am expecting the wife of the Emperor, Aelia Eudoxia herself.
Senators, influential and the wealthy alike will also attend, and I might be able to get a pretty penny for your ass if you do well."
As Marcus spoke a tall and lean African slave freed her and stood in a corner in silence.
"Do well at what?" Asked the Doctor as she stretched and rubbed her wrists
"My dear, sucking and fucking obviously."
"Oh, that." The Doctor rolled her eyes.
"I must make haste, much to do. The eunuch here will aid you in your toilet."
Marcus left and the mute man with skin as dark as midnight picked up a water bowl and proceeded to wash her all over.
It actually felt quite invigorating as the Time Lord looked the man in the eyes and gave him a reassuring smile.
Soon after dressed in her toga she was taken down to the large kitchen area where she and two other demure slave girls prepared food.
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In earlier travels the Doctor had visited Ancient Rome accompanied by various companions, but that had been as a male. Then, obviously aware of the sexual licence and decadence that was rife he had protected his trusted friends from the lasciviousness.
Now as darkness approached the Doctor was relieved of her kitchen chores and taken to a prepared and massive room where the debauched orgy was to take place.
In a recess she was washed, perfumed, oiled and then prodded in the back to make her join the decadence.
"This can't be happening." She said incredulously.
With pulse racing and both her hearts thumping the Doctor padded bare foot and naked with some trepidation into the sinful gathering.
The walls of the marble floored chamber were decorated with pornographic displays
and the torchlight played on the naked bodies of men and women alike who gathered in libidinous groups.
The Doctor looked on wide eyed at the sheer size of some of the men's cocks, some white and some brown.
Much laughter and shouting filled the vast room and some women adorned in tiny wisps of silk danced to the music from the flute players.
Copious amounts of wine flowed and fuelled the lewd proceedings.
Things were beginning to liven up and much kissing was taking place in a wet lipped frenzy.
"And we're off."
The heated atmosphere stepped up a gear as most men now sported healthy erections as they engaged in some serious foreplay with the wanton females.
The Doctor stood transfixed as she looked here and there unsure what to do next.
"Here my dear, suck on this."
An elderly looking gentleman with a bald pate stood by her side and put her hand on his half cocked erection.
The Time Lord looked at it and then looked into his lecherous face, snatching her hand back.