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Context: Taking place in the series 8 episode, The Robots Of Sherwood, this scene plays as an alternative to the scene where Clara finds herself talking privately to the Sheriff. Please bear in mind that everything you read is consensual, as you will learn in further chapters.
The bickering sound of The Doctor and Robin in the underground dungeons became quieter and quieter as the metal knights escorted Clara out from beneath the castle dungeons. After being taken through a considerably large wooden door, in between the giant wall of cobble, their sarcastic and quite rude remarks towards each other had fallen silent entirely, with the sounds replaced with new ones. The room in which Clara had found herself in was already much nicer than the mossy and damp floors and walls from before. This room, in particular, was heavily filled with more of the knights, marching with their heavy boots in directions and spreading throughout the entire castle complex. She could also hear people, presumably workers, carrying out different tasks at hand, but couldn't work out from what door or window the sounds were emerging from.
"You will move," the static voice of one of the knights commanded, "Now."
She proceeded to climb up a spiral of stairs for a while, with a single armoured knight in front of her as well as one behind. Their speed was noticeably swift and efficient and they had way too much stamina, she thought, as her legs became ever the more exhausted. Clara could feel a subtle warm touch to her delicate skin the further they climbed, until they reached a corridor with dark wooden floorboards. She peered out from a small window to the side of her, revealing that she was in fact a very decent height above the ground. After reaching a certain point along the corridor, the knights stopped, letting her past, "You will continue." They said, in the same static tone as before. The curious yet slightly worried girl stepped along the wooden flooring some more until a door to her right swinged open. Behind it was - you guessed it - another knight, who stepped to the side so she could enter. Once the door had slammed closed behind them, the knight marched over to a standing line by the wall and placed itself at the end of the line. Clara peered around the room. It was very different to the rest - golden rugs laying across one side, bookshelves along the walls and a long wooden table in the centre of the room topped with a variety of food.
Standing from one of the seats in the dining hall was the Sheriff Of Nottingham, looking over, before gesturing for her to approach him. She slowly took a few steps towards the smirking figure, and seated herself in a dining chair opposite to his.
"So, I have many questions, but where do I begin?" He said, with a look of curiosity washed over his smirk. "Please, take what you want from the feast, I have so much more where that came from." He gestured again, down towards the plates and bowls that were full of fruit and other assortments. Clara looked down at it all but quickly declined. She could already notice his eyes latching onto her just a tad too much for her liking and broke the uneasy silence by clearing her throat. "Your accomplice had this in his pocket, you see." He took out The Doctor's sonic screwdriver and waved it around in the air lightly. "I wonder what this could be? I've never seen anything like it in my life. Do you care to enlighten me?" He asked, almost in a forceful and intimidating tone now. He continued to stare at her, waiting for answer but all in the meantime taking in her beauty he found himself becoming bewildered with. Clara stayed silent, unsure of how to respond. "Are you sure you don't want to tell me? I know that whatever it is, it could be of great power, yes?" He spoke again.
Clara peered back at him, then at the screwdriver he was holding in the palm of his hand, "I've never seen that before." She dismissed, still slightly unsure if that was the right answer or not, but she knew she couldn't tell him what it really was, for obvious reasons.
"You've never seen this? That's odd, you seemed rather startled when I showed that it was in my possession not so long ago. My mind is beginning to ponder, however, of the things this might be used for, or should I say, the things this could be used for." He glared into her eyes, his wrinkled face smirking more and more. Clara's eyes widened, she tried not to look too alarmed by his statement but couldn't help but imagine what he was thinking. She had a suspicion, but the thought made her skin pale. "Now, this is your last chance to cooperate before things get more... exciting. Can you tell me what this is for?" He narrowed his eyebrows, waved the sonic again and proceeded with the direct stare. Silence fell, again, with the faint sound of the crackling fire in the background. "Okay, I understand. There are some belongings people can do such drastic things for." He looked down to the screwdriver again, "and I guess you're prepared to do those things, my darling."
Clara slowly started to rise from her chair, her heart beat getting quicker with the second.
"Don't bother startling yourself, look around, there's no way out." He nudged his head toward the knights, who were not only surrounding the walls, but guarding the windows and doors. Clara looked around in hesitation before coming to the realisation that he was, unfortunately, right. She stopped her movement and sat back down on the seat again, hoping any second that The Doctor and Robin would charge through any second now, saving her from the unwanted situation she was getting herself into. Perhaps, she thought, if she could just delay the Sheriff for a while, to allow them the time they need to think of a plan. Even though that's maybe not the idea she wanted to follow, if might be the smartest. Accepting her new plan and taking it into action, she paused in her seat and obediently waited for the Sheriff to make his way beside her. He looked down on her before gently caressing her jawline with his fingers, stroking her pink skin softly. His gentle touch became a more firm grasp and he suddenly tilted her head up towards him, "you never even mentioned your name. Do you mind telling me what I shall call you?"
The escalating arousal in his speech made her feel sick, it wasn't even so much the physical side of this, but the uncomfortable idea that he wanted her. "Clara. My name is Clara." She said, subtly.
"Well then Clara," he continued, licking his lips as he stared down into her eyes, "i think it would be wise to stand for your Sheriff."
Clara hesitated for a mere second, closing her eyes in a pause, before pushing her body off of the arms of the chair and tucking it back under the table once she had stood to her feet. Now standing, Clara looked particularly petite to the older, broader Sheriff, who had begun admiring her remarkable curves behind her medieval, velvet dress. "Good, as you have worked out, there is no point in disobedience." He remarked again, unknowing this was just delaying time.
The Sheriff leaned in on the nervous girl, feeling her lips with his own. As he desperately pushed into her lips more and more, Clara could feel his hands make their way around her dress before arriving at her backside, giving each cheek a gentle stroke from on top of her dress. The awkward feeling of being somewhat cornered into the table by him was interrupted by two equally as uncomfortable tight squeezes of her plump rear. It seemed he was all over her, pulling her in as close as possible and slightly lifting her off of the ground with just the grasp of her ass, alone. Clara felt as if he was becoming more territorial over her body with each moment passing by as her face was being smothered. After a few more seconds of smothering, stroking and squeezing, he pulled away from her. "You're such a good girl." The sheriff stated in an aroused tone. Clara couldn't help but somehow feel annoyed with herself, it seemed that, in a way, she was ever so slightly enjoying being fondled in such a direct manner, even if the circumstances and the... characters weren't too her liking.
"I'm not sure where to start with you, my dear. You seem to hold so many luscious features." The Sheriff whispered, beginning to peer down to her exposed chest area above her breasts, then further down and further down some more. "All of these ideas coming to my mind... yet so little time, I feel. That is, of course, if I don't decide to keep you. Beauty, intelligence and submission to you're Sheriff - you'd make quite the wife." He took hold of the rope belt that wrapped around the waist of her dress, unravelling it slowly before dropping it to the ground entirely. "But first, before we talk about marriage, I'm going to enjoy your company here in this dining hall." Clara could feel his cold fingers untie the topmost lacing of the front of her dress. As he loosened the red strings, her curvy breasts pushed outwards slightly, with the given room, creating a wider gap between them. The sheriff untied the next lace down, revealing most of their smooth round glory towards his hungry eyes. Without hesitation, he put his hands out onto her dress that was only slightly covering them now and took in the warmth from beneath. The rhythm of Clara's breath slowly rose and lowered her chest in his hands, as she stood still on the floorboards, continuing to stay as calm as she could. His satisfaction was the one thing delaying time right now, so if she could keep him happy for long enough, she knew she'd eventually be back in the TARDIS, one way or another. It wasn't as if she was needing to do anything, his egotistical desires seemed to enjoy being in control of her body anyway.
His hands dove behind the loosened part of her fabric dress, now cupping her cleavage entirely. Clara's chest was now fully in the hands of the Sheriff, and she could only watch him as he fondled them passionately. He used two fingers on each hand to begin pinching her pink, hard nipples, further testing her submission to him. A small moan escaped from her mouth, which was a mistake as this only aroused him further. "Yes that's it, moan for you're master." He commanded, switching his stare from her breasts to eyes occasionally as seeing them light up with each pinch gave him a renewed sense of pride. "I said moan, did I not?" Clara's nipples were squeezed even harder, forcing another helpless sound from her. "The sounds of your sweet pleasure are fuel to my ears. But I cannot let myself be distracted so easily, after all, I still need answers from you." Very slowly, the Sheriff of Nottingham ceased fondling Clara's body. He removed his hands from under her dress and tied up a single lace, leaving the top half of her cleavage visible and pushing upwards, "Might I say, you're deliciously soft breasts are a new found treasure for me, and you're a treasure I desire to keep. So, we can either continue this intimacy immediately or you can choose to answer to me and we can finish our feast, which one is it going to be?" He stood back and stared back at her with an eyebrow raised. Clara, whose face was still flushed red from a moment ago, stayed quiet. She knew she couldn't give up now, but how much further was he willing to go? It felt like he was planning on keeping her to himself anyway, so if she could play along for some more, perhaps then it would buy enough time for Robin and The Doctor, wherever the hell they were...
Her lips stayed shut, keeping the growing silence in the room. "I'm going to ask one more time before I show you who is really in charge here, do you understand? Are you going to explain to me who you and you're friends are, what that device is and how you seem to have so much knowledge of beyond the stars?" He beamed, in an aggravated manner. A few seconds of more silence passed by, Clara dropped her head and peered down to the floor, unable to make eye contact with him for any longer. The impatience in his eyes became apparent, "Fine, if you don't want to make this easy - then it won't be," he said, closing in on her once again, "now you will do as you are told and turn around for me." He commanded. She slowly tilted her body to face the opposite direction to him, towards the table. Suddenly, her body was jolted forward from behind, her hips now pushed against the hard wood of the dining table. A hand ran down the back of her dress, sending a shiver through her spine until it reached her rear. Clara compliantly stood as she endured the Sheriff grabbing a large portion of her ass in his bold grasp, as well as sensing his near, obtrusive presence and breath in her left ear. To her relief, his hand shortly let go but it was only until a few more seconds when she realised his new intention. In a mere instant, the Sheriff lifted her velvet dress from the hips below and pushed it to just above her plump backside curve, exposing everything under. Without wasting another second, he pushed her body firmly against the table again and began to hastily bend her over until her breasts were pressing against the table, as well as the rest of her front. Clara held her head up, now realising the knights had been watching the entire time and the thought of what they were about to see made her feel all the more humiliated.
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