From bounce-sadwank--801-heather.smith=btinternet.com@onelist.com Sat Sep 26 08:37:10 1998 Received: from onelist.com [209.207.135.229] by tungsten.btinternet.com with smtp (Exim 1.70 #1) id 0zMouk-0007Nz-00; Sat, 26 Sep 1998 08:37:10 +0100 Received: (qmail 1154 invoked by alias); 26 Sep 1998 07:37:22 -0000 Received: (qmail 1148 invoked from network); 26 Sep 1998 07:37:20 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO smtp2.ihug.co.nz) (203.29.160.14) by pop.onelist.com with SMTP; 26 Sep 1998 07:37:20 -0000 Received: from abates.ihug.co.nz (p12-max3.wlg.ihug.co.nz [209.79.142.76]) by smtp2.ihug.co.nz (8.8.8/8.8.8) with SMTP id TAA27557 for ; Sat, 26 Sep 1998 19:39:38 +1200 Message-Id: <199809260739.TAA27557@smtp2.ihug.co.nz> From: "Alden Bates" To: sadwank@onelist.com Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 19:39:06 +1200 Priority: normal In-reply-to: <905766855.19656@onelist.com> X-mailer: Pegasus Mail for Win32 (v3.01b) Mailing-List: list sadwank@onelist.com; contact http://www.onelist.com Delivered-To: mailing list sadwank@onelist.com Precedence: bulk Reply-to: sadwank@onelist.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Subject: [sadwank] Planet of the Nymphomaniacs chapter 5 (end) From: "Alden Bates" Remember this is EF, so be warned that there's sex inside --- Doctor Who and the Planet of the Nymphomaniacs By Alden Bates A slightly humorous story featuring the eighth Doctor and a few other people. Chapter Five Mistress Mel opened a small cupboard in the wall and pulled out the end of a rubber hose. She pulled out more and more of it, until a thick coil of it was lying on the floor. The end dropped to the floor with a clatter. She reached back into the cavity and pulled out another object, looked down at where the Doctor and Weena were huddling together in the pit, gave an evil grin and waved what appeared to be a rubber chicken. "Don't worry," said the Doctor as Weena clung to him. "It's all psychological. She's not really going to use all that stuff." "Actually, I was wondering if we could overpower her and use it ourselves. It looks like it might be fun." The Doctor's mouth waggled helplessly. He looked up to where Mel was cheerfully waving a jangly thing with lots of leather and clamps. "Never mind, I've thought of a plan. Did you see when she left before, the way she ran a finger on that panel by the door?" "No," Weena deadpanned. "My mind was elsewhere." The Doctor gave her a look. "The first step is to overpower her. Then we can escape and alert the Time Lords to the existence of this planet." "I thought you didn't bother with them." "I don't see any alternative." The Doctor looked troubled. "Although we _could_ -" "Yes?" asked Mistress Mel from directly behind them, having snuck around especially to surprise them. The Doctor looked at Weena. "Isn't it about now that you're supposed to tell me not to give into her, no matter what she does to you?" "No, no, feel free to jump in any time," Weena replied. "It'll be more fun with three of us." She jumped up and hauled Mel back into the pit. The Doctor attempted to get up to help overpower the dominatrix, but somehow he was suddenly being held to the wall. He pulled at the restraining force fields; too strong to break. He looked for the control panel. It was, of course, on the other side of the pit. The Doctor sat back, sighed, and watched Mel restraining Weena. Mel had pulled rod-like arms from the sides of the pit. Each one had a sphere on the end; he guessed they projected some sort of energy field. Weena was spread in a star shape in the centre of the pit. Glowing lines of energy extended from the globes to encircle her wrists and ankles. Mel stood up, catching her breath. "There, that wasn't so bad." She crawled back to the Doctor and opened a small compartment. From within she produced a glass pitcher, filled with what looked like water. "This is formula Alpha four," she explained. "A greatly boosted version of the Alpha three formula." She measured out a spoonful. "Amongst other things, it redirects most sensations to the pleasure centres." She carefully carried the spoonful back to Weena and tipped it into the woman's mouth. Weena swallowed reluctantly. Mel touched a control on one of the metal arms, then lay down on Weena and began massaging one of the other woman's breasts. "Sensations such as pain. The force fields will slowly tighten, just like a rack. They really knew how to have fun in medieval times, didn't they?" "You'll kill her!" the Doctor shouted. "Now, that wouldn't be fun," Mel said. "It's all computer control and force fields. She won't be in danger of permanent injury." Weena could feel the drug beginning to take effect. Gentle tingles were chasing themselves up and down her body. Mel's warm body pressed down on her, beginning to rub backwards and forwards. Hands pressed either side of her head, lips meeting and pushing together. A sweet scent as red hair cascaded around her head like a blanket. Weena's breath deepened. She sucked at the other woman's ear, burying her nose in the red curls. She could feel a hand cruelly kneading her breast, feel her hard nipple rubbing against the palm. Her body pulled taut, skin gaining a sheen of sweat as it flexed. She twisted, pulling at her bonds as pleasure tingled up her body. Warm arms wrapped around her, tugging her body up. She strained, the pleasure increasing with every second. She wanted to scrunch herself into a ball, curl around the nearest living object and shake with sheer excitement. She could feel her body stretching, muscles held tight and tingling. "STOP!" the Doctor roared, straining against his bonds. Mel released Weena and looked over at him. Weena make a squeaking noise which might have meant anything. "You're going to kill her. If you want me, you can have me," he looked at Mel with pleading in his eyes. "Just leave Weena alone." Weena struggled to raise her head. "Weena..." she gasped. "is per...fectly...happy...thank you." Mel fed him a spoonful of liquid before deactivating his force field restraints. The Doctor fell free and let her drag him onto Weena. He twitched as the drug took hold, his arms shaking as they wrapped around Mel, pulling her down against him. He forced his tongue between her lips, feeling her caress his cheeks. She wrapped her arms around him, around Weena's back. He felt warm skin pressing against him; Weena's breasts at his back and Mel savagely crushing against him. She pushed herself onto his erection, shuddering in his grip. Weena was squirming underneath him, taut skin sliding against his back. He could feel her hot breath in his ear, gasping as she heaved. He pulled back, bracing his feet around Weena's ankles and mashing her groin down before he thrust upwards. Mel moaned. He felt her head brush past his ear as she leaned forwards to kiss Weena. He continued to thrust, squashed there between the two women, hugging Mel tightly to him and squeezing down at Weena's body with every movement. He gave a final moan as he climaxed, the hot liquid ejecting into the woman on top of him. Mel flexed in his grip and gave a short, sharp cry before falling back against him. Weena floated in a haze of ecstasy; Virtually every movement was accompanied by a burst of pleasure. She twitched as the cool weight disappeared from atop her. The next few minutes seemed like an eternity of bliss. Her body maintained its hot flush, and she was drawing deep, gasping breaths. Her bonds suddenly released and she scrunched herself into a little whimpering ball. She opened her eyes to see stars. Suddenly the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen appeared amongst them. It reached out a hand to stroke her cheek. The touch left a tingling trail. "What have I done?" it asked. Weena grabbed onto it with all her might. The Doctor suddenly found himself pulled down, Weena wrapped around him limpet tight, smothering his mouth with her lips, forcing herself over his erection. He put up a modicum of resistance before giving in, allowing his body to fall naturally back into the rhythm. Their lips remained locked together throughout, their breath washing over each other's cheek. The Doctor pumped at her, feeling her body shaking in his grasp. Weena's mind was overwhelmed by sensations as he finally ejaculated. She fell back, the stars fading from her vision and her mind winding down. She waited until he had caught her breath and looked at the Doctor. His eyes were dark green, not purple. "Doctor?" He gave a shuddering sigh, closed his eyes and fell to one side. Weena lay in a satisfied heap for a full ten minutes before she was able to become interested in anything. Mistress Mel, she noticed, was tapping on a console. It was another five minutes before she remembered about her planet and what might happen to it. She dragged herself over and pulled herself up to the edge of the pit. "What are you going to do to my world?" Mel looked down at her disdainfully. "Absolutely nothing. I don't know anything about planetary engineering." On the other side of the pit, the Doctor opened his eyes. Three times in one day, he thought, this is becoming a habit. He licked his lips. His throat felt like he could use it to sand down enough wood to make an entire dining room set. "But you..." Weena was saying. "The Doctor assumed I did. I'm not the one who set up this planet. The Rani did. I only suggested it as a way to fund her experiments." Mel grinned evilly. "You'll have to take it up with her." Weena collapsed against the side of the pit and looked around. "Um..." she said, her mind suddenly misfiring. Mel looked up. The Doctor had crawled over to the pitcher of formula Alpha four and started drinking, gulping the liquid as if it were water. "Goddess," said Mel. "There's enough there to keep him horny for a year." The Doctor placed the empty pitcher down and turned to face them. His eyes were glowing purple orbs. Mel and Weena scattered. ********** Epilogue I Grant sat in the cell with his chin resting on his hands. In the cell on the opposite side of the corridor, Edward was doing likewise. It had been four weeks since they had been left there. Three times a day, a Dalek had scooted into the adjoining corridor and slid food trays through the one-way force fields. Occasionally they had heard distant screaming, and tried to avoid imagining what tortures were being visited on their friends. At one point, a viscous red substance had begun seeping through the ceiling. Edward had tasted it thoughtfully and claimed it was some sort of jam. Grant was sceptical. "Do you think they still remember we're in here?" Grant asked for the hundredth time. Edward, who had been grown tired of the questions and had lapsed into a meditative trance, remained silent. The door at the end of the corridor slid open and a purple Dalek glided in. Grant glanced at his watch. There shouldn't have been another Dalek due for another hour and a half. He looked up as it halted outside his cell. "You have visitors," it grated. Visitors? Daleks allow visitors? "Who are they." "Six human females. They require -" It paused as if processing an unfamiliar concept. "- Child Support." Grant sank back on the bed. *********** Epilogue II The Rani stood on a grassy hillock and contemplated the docks below. A sailing ship, the twin of the one she'd seen sail out a week ago, was nearing completion. Women in muddy green overalls banged away with hammers. All this wouldn't have been possible a few months ago. The natives would have been too busy having sex to care. Now all they wanted to do was build things. The Rani scowled. She could easily undo the damage just by wiping out the population and breeding a new batch, but the Doctor would undoubtedly alert the Time Lords, and they would simply shut it down again. The only viable option was to start afresh on a new planet. A whistle blew somewhere in the docks, and the workers laid down their tools and broke for lunch. When they came back, the hillock was bare. 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