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Introduction:
This story is vaguely tied to the mythology and characters of the sci-fi show Doctor Who.
All trademarks, etc. relating to
Doctor Who
are the property of the BBC.
The characters and events within it are entirely original creations. It is simply an offshoot of that established universe.
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Lady Justice: A Time Lady Reborn, Part One
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Chapter One
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Silence fills corridors of infinite space.
Deep in the catacombs of her starship, Lady Justice sat quietly in her library. She had spent nearly a millennia collecting and studying knowledge from many generations of scholars from all across the stars. This particular collection housed nearly one million books, as well as a powerful computer to catalogue the records by time, star system, and subject.
Lady Justice was from a race known as Time Lords. They had once had the power to travel anywhere in space and time. They had used this power to study the universe; seeking knowledge and understanding of its mysteries. On their home planet, Gallifrey, there were hundreds of libraries this massive.
But Gallifrey was gone; destroyed by fools. The consequences of their quest for knowledge and understanding had been corruption, arrogance, and pride. Their wealth of knowledge, as well as their hubris, had attracted many enemies whom had sought to take their power. The Time Lords of Gallifrey put an end to those who had opposed, but in the process, had destroyed themselves, their noble work, and their way of life.
Lady Justice had long ago realized that the Time Lord's path was one of destruction, and had instead chosen exile. She was once a Time Lady known as the Arbiter. She had been tasked with setting the boundaries for their exploration into space and time. In foolish or greedy hands, their power could destroy the universe. As their leaders began to rule out of fear and greed, she fled.
To aid them in their eternal quest for knowledge, Time Lords had developed a unique ability to regenerate their bodies in the event they are killed or maimed. It is also a power that one could use voluntarily with proper training. However, the process of regeneration could be unpredictable. A Time Lord could never be certain whom he or she may become. They receive a new body, but their mind and soul are sometimes altered in the process. A Time Lord or Lady can also live for thousands of years. After that long, one may fear losing all that they had worked toward, by becoming someone they would rather not.
Lady Justice stood to replace the large tome she had been studying, and felt pain throughout. She had aged in her solitude. She was once beautiful and seductive. She had been average height and slender; with pale skin and long, flowing black hair. She was shorter now, as age was likely to bring. Her silky, raven hair was now a dirty white with streaks of black; all turned up in a sloppy bun. Her slender curves were jagged and bony. She wore heavy black robes over a tight black corset that buttoned up to her jaw. Her bones creaked and popped.
Justice was not nearly as old as she appeared; only eight hundred years. However, without regenerating, a Time Lady would wither away just the same. She could live on this way for several hundred more years, but was it worth it? She had amassed a huge collection of information that would have otherwise been lost after Gallifrey's destruction during the Last Time War. A noble endeavor, she had once thought. Now, without a society to return to, the books had aged and withered as she had. Other Time Lords had escaped, of course. But they had been young, and were more set on adventuring. She knew she was destined to stay at her work until the end. Let the silly boys tear apart the galaxy all over again. She wanted no part of it.
The Time Lady returned to her chair with another large book to make notes. The muffled sound of the chair creaking echoed throughout the halls of her ship. Here she would stay, and wait out the next century as she had with the last.
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Daniel blazed through the empty corridor. Pounding footsteps resonated through the otherwise silent halls. He was late for lecture as usual.
Daniel had awoken early after a long, sleepless night. However, his usual routine had taken longer than he had expected. He was now about to miss class for the eleventh time this semester. He was on shaky ground with his GPA, and his tuition reimbursement depended on limiting carelessness like this.
Daniel was a slave to his impulses. He had barely slept the night before, when he was awoken suddenly by vivid sexual dreams. He normally relies on sleep aids to keep him sedated. This helps drown out the sometimes alarming fantasies, like the ones from last night. He was up and down early in the night with a raging hard-on that would not quit. He had spent most of his time after supper pounding away to release some of the poison. Then, again in the shower, and twice more once he had climbed into bed. The urges were relentless. By the time he had considered taking a Valium it was nearly two a.m. Much too late for a sedative if he planned on being conscious the next day. Unfortunately, this had left him vulnerable to his desires.
By 4:30, it was hopeless. He woke; sticky with cum and sweat. He had jumped in the shower again. The pulsating water rained on his prick; bringing it to life once more. He milked it again and again. His fingers had pruned from the shower, and the hot water had turned icy cold before he was done. It was the cold that had finally snapped him out of it. This gave him some down time to finish up on the studying he had neglected the night before.
Once it was time to get ready to leave though, Daniel found himself trying to stuff a giant, hard dick into his jeans. It was typical for him to have to masturbate two or three times before class. Otherwise, it would be too hard to focus on the lecture. This morning was a challenge. The night before had left him spent. The hard-on was profound, but the orgasm and relief was difficult to come by after a long night of stroking.
Time was ticking down before class, but Daniel found himself laid out on his bed pumping away at his dick. He had been at it for almost an hour this time. He was watching some hardcore scenes on the large television over his bed. He had covered his cock and balls with baby oil and was working them over with both hands. His cock was throbbing. He squeezed his balls in his left fist and the head of his massive cock in his right fist. He pumped his ass off the bed, thrusting. He could feel his cum burning to be released, but nothing was working. It was nearly time to leave.
Frustrated, Daniel grabbed a sizeable vibrating dildo from the bedside drawer. When desperate times called, he was willing to do what was needed in order to finish the job. He drenched the large blue dick with oil and ran his lubed finger back and forth across his anus. Still clutching his cock with his right hand, he got up on his knees on the bed and gently pushed the vibrating toy against his asshole. He immediately felt the tingling run from his sphincter through his balls. The low hum relaxed his anus and made room for the head of the thick machine. The dildo broke through gently, and the hum now traveled deeper into his rectum. The tip of the vibrator rested firmly against his prostate, and he could feel the eruption finally build to a climax. He sat back on the bed and felt the vibrator push a little harder into his ass. He grabbed his balls with his free hand and tugged. Then he started viciously stroking his long cock. He watched the two women on screen getting fucked, saw hot cum splashing on their flat stomachs, and finally felt the final push of cum leave his swollen balls. Streams of white seed exploded from the tip of his cock. The first two shots landed on his chest. The vibration on his prostate stimulated several more shots of cum without stroking. He let it run down the length of his shaft, and started pumping again; using the sticky fluid to coat his raw dick with lubricant. Several smaller streams landed on his thighs and ran down his balls onto the bed. He rolled over, removed the toy from his ass, and laid there exhausted.
Daniel stayed motionless in bed for a few minutes, euphoric. Cumming was like a drug. He would chase a high all night until he finally peaked. Then he would crash a little, but the need to keep chasing it would bring him right back. He had needed another shower before he could leave. By the time he was out the door of his one bedroom apartment, he was already late.
The door to the old lecture hall creaked loudly on its hinges, and closed with a loud slam. The classroom was silent as he found a seat near the back. He was preparing his materials when the instructor's voice caught his attention.
"Young man, you have had your last warning in this class. I will be reporting you to the Dean. He will surely share my thoughts on your disrespect for this class and this university."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Tyler, you're-," he started.
"Doctor!" she roared.
"Doctor who?" he asked, absentmindedly.
The class burst out in hysterics.
"You will address me as Dr. Tyler. I have studied Law in this university for too long to tolerate disrespect from someone such as yourself. You are dismissed from my classroom!"
Daniel's mouth drew flies as he stammered for a rebuttal. The class had turned to stare at him. His face grew bright red, and he could feel blood rush to other places as well. He grabbed his bag and concealed the large bulge that was forming.
The only thing that could make this worse,
he thought.
In the hallway Daniel composed himself. Whenever his body became excited from fear or stress or excitement, he was quick to respond with a huge erection. He had originally started studying Law to try and quell his desires. He had thought something tedious or mundane could keep him distracted, but the stress and pressure of college was starting to wear down his defenses. He was finding it more difficult to block out his desires.
Daniel knew what would happen if he went home in this condition, so he decided to head to the library. He could usually cope with his impulses if he was in public. The library was a place of quiet study and reflection; it would calm him down. He found a small table in the center and got out his books. If he wasn't thrown out of school for good, there would be a test next Friday.
After an hour, Daniel's head was clearing, and he was finally able to focus. He had squirmed a bit at first. He really wanted to sneak off somewhere quiet and unload one time before getting started, but he knew that would lead to more. So he sat patiently, and focused on his notes. Soon the burning desire was gone.
That's when he heard a sweet, quiet voice behind him.
"That really sucks."
Daniel pivoted to his left and saw a beautiful blonde woman standing over him.
"She is such a royal bitch," the woman added.
"Uh..." Daniel muttered. He had never seen this girl before, and really felt like he had missed a critical point in the conversation. He sat blinking and shook his head.
"Doctor Tyler? Lecture? You got thrown out?" she explained.
