The Bleeding
Warning: Graphic violence and rape.
Chapter Two:
The Doctor slowly blinked open her eyes then closed them again at the onslaught of bright lights attacking ger eyes. She took a deep breath in through her nose and prepared herself to open them again. When she did, the light thankfully didn't burn her eyes again.
She looked around in confusion, noting she was still in the warehouse. Krasko wasn't around anymore and she was still there. As she tried to get up, she noticed one of two things. One, her arms were tightly bound above her head to a table with thick rope, and two, there was a oily rag shoved in her mouth. In confusion, she tried to say something along the lines of 'what's going on?' but with the rag, it proved futile.
In her desperation to get away, she tried to pull her wrists out of the rope, but as they were tightly tied, they wouldn't budge. It didn't help that the table she was tied to was bolted to the floor. She couldn't do anything about that, either. The sudden empty feeling of her pockets was an indicator that her sonic screwdriver was no longer in them.
As she sat there, she tried to assess the situation and her options. The most obvious thing was that she was tied with nowhere to go, but she could work through that. She had escaped worse in the past. Maybe she could try and pull her hands free, no matter how much it hurt. If she didn't and Krasko was able to stop Rosa Parks from refusing to give up her seat, then who knows what damage he would do? She could wait for her new friends to come and find her, but that would take too long and they didn't have much time.
With that thought in mind, she mentally prepared herself for the pain that would surely come with pulling her hands free. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it in her extremely long life, and it probably wouldn't be the last.
The Doctor took a deep breath and started pulling on the ropes digging into her wrists. Her new, feminine wrists. That would take some getting used to. Over two thousand years of being a man, and now she was a woman. It was probably Missy's fault, she mused as she continued pulling at the ropes.
Just as they were starting to burn her wrists with the friction, a voice spoke up, "I wouldn't do that, if I were you."
The Doctor huffed as much as she could around the rag, not bothering to look up at Krasko. He chuckled and stepped forward, crouching down when he reached her so they were eye level. Still, she didn't look up, opting to glare at the floor between her legs.
Suddenly, his hand was gripping her shoulder tightly in an effort to stop her from trying to get free of the ropes.
"I said, I wouldn't do that if I were you," he repeated, more sternly this time. Finally, she faced him, her expression one of annoyance more than anger or hatred towards him.
Krasko reached onto his inner coat pocket and pulled out an object that made the Doctor let out a breath of anxiety.
"I am loving this, by the way," Krasko said, examing the sonic screwdriver in his hand, "a very useful tool. I thought it was a sonic screwdriver when I saw it, but I had to be sure. I needed something to test it on, and what a better subject than the neural restrictor in my brain?"
The Doctor's hearts fell and a bit of fear welled up in the pit of her stomach, but she tried not to show it on her face.
"Ah, I see you know what that is," Krasko noted, taking in the look on her face no matter how she tried to hide it. "So you'll know I have no problems doing this," he continued and quickly reached up a hand to grab her throat. The Doctor choked and gasped desperately, her current situation not made any better with the oily rag in her mouth.
Krasko let go of her throat, giving her time to take in big lungfuls of air through her nose. Whatever he had planned for her, he certainly didn't want her dead. That much was obvious.
With what looked like boredom, Krasko stood up straight and started pacing in front of her. He put the sonic back in his pocket as he did.
"You've been out a while. It's given me some time to decide what to do with you. You see, I can't have you messing up my plans. I'm sure you know what they are by now. You're not stupid, as much as I hate to admit it," Krasko started, "I could just kill you, of course. It wouldn't weigh very heavily on my conscience, but I have a feeling killing you is just too easy."
The Doctor grinned around the rag. He didn't know anything.
"So, I've come up with a some options. One that stands out above all others," Krasko stopped and turned to face her. The Doctor furrowed her brows in confusion.
Krasko knelt down in front of her again and reached for one of her boots. He undid the laces and slipped the boot off, tossing it to the side. He repeated the process with her other shoe. The Doctor's brows were still furrowed.
"For a grown woman, you dress like a child," Krasko said with disdain, eyeing her clothes. The Doctor chuckled behind the rag, not seeing that as an insult.
Suddenly, with force, Krasko grabbed her ankles and pulled her down so she was on her back rather than sat up. She made a noise of disapproval behind the rag as her wrists were yanked. Krasko pulled both her blue socks off and tossed them to the side.
Finally, blessedly, her mind clicked into place and joined the dots. She saw where he was going with what he was doing. As he was reaching up to unclip her braces and trousers, she started fighting back. She kicked him forcefully in the chest with her foot, taking pleasure when he grunted and stopped his pursuit for a moment. She continued the assault, not giving him time to undress her. She was sure at one point she'd kicked his jaw, but she couldn't be sure as she wasn't stopping for anything.
Krasko growled in annoyance at her continued beatings and scrambled around for a moment until he had her ankles in her hands to stop her from kicking him again. That didn't stop her, though. She tried to pull her legs free, but he held them tightly. Eventually, she stopped fighting, her breaths heavy and angry.
"It would be easier for both of us," Krasko started levelly, "if you were to stop fighting."
The Doctor shook her head in defiance because no, she wouldn't stop fighting. She'd been a woman barely five minutes and already she was being take advantage of. If this is what her female companions had to face on a day to day basis, then she would be sure to keep a better eye on them, not let them out of her sight, make sure they knew she now understood and she was sorry.
With the Doctor now mostly subdued, Krasko continued his task of undoing and removing her trousers. Her trousers that her new best friends had picked out for her. If she focused on positive thoughts, maybe it would all be over with soon and she could get back to stopping Krasko. Sending him back to where he belongs.
"Are these boxer shorts?" Krasko suddenly asked with a chuckle, making the Doctor blush furiously and close her eyes. She hadn't felt too comfortable yet picking out female underwear, so when Ryan (awkwardly) mentioned that women also had pants that look like men's boxers, she'd jumped on the opportunity to get some.
Krasko's nails lightly scratched her hips when he pulled the underwear down, exposing her new parts to the cold air of he warehouse. The fight suddenly came back to her and she angrily kicked Krasko again, once again having to be stopped when he grabbed her ankles. "What did I say?" He growled. There was a burning feeling behind her eyes that the Doctor desperately blinked away for fear of showing weakness to the disgusting man in front of her.
When Krasko stood up to start unbuckling his own trousers, the Doctor squeezed her legs closed and turned away with her eyes closed. She let her mind wander to her new friends, imagining all the places she could take them when all of this was over. She was sure Graham would like Space Florida, being the laid back man he is. It was just a matter of asking them if they wanted to travel with her in the first place, she realised with a sigh.
Krasko's cold hands back on her ankles brought her back to the harsh reality where she wasn't taking Graham to Space Florida. She risked a glance over at him and immediately wished she hadn't. He was completely naked from the waist down and had removed his leather jacket. His clothes sat on a pile on the floor much like her own. The most obvious thing was his large member between his legs standing to attention.
The Doctor quickly closed her eyes and looked away again, desperately trying to grasp some more thoughts to distract her. Her mind wandered to the new feature on her TARDIS- the custard cream dispenser. Her new body loved those biscuits, and she was forever grateful for her Old Girl-
A pained screamed ripped from her throat, muffled by the rag, and her eyes flew open in alarm at a sudden intrusion below. She looked down with teary eyes to see Krasko was buried deep inside her, his hands holding a bruising grip on her hips. Following the scream, she let out a harsh sob, trying to back away from him only to be held firm.
She was sure sex wasn't suppose to feel like this nor was it supposed to take place under these kinds of circumstances, and she desperately tried to understand why Krasko was doing this. What kind of pleasure could he gain from forcing her to engage in these kinds of acts? Of all the things he could have done to show her not to mess with him, why was he doing this?
Krasko pumped in and out of her new sex, ignoring her pained screams of her first time being unwilling and forced upon her. It was slow at first, but it soon picked up and became more rough when Krasko got into it. He let go of her hip with one hand and reached up. His hand slipped under her new shirts and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing and fondling it roughly. She moaned her protests, but he didn't listen.
Just when she thought he might be finished, he slowly pulled out of her, leaving a horrible yet relieving feeling between her legs from where he had previously been inside her. She shuffled as far away from him as she could get, ending up in a sitting position again and leant against the table leg she was tied to. His penis was still hard and no matter where she looked, she could still see it in her peripheral vision.
Krasko reached forward and yanked the rag out of her mouth. She licked her lips to moisten them as they'd gone dry from having the fabric in her mouth for god-knows how long.
"Take it," Krasko said, and held his member at her mouth. The Doctor looked at him, avoiding the long pole in front of her.
"I don't think so, mate," she said, her voice hoarse from screaming and yelling obscenities his way.
"I think you're forgetting who's in control here. Put in your mouth, or I find somewhere else for it to go," he said coldly. Despite the threat lingering in the air, the Doctor kept her mouth closed and looked away from his piercing gaze.
Krasko growled and reached a hand down her shirt where he found one of her erect nipples. He pinched it hard, making her gasp. She then gagged in response to him shoving his dick in her open mouth.
"Bite down and I'll go after your pretty, little friend," Krasko warned her with seriousness. The Doctor closed her eyes and nodded slightly, showing she understood. She would take whatever Krasko was dishing out so long as Yaz didn't get hurt.
As her wrists were tied, Krasko did most of the work. He moved his hips back and forth, pumping his throbbing dick in and out of her mouth. She gagged quite a few times when the tip of his member forced its way down her throat, but he seemed to enjoy the gagging if his moans were anything to go by.
"Fuck," Krasko gasped and tightly tangled one of his hands in her hair, "that's it."
The Doctor got the sudden urge to bite down despite his threats, but she couldn't let Yaz get hurt so she held back the urge and let him use her.
Krasko's moans amplified in volume and he became more erratic when fucking her mouth so she tightly closed her eyes, knowing what was coming. With a few more hitched moans, Krasko came in her mouth, causing her to choke on the liquid spilling into her mouth.
He then pulled his still-hard member out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it. She glared angrily at him and prepared to spit the cum out.
"Swallow it," he ordered her, grabbing her jaw. The Doctor frowned but obeyed, swalling it with a disgusted expression. When it was gone from her mouth, Krasko let go of her jaw and stepped back with a statisfied smile.
"You're disgusting," the Doctor told him. Krasko hmph-ed, but didn't say anything else.
"Lie down," he told her, pointing to the floor. When she visibly hesitated, he let out a low chuckle. "You know, I'm starting to think you want me to go after your friend. Am I right?"
With her jaw clenched tightly and an angry glare in his direction, the corners of her eyes wet from tears, the Doctor slowly shuffled onto her back again.
