Author's Note: It has been a while and I am genuinely sorry! I hope this chapter will be worth it and I hope you guys will show it some love.
I have spent some time with a guy on this site planning out the story and I have gotten most of it down to pat. I will be following the episodes and will be uploading chapters for every episode. Instead of uploading chapter by chapter, I will be uploading episode by episode. That means that there are multiple chapters per episode and I will upload ever chapter that belongs in that episode. Because I can't really upload frequently, this means that when I do upload you guys will get 4-5 chapters at a time. Make sense? Also some of the chapters we have planned are amazing, so please stay tuned! Not sure when the next upload will be, but I will definitely have 'Episode 1:Bells Of Saint John' uploaded before July. I think there is four, maybe five chapters to that one, so stay tuned!
Now I have decided to extend the Victorian Era Clara storyline a little further as the request of one of my reviewers. You know who you are ;). I must stress that this isn't future day Clara and when the story starts with Chapter 1 with Modern day Clara, she won't recall this. This is just a little bit of a fitting precursor to the proper modern story! Anyway, I've rambled on long enough, so please enjoy!
Prologue Pt.3: A… Time Machine?
"Do you actually live up here on a cloud, in a box?" Clara asked as the water vapour drifted across the top of the staircase, obscuring the stairway with the thick cloud that covered the vast expanse before her. Looking towards the Doctor who was striding swiftly towards the strange blue box.
"I have done for a long time now," Doctor smirked as he approached the TARDIS, his hand fishing around in his pocket for the key.
"Blimey, you really know how to sulk, don't you?" Clara said following after, hiking up her skirts and speeding after the man she had spent an age searching for.
"I'm not sulking!" The Doctor exclaimed as he pulled out his key and held it in his hands, twiddling the metal between his fingers.
"You live in a box!" Clara remarked as she watched the Doctor fumble around with his key, the added pressure of the young cockney girl glaring down on him.
"That's no more a box than you are a governess," The Doctor smiled as he absentmindedly offended the young barmaid whose voice turned suddenly shrill.
"Oh, spoken like a man. You know, you're the same as all the rest. Sweet little Clara, works at the Rose And Crown, ideas above her station," Her lowly barmaid voice sounding loudly as she argued with The Doctor. Pushing the door open, he strode inside and crossed to the console as Clara followed afterwards without realising the miracle before her, "Well, for your information, I'm not sweet on the inside, and I'm certainly not… little…"
"It's called the Tardis. It can travel anywhere in time and space. And it's mine," The Doctor said a huge smile etched across his face as he watched Clara's eyes widened. It was then he noticed that he had seen that look before. It was the same wide eyed look of awe she had given him when she first fished his thick cock out of his trousers.
"But it's. Look at it, it's…" Clara stammered trying to wrap her head around the Tardis and it's strange and unbelievable concept.
"Go on, say it. Most people do," The Doctor smirked as Clara leapt backwards, sprinting out of the door and running circles around the Box. She was in awe at the strange contraption before her and she couldn't quite understand it. The Doctor stood, smirking as he waited for Clara to say it. The words, he loved to hear and lived to hear.
"It's smaller on the outside," Clara said, watching the Doctor's face sink back into a disappointed position as he heard her new approach to the traditional words he always heard.
"Okay, that is a first," The Doctor swallowed, turning and rushing to the console, flicking switches and adjusting the many knobs and buttons on the console.
"Is it magic? Is it a machine?" Clara asked, completely in awe. The whole thing was bewildering and she couldn't quite grasp it.
"It's a ship," The Doctor said smugly as she, looked all around the main control room admiring every nook and cranny of the ship.
"Wait… you said it's a time machine?" Clara smirked, her mind settling on a curious idea as she let a devilish smirk etch across her face. The Doctor was too busy playing around with the Tardis console to notice her sudden change in demeanour.
"It is indeed. Anywhere in time and space," The Doctor said, proud of his ship. Rushing around the console, he stood in front of Clara, his back turned as he fiddled with several different buttons. Smirking ever so slightly, Clara turned her attention towards the Doctor, her eyes drawn curiously towards his pert buttocks framed perfectly by the trousers he wore. Bouncing slowly forward and up behind the Doctor, she neared close enough for her hot breath to raise hairs on the back of his neck. Leaning into his ear, she pressed her body against his, her breasts resting against his back as her hands latched onto his bum. Shocked, the Doctor ceased his fiddling and peered slightly to his left seeing the grinning face of Clara as she smiled lecherously at him, biting her lip in a state of eroticism. It had been a few days since her trip to Vastra and Jenny and her fingers had paled in comparison to both the ladies' pleasure and the Doctors. She was craving some form of dire release and the Doctor had the solution packed tightly away beneath his ever so restrictive clothing.
"Well then… there's no hurry to get anywhere then? We can just go back in time, right?" Clara whispered leaning forward slightly and nibbling the Doctor's earlobe softly biting and pulling on his ear as his eyes widened in realisation.
"Well… um… yeah. We could just…" The Doctor stammered, shocked by the woman's forwardness, despite their previous interaction. Before he could finish his sentence, Clara interrupted him, sliding her hands around his waist and hooking inside the his belt.
"Brilliant, let's get to it then," Clara smirked quickly unbuckling his belt and loosening his trousers. Unbuttoning the front, she slid the garment quickly down the Doctor's legs, revealing his boxers, bulging to contain his soften length. Startled, the Doctor felt Clara's hands clasp his ass, fondling his pert butt cheeks and she wrestled his jacket from his arms. Working with haste, Clara ripped his shirt off, leaving him dress only in his boxers, her hands roaming across his freed flesh, "Mmm… just what I need."
Turning the Doctor around, Clara saw his body, her eyes lingering on the bulge slowly rising in his boxers, "Clara… we may have time, but I would…"
"Oh just let a girl have some fun," Clara purred, pressing her body against the Doctors, angling her head upwards as she leant forward and captured his lips with her own, passionately kissing him as she snaked her hands into his boxers, her slender fingers wrapping around his giant soft cock, feeling it slowly harden beneath her soft light touch, "Besides… you enjoyed yourself last time."
"Yeah… but," The Doctor tried to argue as he breathed in sharply, trying to contain himself as she touched him. He had fantasised about Clara since their last encounter and he had secretly debated going after her and tracking her down for another round. Now she had come to him. It wouldn't hurt to have a little fun.
"Oh come on…" Clara teased, pulling her lips away from the Doctor's mouth and slowly trailing kisses down along his collar bone. Following along his chest, she planted a kiss across his nipple, flicking her tongue across the sensitive skin, playing with the bud, erecting it before wrapping her tongue around it. Unwittingly moaning, the Doctor felt his cock twinge and begin to grow as she continued her teasing of his nipple and cock. As she continued her kissing downwards, she left his saliva slick nipple and traced down until she was hovering on her knees before his rising bulge. He was still mostly soft, giving Clara an idea, "You are going to enjoy this Doctor…"
Before he could formulate a response, she torn his boxers away letting his softened cock flop against his thigh. Wrapping her hand around the base, she held the meaty chuck of meat steady and licked her lips. He seemed to throb and pulse, even in his softened form and she couldn't help but feel her own pussy trembling and wetting as she slowly slid her hand back and forth along his length, feeling him slowly and painfully harden. His lips were drawn wide as he tried to control the pleasure of the dainty girl's hand stroking him back and forth, but he had no luck as a low, husky groan filled the room. Smirking, Clara looked up at the Doctor, his length parallel to her face, only exaggerating his enormous length, "Mmm… Doctor… I forgot how big you were. And we aren't even done, eh?"
"Not at a… ah… oh my," The Doctor murmured, his voice trailing away as he felt the flat of Clara's tongue snake it's way around his base, tracing its way up along his shaft, coating every deliciously thick inch with her saliva. As her tongue made its way greedily towards his tip, Clara watched in awe as his length began to grow, his tip stretching further away from her continued licking. Stifling a giggle, she finally reached the top, her tongue tracing around his head, snaking into the most sensitive spots and flicking playfully across his cock slit, coaxing a generous bead of pre-cum from within which Clara hungrily lapped away, moaning at the saltiness, "More please… please more…Suck my cock."
"So vulgar," She smirked, teasingly pulling away from his shaft and stifling his pleasure, causing him to groan in distaste, his hand instinctively reaching to pull her mouth back to his cock as he would have done with Amy. Dodging out of his lustful grab, Clara tutted sexily before slowly and powerfully jerking his cock, stroking firmly, "Not so quickly, clever boy… Beg. Beg for my luscious lips…"
"Please, I beg you. I need it. I need it bad Clara… please," the Doctor groaned, his cocking pulsing beneath her tight pleasurable grip. Looking down, he saw her smouldering eyes and beautiful, lustful gaze. Trying his hardest not to explode across her face, the Doctor waited patiently for her lips to return.
"Good boy… now let's see about taking care of you," Clara moaned directing her attention to his cock, staring all fourteen of his inches up and down before leaning into towards his cockhead. Puckering her lips, she pressed them against his head, hearing him groan. Planting soft fleeting kisses across the most sensitive portion of his cock, Clara felt her lips coat in pre-cum, shimmering glossy. Pressing her lips against his cock slit, she pressed a little firmer before letting her lips part and his massive, engorged tip slipped past her plump lady lips and into her mouth. Thick and delicious, she felt his entire head settle in her mouth, pre-cum seeping across her tongue. Wrapping her tongue around his head, she teased and played with him in her mouth, before adjusting her position and letting another inch slip into her mouth.
Pushing downwards, she opened her mouth and felt another few inches slip past her lips, filling her mouth and stretching her jaw. Closing her eyes, she moaned, letting the vibrations run up along his cock, eliciting more and more pleasure as his cockhead, hit against her throat. Pausing for a moment, she swallowed allowing two of his inches to slip past her defences and deep into her throat, prodding on her gag-reflex. Steeling herself, she breathed through her nose, feeling the Doctor's hands run along her hair, softly patting her hair. Forcing herself a little further, she felt another two inches slip into her throat, before her lips clamped down and her body declined, spluttering and gagging around his thickened shaft. Saliva pooled in her mouth and swiftly dribbled down her lips and along her chin before dripping onto her breasts.
She could feel him pulse and throb between her lips and could feel him lingering on the edge of orgasm, trying his hardest to cling to the pleasure riding through his body. Desperate to make him cum, Clara slid her hands along his thighs before letting one cup his balls and another wrap around the base of his cock. Squeezing his shaft, she let her fingers pass his balls between themselves, toying with his sensitive organ before softly squeezing them, giving him the last push of pleasure to topple him over the edge.
The Doctor's cock twitched and spasmed in Clara's throat, causing him to fall backwards, supporting himself on the console as her tight throat and succulent lips milked his thick cock. A smaller spurt of cum, coated the back of her throat, making her splutter and open her throat wider. Two longer, more powerful strands shot down into her belly as she gagged, her throat coated in more thick strands of cum. Stroking the portion of his cock not enveloped by her lips, she coaxed every last drop she could, greedily gulping down each delicious mouthful until he was spent.
Breathing heavily, the Doctor felt her lips leave his cock. Smacking her lips, she looked up with a devilish smirk her, red lips drawn mischievously. Continuing to jerk his cock slowly, she silently remarked upon his stamina and his still hard cock. He would do nicely for a little boy toy, "Mmm… delicious and looks like you're just about ready for seconds?"
"Give… me… give me a second. You milked me dry," The Doctor panted, his face flushed with sweat and his cock thick with glistening saliva and cum.
"Not to worry, gives me time to undress," Clara smirked as she reached behind her and swiftly pulled the strings to her governess dress, letting the outfit fall away with one swift movement, leaving her standing in her underwear. She wore a lacy bra and matching pair of panties. Stockings cloaked her creamy legs and were held in place by a matching garter belt. And at Madame Vastra's behest, the entire outfit was a bright and crimson red, "A little birdie told me you had a thing for women in red…"
"Your little birdie was right…" The Doctor breathed heavily as he saw the woman in a desirable state of undress. Every sumptuous curve emphasised by the sweet fabric, her pale and white skin standing out against the rich red colour. Her plump arse was framed perfectly, with the panties curving around her soft flesh and dipping into her cheeks, disappearing in the soft meat.
"Now, does the Doctor want high born governess?" She smirked leaning forwards and flashing the Doctor a nice long look down her sizable cleavage. As she stood up, the Doctor realised she had dropped her panties and now held them in her hand, her neatly pussy glistening wet from the eroticism of the whole situation. Sliding her hands across her belly, she pried apart her pussy lips, flashing the Doctor a nice long look at her deliciously wet hole, before sinking a single finger into her whole, exaggerating the pleasure she felt with a loud and hearty moan. Sliding her shimmering finger from her glistening pussy, she slipped it between her lips, suckling on her sweet juices, watching the Doctor's cock throb at her naughty show before switching to her cockney accent, "Or does he lust after the filthy barmaid?"
As she said this, she turned on the spot, presenting her plump fleshy bum to the Doctor. Bending at the waist, she let her arse cheeks fall apart giving the Doctor a slight glimpse of her puckered asshole and her glistening slit. Reaching back with both her hands, she pried apart her bum stretching her tightest hole and flashing the Doctor a good look at her winking, slightly gaped hole, taunting and teasing the Doctor, enticing him to choose her tight arsehole.
"Oh… as delectable as the barmaid was, the governess is to good an opportunity to pass up," The Doctor remarked as Clara stood straight up and peering over her shoulder, continuing to give the Doctor a long look at her ass. A little disappointed, Clara loved to be the filthy little slut that he barmaid persona was, but she had a fondness of being the ladylike governess. Felt naughtier to be doing such perverted things as a high born noble lady.
"Well then Doctor…" Clara said, reverting back to her governess voice and turning to face the Doctor. Reaching around, she undid her bra, freeing her breasts and letting her nipples stand pointy in the cool air. Striding slowly across to the Doctor, she dropped the garment and pushed the Doctor slowly backwards, her body pressed against his, his cock pinned against her stomach, trailing saliva across her skin and smearing cum along her belly, "Take a seat and let your Governess take good care of you."
As she continued to push him backwards, the Doctor was almost intimidated by her forwardness as his knees buckled. Hitting the seat behind him, the Doctor fell onto the seat, watching Clara lord over him, in her sexy garter belt and stockings. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed him backwards, lifting his cock to a standing position, ready for her mounting. Spitting across her hand, she dropped her fingers between her legs and rubbed her pussy with a second coating of lubrication, ready for his thick cock to pierce and fuck into oblivion.
Moving her hand from her pussy, she wrapped her slender fingers around his cockhead and pressed his engorged tip against her lips, spreading her folds with his bulbous head. Moaning as she rubbed his cockhead against her clit, sending a buzzing shiver through the sensitive pussy. Shifting her legs to either side of the Doctor, she straddled his waist, her knees resting either side of the cushioned seat. Her breasts dangled, teasingly in front of the Doctor's face, her nipples erect and chilled. Reaching down between their bodies, Clara teasingly squeezed his cockhead causing him to moan before pressing the thick member against her slit, splitting her delicate folds in two. Holding her breath, she pressed it firmly against herself, whilst sinking slowly downwards, letting his cock split her apart and edge closer to impaling her.
With one firm movement, Clara's mouth fell agape, the thickness of his cock spreading her apart. She had taken him deep into her arse before, but no matter her prior experience, a cock of that size would still be a major contender against her tightness. Breathless, Clara let her hands rest on the Doctor's shoulders, steadying herself and allowing her to adjust to the cock inside her. She had only taken the head of his cock, but she was already feeling it in her.
Letting her eyes roll back into her head, she slowly pushed downwards, letting inch after inch sink into her cunt, stretching her as it plunder new depths she never knew off. Moaning continuously, she felt his cock widen as she slid downward, her lips spreading further and further, getting wetter as more deliciously thick cock speared her pussy. It took a minute of slow, steady and continuous pushing down, but eventually, Clara felt her arse cheeks press against his legs as his entire cock rested inside her, settling in her belly. Looking down, she couldn't quite comprehend the size of the cock buried in her and the extent to which he pussy was spreading. Gasping slightly, she laughed breathlessly, her eyes fleeting back and forth between her stretched pussy and the Doctor's commending eyes, "Fuck… that's right in there... sorry, a lady shouldn't swear, but fuck me, that's big."
"It would help if you weren't so tight…" The Doctor grimaced in pleasure, her pussy clamping down even tighter than her arse did. The warm wetness of her hole was doing wonders to his cock and he was trying to hold back his orgasm. The pleasure was only increased by his sensitive cock, still tender from his last load of cum. Dropping his hands to her bum, he pulled and played with her flesh , enticed by the amazing plumpness of her cheeks.
"Well sorry! I'll just take my pussy somewhere else shall I? Besides… not my fault that most people want to fuck me up the arse. Less risk of children that way," Clara groaned as she bobbed up and down slightly, moving an inch back and forth within her, not wanted to rush and slam all fourteen inches in and out. It was true. Most me who lay with her preferred her arse. Many thought it to be the tighter hole of a woman, but for Clara it was not. So many had come and gone that he cunt was tighter than ever.
"You have a lot of men then do you? Enough to wear your arse loose?" the Doctor asked, leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between his teeth, tweaking and nibbling on the hardened nub, eliciting a pleasurable moan from the young woman. Writhing his tongue back and forth across her breast, he pulled her ass cheeks apart before softly slapping them back into place. Gasping from the pain ringing through her soft flesh, Clara rose four inches before unwearyingly sinking back down filling herself back up and emitting a groan of pleasure.
"As many as I want. A woman can do as she pleases. No doubt I am not the first girl you've invited up to your snog-box in the clouds?" Clara said as she started to slide up and down, bringing a few inches of out her pussy before easing herself back down onto his length, moaning amidst breathless grunts as she did so, her bum cheeks stinging from the Doctor's continue slapping.
"You'd be surprised. I can't imagine you just shagging anyone who wanted. Don't even barmaids have standards?" The Doctor groaned, leaning back admiring, Clara's saliva slick nipples, her breasts softly bouncing as she bounced slowly up and down, six inches now plundering in and out of her as she eased herself up and down. Moaning, she almost didn't hear the Doctor, but she was drawn back to reality as he spanked her arse, imprinting a glowing red handprint and causing her to gasp.
"Oi… just cause I like it up the arse, doesn't mean you can rough me up," she smiled coyly, secretly loving the contrasting brilliance of a thick cock, washing wave after wave of pleasure across her body as she bounced up and down against the stinging sensations of a sharp hand to her bum, "I bet Amy wouldn't like to see you spanking a girl's arse?"
He had spoken of Amy the last time they met and his thoughts had been with the redhead for a while now. She had died with Rory back with the angels and he had lusted after the fiery redhead, missing their adventures and the steamy wild sex they had. He had other means of replicating the experience with Amy, but nothing compared to the real thing. The feel of the girl's tight cunt wrapped around his cock was like no other. But now he had Clara. And who knows? Maybe she would be just as good.
"You've got Amy all wrong. She loved a bit of rougher play," The Doctor smiled, remembering Amy and her darker perversions. The night with the whips. Oh that was a treat. Neither of them could walk straight or sit down for days. And that was easy going. Rory got it worse of that night…
As he reminisced his mind almost wandered, drifting away from Clara, who quickly noticed. Lifting up, she drew eight inches of his cock out of her pussy and slammed back down, attracting his attention. Grabbing the Doctor by his chin, Clara made him look her in her lust filled eyes, desire burning through her pussy as she quivered on the edge of an unbelievable orgasm. Holding his head in place, she grounded her hips back and forth against him, rubbing his clit against his crotch as she shifted her weight back and forth along his cock, drawing a chorus of moans from the Doctor. Breaking the moans, Clara murmured, keeping his chin pinned between her hand, "Make me cum, Doctor… make me cum…"
Nodding feverishly, the Doctor let his hands fall to her hips, lifting her up and guiding her up and down on his cock, drawing a stroke of eight inches before thrusting her back down. Allowing the Doctor some control, Clara threw her head back in pleasure, running her hands along her neck and down to her breasts, tweaking her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, pulling them sharply before letting them settle, a darker twinge of red than before, "And yes… a barmaid does have standards… I'm just searching for the right cock to fuck me silly, day in, day out…"
The Doctor was on the verge of orgasm and he could feel Clara nearing closer and closer. Her breaths were shallower and she had pleasure wreaking through her voice, reducing her to quivering syllables. Grunting, the Doctor lifted her up and down, speeding up, bringing her arse crashing down on his thighs, the soft plump fleshy shaking with ripples running through her arse. Gasping and breathing heavily, Clara felt her clit tingle and her pussy spasm. Lifting her up, so ten inches left her pussy, the Doctor held her there. On the verge of orgasm, Clara almost begged him to left her cum, but he teased her a little more. Lifting her up ever so slightly, he let two more inches leave her pussy and then another. Only a single inch remained her tight, warm hole and then… Smack.
He brought her crashing down. Her arse collided with his thighs and her pussy erupted into an orgasm, juices leaking down his cock as she spasmed and clenched around her length. Squealing in pleasure, Clara threw her head back steadying herself on the Doctor's chest as she felt her body rush through an orgasm. Her clit was on fire, sending shocks of unbelievable pleasure coursing through her body as she let him settle within her. Shuddering as her pussy clenched, she shook, her eyes clamped shut as she tried to contend with the brilliant pleasure soaking her body.
Watching Clara writhe in pleasure, the Doctor couldn't take it anymore. His cock was embedded in a concoction of Spasming pressure and warm wetness and he couldn't hold back. Twitching, his cockhead spurted another load of cum deep into her pussy, several strands of thick cum painting her insides. Gasping as she felt herself get filled up with his seed, Clara groaned, the sensation adding even more delicious pleasure to her orgasm.
Falling forward, Clara tried to catch her breath as she felt cum, trickle out the side of her pussy and trail it's way along her thigh, seeping from her cunt. Gasping, she felt breathless, wordless. The first time with the Doctor was wild and carnal and now… it was blissful pleasure. And she loved it.
"Well?" The Doctor asked, as he caught his breath, watching Clara nuzzle her head into his chest, her mind riddled with orgasmic thoughts.
"Well what?" She replied, confused as he smiled at her with lecherous thoughts on his mind, a smile wider than his face etched across his lips.
"The right cock? Day in, day out?" The Doctor smiled suggestively, hinting at a subtle undertone within his suggestion. Taken aback, Clara couldn't help, but smirk as her breath returned to her.
"You know what? Just maybe…"
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The Doctor bowed his head as he looked her in the eye. Cold and gone. It took a moment for it to sink in. She was gone. She still looked so beautiful. Lain upon the table, he fought back the feelings of tears and remorse as he felt a hand rest on his shoulder, "Doctor… I'm sorry…"
Vastra pulled his gaze away from her body and towards her, allowing the Doctor a moment of thought. This wasn't the first time he had met her. The asylum. And now here. Perhaps this was not a time of remorse. Perhaps… yes… perhaps it was a chance. A chance to find out the secrets behind her. Find the real Clara and solve the mystery of the impossible girl…
Author's Note: That concludes the final part of the Prologue and I thought it was quite good. Sorry that you guys had to wait this long to get it, but hopefully I can be a bit more regular.
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I have spent a while and have planned out a lot of the chapters alongside a friend of mine and it's looking good. However, the plan we have is mine and his thoughts and are only a representation of what we think the story should be. So please either review or PM me with suggestions on what you would like to see. Chapter ideas, anything! I am open to a lot of things!
