Author's Note: Merry Christmas and welcome to this year's updates to all of your favourite stories. Believe it or not, I do actually try and update these stories more than once a year, but life more often than not gets in the way. But, I do make a resolute attempt to provide at least one update every Christmas for all you horny perverts to enjoy amidst the mild-mannered conversations with relatives you barely know, culminating in fevered political discussions you'd sooner die that partake in.
This is the first of two updates for Amy's story, with this being a chapter update to the actual narrative and the next one being a wild unrelated one-shot that is particularly saucy. I thought it would be more enjoyable to follow this structure, allowing people to enjoy a story update and something out there and more imaginative in terms of sexual perversion.
There are also a considerable number of updates to various other stories across the board, including several Doctor Who stories. Fans of Jackie Tyler and Clara Oswald can enjoy updates to their stories, and if I have time.
But, without further ado, enjoy the latest chapter of Amy's story in which she has an unfortunate run in amidst a labyrinth of Weeping Angels.
Chapter 11: Heaven's Angels
Everyone was panicking. They had fallen right into a trap that had been so perfectly laid for them. No matter which way Amy looked there were statues. God-forsaken statues. Forcing her eyes open, she did everything that she could to maintain eye-contact as the Doctor rushed down the passageway, torch in hand, inspecting the nearby stone figures. The barked commands of the Clerics bellowed in her ears as River Song stood at her side, grasping her arm and keeping her close. Her chest rose and fell, her heart racing as the torches began to flicker. Suddenly, one of the angels had turned to look at her, those unmoving stone eyes staring right into her soul, boring deeper into her with a single merciless stare. How a statue could unnerve her in such a manner was beyond her, yet the discomfort she felt was unparalleled. Finally, the Doctor returned, fear flashing on his face. Fear that Amy hadn't ever seen before. Not even when he came face to face with the Daleks. No, this was true and utter panic, unlike anything she could have envisioned the Doctor displaying. Running his fingers through his floppy hair, he turned back to look at them. The sea of statues had all turned to face them, their cracked figures looming closer. The soldiers began to fall back, falling into defensive lines as River pulled Amy alongside her, keeping the redhead close at hand. Eventually, the Doctor spoke, "Right. We need to run. And run quickly. The central chamber is up this, isn't it? We go there. Quickly! Move, move, move! Don't look away!"
"Doctor… There's too many of them," River stammered, as the made their way around the corner, the angels they had been watching falling out of view as they turned and bolted, taking advantage of the angels' current weakness to outpace them. River had threaded her fingers into Amy's palm, keeping her hand in place.
"I know. I know. But we need to move. We stay here; we die. So, we run," the Doctor explained, peeling ahead of the group and flashing his dying torch around the corner, seeing more of the angels nearing closer, hands outstretched amidst crumbling rock, their figures more defined, their jaws beginning to stretch into fearsome maws.
"That's it? Run?" River snapped, the group grinding to a halt as they searched for a way forward, with each of the main pathways being blocked by the terrifying statues, their looming presence etched into all of their minds, tears creasing in the corners of their eyes as they fought to keep their eyes open.
"It's worked for me before. Move it!" The Doctor exclaimed, finding a small passageway and leading the charge up it, with the Clerics not far behind. Amy and River were the last, the two of them squeezing their way upwards as the position they had occupied moments before was swarmed by the angels. Exiting the small confines of the passage, Amy's heart burst out of her chest, her breathing overtaking her senses as she hunched over.
"Sweetie? Amy? Look at me, we have to keep moving," River breathed, lifting Amy upwards, the blonde's eyes stretched wide as she held the torch in one hand and grasped Amy's shoulders with the other. Glancing around the small room, River did her best to encourage the redhead onwards, almost dragging her towards the pathway they had chosen. The clerics could be heard up ahead, calling out for Amy and River. Shouting back, River replied, "We're coming! Just a moment!"
"River… the torch…" Amy managed to breath, her face stricken with fear as she looked into River's eyes. It was flickering faster and faster. The two of them moved to run, but by the time their legs were moving, the light pulsed into non-existence, plunging them into the darkness. Clasping their hands together, they had mere seconds of safety before something grabbed the two of them, wrenching their bodies in opposite directions at blistering speed. Their hands were torn away, their bodies heaved through the shadows and darkness, their screams seemingly falling on deaf ears as the two of them were dragged into the dark caverns of the angel's labyrinth. The darkness was pitch black, and soon enough Amy didn't have the strength to scream. Suddenly, she felt her body collapse against the floor, almost as if she hadn't been dragged at all, but rather flung. The sharp stones jutted into her body as she lay there, frozen with fear. Had she been flung through time as the Doctor had warned? Or had she been spared that frightful torturous end. Without light, it seemed impossible to determine, rendering her alone, blind and infinitely terrified of what was lurking in the mire of the shadowed caves.
There were things moving in the shadows; things she presumed were the unseen forms of the angels, given free and unrestricted reign to move as they pleased. Pushing herself up onto her knees, Amy suddenly felt a great force push her forwards, forcing her to remain on all fours. Breathing heavily, next came what truly terrified her. Suddenly, the jumper that she was wearing grew immediately tighter, ripping in two a few seconds later, the tattered fabric raining down onto her. As quickly as that garment had been torn in two, her skirt was shredded, her tights split along their seams and tossed to the side. It felt like with each rushing pass that an angel made across the room, a new article of clothing was flung from her body, until she was only wearing her bra and underwear. The cool chill air of the room swirled across her body, thin strips of pink burning flesh running across her body from where her clothing pinched before tearing. Amy wasn't sure if the sudden stopping of their movements was worse than what they had been doing, yet she felt paralysed nonetheless, kneeling on all fours, her hands and knees being bitten into by the sharp jutting rocks beneath her body. And then, her panties began to tighten. But not immediately being torn away from her body. Instead, they were slowly pinching into her body. She felt cold stone fingers against her lower back, with the fabric being pulled up along her hips, pinching painfully into her pussy. What was worse however, was the fact that it meant that one of the creatures; one of the angels, was right in front of her, pulling the fabric of her panties towards itself, looming ever nearer to the pale, near-naked woman.
She felt the fabric slip between her folds, sinking amidst her slickness, growing damper by the second as her pussy began to slicken. Why such a situation was bringing arousal across her folds was a psychological question Amy wasn't prepared to answer in that moment, yet she gritted her teeth nonetheless, feeling the fabric of her panties beginning to tear, until they sudden ripped away from her body, revealing her tight and puckered asshole to the shadowy room. Her pussy was awash with the cold air of the chamber, the contrast between the coolness and her hot, warm pussy making for a questionably interesting sensation. With one last burst of defiance, Amy tried to lunge up onto her feet, but was immediately pushed downwards, her face colliding with the floor as a hand forced it into the stone, causing her to present her ass to the vicious leering statues. A finger slipped beneath her bra and plucked it instantly from place, snapping the band with little more than an upward movement, leaving Amy wearing nothing but a pair of shoes and the tattered remains of a pair of tights, hugging her creamy legs. Her nudity was not the problem as Amy had faced down many terrible things with her cunt and tits exposed, yet, being unable to actually see the angel as it loomed above her, ogling her exposed flesh; was ultimately a terrible thing. What the angel wanted, Amy couldn't guess as she had seen it. She had seen what it looked like. It had a fixed and unchanging form as far as she was aware. It could open its mouth and such, but it wasn't able to change any further than that. Why it would want her naked when it lacked any sexual organs, Amy couldn't guess, but as quickly as she came to that conclusion, it was immediately proven wrong as she felt something prodding against her clenched asshole. The unmistakable bulbous shape of a big cock-head.
Her eyes widened immediately, her fingers clawing at the stone beneath her. Not because she was about to be fucked, but rather the specific fact she was about to be sodomised by a creature that could move at the speed of light and sported a cock of unknown length that it had seemingly conjured out of nowhere. Why the creature was taking its time when it could move at such blistering speeds, Amy couldn't have guessed. Well, other than the fact that it seemed like it was savouring the thrill of the hunt, having claimed its prize. Realising that it's vice like grip was unflinching and unmoving, Amy gritted her teeth and clenched her eyes shut, being able to feel the rounded stone head of the creature's cock nestling against her asshole, rubbing back and forth. It didn't behave like a typical cock, instead bearing the texture of stone as if it were simply an ill-advised stone dildo. Polished and glossy, it wasn't rough enough to cause her immense pain had it opted to plunge inside her pussy, yet it was thrust right up against her asshole, unlubricated and with the ability to utterly destroy her rear end in every single possible way. And then, the hand slid away from forcing her head downwards and instead grabbed the back of her hair. Slowly, she felt herself get pulled backwards, able to support herself with her hands as her head was tugged sharply backwards. Expecting the angel to stop then and there, Amy grimaced as her body was continued to be pulled back until her hands were lifted of the ground. Hoisted half in the air, her knees the only thing left touching the ground, her hair on the verge of being ripped out of her head, Amy felt the angel beginning to push its hips forwards, probing against her tight and clenched arsehole, readying itself to claim its first fuck after being imprisoned for so very long.
"Amy!" a voice called out, giving Amy a modicum of hope. Suddenly, River lunged around the corner, flashing a torch over towards Amy, catching the angel before it was able to push forwards and sink itself inside of the redhead. Breathing heavily, Amy felt a moment of reprieve from the angels' incessant teasing, feeling only the head of its cock readying to push inside. Looking up at River, Amy saw that she had met with a similar struggle, her camo jumpsuit having been torn in several places, her right breast entirely exposed and her pussy flaunted in places. Maintaining eye contact with the angel, River steadily entered the space, stepping towards Amy and keeping the torch fixed on the situation, "Can you free yourself, Amy? Get your hair loose?"
"No… Do you have a knife? Just cut it if you can," Amy groaned, trying to wriggle her hips free of the angel's grasp. Leaning forwards, River looked down the bulging shaft that the angel was now sporting, looking at it in a state of disbelief. Seeing the look on River's face, Amy asked with a quiver in her voice, "How big is it?"
"Don't worry about that sweetie. I'm going to get you out… Just… Remain calm. I need to… I need to blink…" River said with a quiver, seeing the flash of fear rip across Amy's face. The two of them shared a brief glance, River pulling back so she could keep the angel in line with her eyes. As soon as the initial shock abandoned Amy, she realised that it was inevitable. With what limited mobility Amy could must, she nodded her head, staring forwards as River gave her as much warning as possible, "Ready, Amy? Three… Two… One…"
It was only a moment, as single moment. Her eyes rolled closed and torn right back open at blistering speed, yet the entire scene had almost completely changed. Amy's eyes had widened, her lips falling open in a soundless scream. The angel, instead of disarming River, chose to sheathe its entire cock inside of Amy's arsehole. All in a single, swift and blistering thrust. It was so fast and so impactful that Amy honestly couldn't collect a single thought in her mind as her ass was stuffed full of a cock that was beyond massive. It wasn't as big as the Doctor's, yet the Doctor remained unable to slam himself inside her at such a speed that rendered her both speechless and in agony. Rushing forwards, River looked down at Amy's round apple-cheeked ass, immediately seeing her hole stretched and gaped around the bulging stone cock. Finally, she let out an exasperated whimper, her body remaining suspended in place, her arse completely stuffed. The idea of anal had always titillated and excited Amy and whilst she always wanted to explore it as an option in depth, she never found the time or moment to actually relish in the act. Instead, it was always the thing that she remembered at the last moment whenever a boyfriend or late-night lover slipped a finger inside her ass as they were fucking her from behind. What she could have never possibly envisioned was that her first traditional anal fuck would pan out like this, with her ass being stretched and abused in such a way that she would never be able to sit or walk straight. And yet… and yet… There was a quiver of pleasure about it all. Perhaps it was some perverse and innate satisfaction that was found in being full of cock. She felt that way when taking it into her pussy, so perhaps this was just that but emulated through her rear entrance. That was the only reason she could give for feeling a moderately small shudder of pleasure from something that was otherwise agonising in every capacity. Or perhaps, she just derived pleasure from extreme sadomasochistic sexual perversion.
"Amy? Amy are you okay? Speak to me sweetie… Speak to me?" River breathed, dropping down to her knees, keeping her eyes peeled as she searched for anyway in which she could possibly wrestle Amy free. The grasp around her hair had only tightened, with the angel's hand that rested on her hips sinking its fingers into her flesh even firmer. She was stuck in its stony grasp for the foreseeable future.
"I… I… Fuck… I can't… I can't do this… Fuck… What do we do? What do we do?" Amy pleaded, wanting nothing more than the statue to simply let her go so that she could run. If she could run at all. River, unable to help in any capacity, simply knelt there, staring at the angel, trying to come up with something. Any slight form of a plan.
"Amy… It's not going to let you go… We know that. We can only… only assume that it will release you when it… if it reaches its climax…" River breathed, causing Amy's blood to run cold. The insinuation was clear. She had to fuck the angel until it came. It was the only way it would consider release her. What River didn't mention was the fact that it could move so quickly that it would tear her in two. In fact, the only hope that Amy could possibly hold was in the possibility that the angel's stamina was comparable to its swiftness in movement. Breathing slowly, River held an air of calm that was surprisingly reassuring for Amy as she fought to stay calm, "So… I'm going to keep eye contact. And you… when you're ready will tell me to blink. If you want to continue for longer than a blink. Tell me. I'll keep the pace you want and need. Okay?"
"Fuck… Yeah, okay… Okay… right… I can do this I think," Amy reassured herself. Trying in vain to glance over her shoulder to see the angel and act as a second means of holding it in place, Amy found the position to disallow that. The tempo was entirely in River's hands, "Okay… blink…"
Amy would never regret saying a word more than she regretted saying that word then and there. Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments, River immediately let out a scream as Amy joined her. The sound of slapping flesh smacking at such a large speed and velocity swiftly filled the room. Every aspect of Amy's body was vibrating, with her skin tingling and shuddering, her breasts bouncing wildly in front of her, her nipples rock hard and carving through the air at a whistling pace. The cock in her ass was pounding in and out of her so fast that it barely felt as if it was leaving her body. If anything, it felt like a high-powered vibration shuddering inside her and constantly jutting against the very depths of her ass, pounding away and sending quivers of pleasure and pain through her entire body. Those two were not in equal measure, yet Amy felt an orgasm immediately sweep through her pussy, a spray of her arousal cascading out from her slick pussy and flooding the ground beneath her, her thighs glistening and gleaming as she fought to remain conscious, her tongue and eyes falling limp in place, shaking around with each wild thrust into her arse. Unable to focus on anything, she searched in the blurry mists of pleasure and pain for the torch, yet found it cast aside, out of reach. Wishing that the angel would stop, Amy felt her ass beginning to turn red and ache, the impact of the stone acting like a paddle, spanking her ass wildly and painfully. Her moans were truncated with shuddering vibrations as she desperately held onto what brief remit of sanity she had left in her body when suddenly, the light came back into focus and everything suddenly stopped.
Yet, the pleasure and pain didn't cease. In fact, they only intensified. Her whole body went numb with pins and needles plaguing every sense she had. Blinking constantly to clear her vision, she stared ahead at the brief spot of light, taking comfort in the fact that her ass was no longer being plugged. However fortunate she was, the angel's cock was pulling back when it was forced to stop, yet it still felt like it was pounding away. The angel had moved so fast that Amy's senses couldn't keep up and she was still feeling the delayed reaction of being fucked mercilessly and brutally hard, her body catching up with what had happened. Breathing deeply, she looked ahead, her vision clearing and revealing what had happened. River was laid flat on the ground, clutching the torch in one hand and holding it upright. Her body was pinned in place, a stone hand wrapped around her neck, holding her head against the floor. Her remaining clothing had been torn away, exposing the soft curve of her back and round bubble cheeks that was her plump and juicy arse. Looming behind her, its cock already sunk deep inside her clutching hole, the stone crotch of fearsome creature pressed against those round and fat cheeks, a second half-formed angel loomed, its decrepit and misshapen body holding enough of a form to keep her in place with a thick and rigid cock. Had Amy not been delirious from the brief stint of ten seconds of being fucked, she would have made the fearful realisation that if that angel had mustered up enough strength to take enough form to fuck River, then there was an entire cavern of angels with that same ability, undoubtedly homing in the two slabs of fresh meat. River's breasts spilled out from under her as she kept her eyes locked on the angel behind Amy, the redhead struggling to do the same. Their breathing was ragged, and Amy could tell that River had already endured a brief burst of the weakened angel's power. The look of River's said it all. Even the malformed angels could be a frightfully sharp fuck. Which made it all the worse that Amy could swear she saw movement fluttering in her peripheral vision, even if by the very nature of the angels, that was completely and utterly impossible.
"Are you okay, Amy?" River said, her limp trembling as she angled her head upwards from the place it was trapped on the floor, watching as the redhead's hand dropped down towards her pussy. Cursing the fact that she had to get pinned against the floor and robbed of the ability to at least coax some additional pleasure from her cunt, River instead took a small amount of satisfaction from seeing Amy's supple naked body. Even if it was contorted in such a terrible way.
"Yeah… yeah, I think so… You?" Amy breathed, her body slowly returning to normal, everything beginning to cease vibrating and shaking. All that remained was the lingering ache in her arse-hole, something that she could do very little about, aside from endeavouring to counteract it with a slow burn of pleasure driven from her fingers through her pussy. It may have been a very small comfort, but it was a comfort nonetheless. She couldn't afford to be picky.
"Yeah… But I don't… I don't know how long I'll be able to keep from blinking…" River breathed tentatively, keeping her eyes fixed on the point between Amy's legs where her hand was busying itself, the blonde finding herself looking on like a salivating dog, jealous that Amy could enjoy such a simple yet ultimately delectable pleasure amidst these circumstances. There was a small place where she could watch both Amy fingers gliding through her folds whilst keeping the angel in sight, allowing her to lose herself amidst the fantasy of being buried between those toned and creamy thighs, devouring and delighting in the slickness of her flesh. Anything to keep her mind from focussing on the plundering of her arse.
"Me neither. Quick question?" Amy breathed, the heightened pain of her ass making the pleasure she was deriving from her fingers all the sweeter. She found that the most amazing sex was a balance of contrasting pleasures; the sting of a hand cracking against the arse cheek; a finger lodging itself suddenly in an asshole. The differing sensations made one another all the more intense, allowing for truly sensational experiences. It was, however, a balance. Too much pleasure and it loses itself amidst its own brilliance. And too much pain… Well, too much pain resulted in what was happening at that moment to both River and Amy.
"Is now the time?" River breathed, writhing back and forth, feeling the rough stone crotch of the angel grind against her ass. It wasn't entirely displeasuring, but in combination with the thickness of the cock, made it horrifyingly uncomfortable. Even her sensitive entrance couldn't muster up enough pleasure to counter the sensation. She had to shift her chest back and forth as clumsily as she could, relying on the brief tinges of pleasure that arose from her hardened nipples catching on the stone surface beneath her. Each ping of flesh brought with it a shudder of bliss; brief and not lasting nearly as long as it should have.
"No, but I don't really think that there is a good time. How experienced are you with anal?" Amy asked, hoping that she could take some measure of comfort in the shared circumstances. Hoping that River was just as loosely experienced with anal as she was, Amy found that to not be the case. Ultimately, she should have guessed from the sheer level of sexuality that exuded from the woman, bringing about such confidence in the perverse acts of deviancy. Of course, River Song, the woman who introduced herself with her tits and ass in full view, would be well versed in the world of anal sex.
"Oh, I find it to be quite alright under the right circumstances. These aren't the right circumstances…" River confessed. Anal could be quite the scintillating experience with lube or oil slickening everything up. It could bring about quite the orgasm if taken slowly, building it up to powerful rutting animalism. However, it was quite apparent that the angels had no intention of taking things at a romantic and intimate pace. Or perhaps they were. The angels definitely operated quickly, but perhaps this was in fact sultry and mild-mannered for the, with their pace being an equivalent to the slow and measure pace River was used to when being butt-fucked?
"Great… Well, I suppose… This is my punishment for wanting men to have larger cocks," Amy laughed, trying to alleviate the tension somewhat, their eyes beginning to water as the kept them stretched wide open, their lips hung in perpetual stasis, only shifting to mutter what few sentences they could muster under the powerful anal duress of a thick stone shaft.
"Yes, this is a cruel form of karma," River breathed, agreeing with Amy as she continued to wriggle back and forth, the gleaming and glistening folds of Amy's slick pussy looking all the more appealing as she began to truly consider how warped and stretched her ass was. River even went so far as to consider asking Amy if she could taste that glistening slickness on her fingers and provide her some safe remit amidst what few sexual fantasies she was able to distract herself with. Fortunately for them, they did in fact have the considerable practice of being fucked by the Doctor, whose cock was comparable if not larger than the cocks currently fucking them. Yet, in another twist of fate, due to the Doctor's size, anal was something both girls very rarely considered with him on account of their arses being so immeasurably tight and their desire to be gaped in such a manner paling in comparison to the pleasure-promised rewards of being sodomised.
"I worry that I'm talking absolute nonsense. In fact, I'm not sure I'm even talking," Amy began, her words hurried and frantic as she looked along River's back, taking a small morsel of satisfaction in the woman's shapely and juicy bum spilling outwards. Under different circumstances, she would have lost herself in that sight for hours, yet right now couldn't think of anything worse than continuing this current set up for hours.
"You are. Right… Take turns blinking? I reckon you should go first," River conceded, deciding that they couldn't continue to prattle on forever considering what that actually meant. With beaded tears forming in their eyes from keeping them open for so long, they needed as much reprieve as was possible in this situation. What neither of them considered was the fact that the angel would take the opportunity to drag River off into the darkness and pound her mercilessly without fear of being impeded. Having not thought of that, they both unknowingly prayed that the angels would decide that their torturous suffering and tantalising moments of brief relief were worth being paralysed in stone. It wasn't like they could complain much, given they had their cocks lodged in two of the tightest and most shapely arses on offer.
"On your count?" Amy asked, preparing to take as much relief as possible in the momentarily blink she was to take. Watching River prepare herself, Amy continued to rub her pussy with increasing speed, her fingers beginning to lightly smack against her folds, the wet slick sound encouraging River's imagination even further and countering the inevitable fuck that was to ensue. Breathing deeply, River nodded.
"On my count. If there is one thing I don't want surprising me its twelve inches of stone cock being rammed in my ass," River chuckled, her humour falling on deaf ears as Amy's eyes began to water considerably, her sight almost completely mired amidst a pearly haze of strain induced tears. Preparing herself, River, held the torch out in front of her and kept her eyes wide open, endeavouring to offer Amy as much time to rest her eyes, "Now!"
The immediate shriek from River and the subsequent growl that escaped her lips shuddered through the darkness, causing Amy to force her eyes open quickly, seeing River's face contorted in a mix of pain and pleasure, the woman's eyes only just open enough to afford Amy her moments of reprieve. Breathing deeply, Amy watched at the fat juicy curves of River's arse seemed to perpetually bounce and jiggle, her decidedly plumper body shaking and jiggling in response to the violent thrusts into her ass. Wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes, River regained her composure remarkably well, her stoic demure gaze commanding Amy's confidence, the redhead's fingers rutting through the slickness of her cunt with renewed vigour, inadvertently igniting an orgasm to brush through her body. It strange to feel an orgasm yet have not inclination to bask or relish in it. In fact, it seemed almost paltry in comparison to the other sensations in her body. The pain and pleasure that rushed through her body from her ass were of a greater magnitude than that of her orgasm, with her orgasm feeling more like a meek tickle across her pussy when placed next to everything else cascading across her pale and creamy form. With the both of them retaining their composure and repositioning themselves, River turned to Amy with the hopes that the redhead would be ready to provide her with a modicum of relief and the ability to relax her watery gaze. River was experiencing the exact same thrum of sensations that Amy was plagued with; the compounding of pain and pleasure alongside the delayed impact of the angel's immense speed. Under better circumstances and with a more restrained partner, the pleasure would have been unbelievable, yet the angels were hardly considerate lovers.
"Now," Amy finally and reluctantly grimaced, allowing River to clasp her eyes shut and immediately letting out a series of frightful squeals as her ass was pounded into, her ass cheeks beginning to blister and burn as the rough stone pounded into her ass. The two of them continued to alternate, their eyes clutching closed for the briefest of moments whilst the other had their hole cleaved in two, the rhythmic smacking of flesh and stone resonating through the small chamber, their cheeks glistening from their leaking eyes. Perhaps most astoundingly of all, the floor beneath them glistened and gleamed from the powerful orgasms, with jets of arousal bursting from Amy's pussy to shower the floor, whilst River felt the rush of her arousal rushing across her thighs and stomach, her body aching in every possible way. The pleasure and pain were almost completely enthralling, commanding every sense within their bodies, their breathing ragged and their hearts racing with each sudden burst of pure intensity, unrivalled and unparalleled by anything they had ever felt before. Not knowing how close they were to the angel's ends, the two of them continued as their bodies glistened and gleamed with sweat, their bodies limp and lifeless before the angels and their cocks. Barely able to focus their eyes on the sight in front of them, it was ultimately Amy who succumbed first, her head falling limp in front of her, her hands dropping to her side, her eyes completely closed. River could hardly blame her. In fact, she felt herself drifting away into the nothingness of exhaustion. The final burst of an unrelenting and unstopped angel drew out her last grunts and groans, her hand dropping the torch and plunging the cavern into darkness. Hearing the sounds of the other angel rutting wildly into Amy's unconscious ass, River felt her eyes drift closed, the resonating sensation of having her arse torn in two being the last thing her conscious mind was able to remember as the darkness overwhelmed her; the delectable sounds of sex being a bitter-sweet melody in her ears, perverted by the angel's masochistic abilities.
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Breathing hard, Amy's eyes peeled open, exhaustion still plaguing every single movement she made. She was laying flat on the ground, still naked, chilled skin covered in a layer of sweat as she tried to shift her body. Everything ached. Her arms, her legs, her head. Even the most subtle and unassuming movements sent dull aches through her entire body. Forcing herself up onto her hands and knees, she almost screamed out as she felt for the first time the lingering damage that had been done to her arse. Reaching behind herself, she found her cheeks tender to the touch. Curling her fingers in towards her entrance, she didn't dare go any further, not wanting to discover how warped her entrance had become. Not even wanting to imagine what had happened after she passed out, Amy found herself looking around somewhat aimlessly. She recognised where she was and found the lack of stony crevices both comforting and unnerving. Clearly not where she had been prior, she fought with every morsel of strength in her body and clambered up onto her feet. Clinging onto the walls around her, she struggled with her orientation, her head swimming as she staggered back and forth, until suddenly, the lights flashed on in front of her, "Good… You're awake… I was beginning to think you'd never wake up…"
"River?" Amy asked, blinking as she adjusted to the light. It took her a moment in her dazed and confused state, but she quickly recognised the plump and juicy naked body of the stunning blonde. She was standing in a doorway, the room revealed to be some kind of space-ship storage room. To their left a circular panel had been pried away from the floor, having served to get them to where they were now. Standing with the same uneven stance, River managed to hide the angel's impact a lot more than Amy could, yet it didn't make it any less of dull throbbing pain. Resting against the doorframe, she looked over at Amy, concerned yet not willing to saunter over and upset the delicate balance of modest relief she had constructed for herself, "Where are we, River?"
"The Byzantium… Come on… We have to move," River grunted as she turned and shifted her way into the corridor from which she had come. Wincing in pain, Amy shuffled after her, staggering helplessly into the metallic cylindrical corridor, almost immediately catching up River's slow and tentative movements forwards.
"But what happened? How did we get here?" Amy murmured, keeping her voice low as the two of them followed the curve of the corridor, neither of them quite able to make any considerable pace, but neither of them desperately wanting to push ahead any faster, "What about the Doctor? The Clerics?"
"I don't know. I woke up that same room as you. Unconscious and fucking sore…" River groaned, grinding to a halt as she rested on her left foot, keeping the right one raised at a particular angle as to avoid any further discomfort, "There are life-signs at the opposite end of the ship. Human. I think that the Doctor and Clerics had to push on without us. That or they are coming towards and trying to find us. I'm not sure. In here…"
"So, who brought us here?" Amy asked as River punched in several numbers to a panel and entered a small control room. It appeared as if it was some kind of security room, yet neither of them registered anything in particular as River led Amy towards the main computer, on which were displayed life-signs aboard the ship. How they had gotten so far away from the Doctor and the Clerics remained to be seen, yet with a few taps of the keyboard, River was able to bring up several security camera feeds from across the ship.
"I was planning on finding that out," River murmured bringing up a feed that displayed the Doctor and the Clerics, all of whom were in a single corridor, forming defensive positions. Suddenly, the feed went dark as the only source of light became that of the bullet-fire from the Clerics. Soon enough, the angels inched on screen and River quickly switched the cameras, not wanting a re-run of what had happened previously. Yet, despite her best efforts, the cameras suddenly began to change. No matter what she did, she could switch the feeds, she couldn't bring the cameras down or switch them off. Suddenly, the door to the room slammed shut, deadlocking and trapping them inside. Neither of them could muster the strength to scream for help as the cameras flickered to a specific feed. One that was on the outside of the ship. Breathing deeply, they shuffled closer together, comforted in the warmth of the other's naked body. As they blinked, angels appeared on the screen, with two figures in their grasp. Freezing suddenly, they realised who the figures were. Their limp and unconscious bodies were dropped to the floor, the angels looming above the two of them, grinning their malicious grins.
"It's a recording…" Amy said, almost with relief in her voice, yet ignoring how much damage the recording of a single angel could wreck. Keeping her eyes peeled, she didn't dare blink, slowly realising what happened the last time she was in this situation.
"Doesn't change the fact. The image of an angel becomes itself an angel… And we're trapped in here…" River reminded her, defeated threaded through her voice. There was very, very little they could do. And anything they did do would probably only further the angel's movement across the screen, quickening the very thing they sought to prevent from happening.
"But… If the angels wanted us dead, they could have killed us then and there. If they wanted to fuck us, they could have fucked us then and there. If they wanted to keep us as sex-slaves, they had the chance. They had to have brought us here…" Amy breathed, slowly working through the situation with a modicum of sense. Yet, the more she ruminated on their circumstances the more desperate they actually seemed to become.
"Which means they're showing us this for a reason. But why? To taunt us?" River asked, immediately buying into the young woman's reasoning, yet not exactly understanding how it would prove beneficial for them to be the angel's playthings. Stuck in a room to be tormented.
"I suppose so… To show what they did to us whilst we were unconscious? It's pretty sick…" Amy groaned as she leant against the door, not wanting to blink and realise what had been done to get her in such a sore state. The more she thought about it, the less she wanted to know. From what she remembered of being conscious, it was hardly anything she wanted to experience more off. Even if it was simply watching a recording of herself.
"We could just take turns not blinking. Keep it frozen in place. They wouldn't be able to do anything," River suggested, her eyes starting to water as she looked at the screen, seeing it frozen in place. How the angels had the ability to manipulate it like this was unbelievable. Both Amy and River also remained motionless on the floor of the cavern outside, meaning that the angels weren't manipulating the video, but simply the way that it played. Meaning that theoretically, it would be possible to view the angel's movements without it being choppy were you to take the video outwith the angel's control. Yet, with the image of an angel being an angel, perhaps there wasn't anyway to do that. Perhaps it truly was impossible to see the angel's move.
"But then we could piss them off. They want us to watch. If we don't do that… Who knows what they'll do… They know where we are. They have us trapped in here. At their mercy," Amy murmured, the words stinging as she let them slip out.
"Fuck… I always knew the angels were ruthless, but sadistic? This is just… just cruel," River seethed, her fists balled as she and Amy made their way tentatively towards the screen, their eyes remaining completely and utterly open, slowly and steadily waning ins stamina on that front.
"So… What do we do? Blink on three?" Amy suggested, not wanting to know In the slightest as to what her body had been used for, yet not wanting to revisit such an outcome if she annoyed the angels. Clasping River's hand, the two of them knew what to do.
"Blink on three. One… Two… Three…" River counted down, the two of them clasping their eyes shut for the briefest of moments only to open them and be met with a sight that turned their blood cold. Clasping her hands over her mouth, River gasped, "Oh my god!"
"There's dozens of them…" Amy whimpered as she saw their two bodies laid in the centre of a circle of angels, with more creeping around the corner. One of them seemingly looked up at the camera as if to taunt them. Most of them were half-formed and still shifting slightly, their bodies reconstructing themselves. Another blink later and the scene changed once more. The dozens of angels, all sprouted from their crotches, thick and heavy cocks. Both of them were offered a view of what that looked like, with the loose stone folds of their dresses peeling apart to reveal the smooth legs of the angel's, all of them boasting massive rigid lengths beneath their stony attire. Wincing at the mere sight of it, both River and Amy just wanted this to be over, no longer timing their blinks and simply letting the scene play out in all its abject and unthinkable horror. There must have been hundreds of those statues throughout the entirety of the catacombs… Hundreds… All of them taking on that same identical form. All of them hungry for sexual relief. She wondered if that meant from anyone, or if they had specifically chosen the buxom female forms of those who wandered into the nested hive of their monstrous domain. The angels that had claimed both Amy and River had been unflinching in their consistent use of their rear entrances, so the possibility that the Clerics and the Doctor had been equally treated in that regard lingered. Though it was of little comfort to them both. What comfort they received was in the fact that they didn't remain conscious for the angel orgy.
Both Amy and River's bodies were seized by nearby angels, the two of them being effortlessly lifted into the air by their waists, their torsos falling limply forwards. Between blinks, their bodies were brought swiftly downwards, the angels sheathing their entire cocks deep inside both of their asses, the view from the camera allowing to see their assholes contorting and stretching their cheeks being spread apart by the massive lengths. Being used like ragdolls or extremely realistic and extravagant fleshlights, their bodies were lifted up and down, impaled on the rigid stone cocks again and again, the slapping of their bodies rhythmically sounding throughout each jolt of the scene. The worst part was watching each impact and each resonant smack of their asses being plugged again and again, roughly brought down with little to no care. Perhaps the strangest aspect was watching the unflinching faces of the angels, who looked as If they got nothing out of the pounding movements of their cocks. Their steely gaze remained focussed on the bodies of Amy and River, their eyes ogling their jiggling flesh alongside relishing the sounds of their lustful movements. They had to get some degree of pleasure out of it, otherwise this seemed like a purely sadistic ploy to brutalise the two of them. Even then, they could have easily broken a couple of their bones or something. The fact that the angels even had anatomy of any form beneath their clothing was a disturbing revelation.
As more angels swarmed around, two more of their figures stepped out in front of both Amy and River's bodies, their hands grasping their necks and holding their ragdoll bodies still. Knowing what they were about to do didn't make it any easier to watch as they shuffled forwards and in a matter of moments had their cocks lodged inside of the two ladies' pussies. River winced as she traced the ache in her stomach to its initial source. The two of them, being double penetrated and pounded mercilessly by angels, their insides being rearranged with each momentous and ploughing thrust. They could hear their flesh bouncing wildly, their pussies becoming drenched out of the initial penetration, simply due to the instinctive reactions of their inherently sexual lives. Again, both of them were thinking the same thing. Were this under different circumstances and the blistering pace was in the hands of considerate lovers, this would have them both quivering with pleasure. But as it stood, nothing close to that existed in this recording. All the angels that were waiting simply stood there as statues, not even stroking their exposed lengths. It was a bizarre scene all around, with each still image that imprinted in their minds making less and less sense and sending more and more shudders of discomfort through their aching bodies. Amy could only be thankful that they seemed to have stopped at using two of their holes. No doubt if they had attempted to fuck their mouths, both River and Amy would have been speaking through shattered teeth. Yet, the video recording was still going and perhaps the angels had a painless way to fuck people's throat. Perhaps, in some twist of fate, they became flesh whenever people didn't look at them, meaning that their pleasure centres also kicked in. Giving up on trying to understand the angels and their libidos, Amy settled in for the long haul. There was now at least a couple dozen angels in frame, with there undoubtedly being so many more lingering just outside the eye-line of the camera.
A couple minutes later, the four angels unsheathed themselves from River and Amy, dropping them to the ground. Strangely enough, none of them appeared to have actually cum. Or at least, angels didn't produce cum. Regardless, the angels hide their cocks away and disappeared into the crowds, eventually exiting frame and going elsewhere. And so, began an hour-long torment of the two women being passed from angel to angel, cock after cock being thrust into their holes and drawn back and forth for seemingly an arbitrary amount of time before they were passed off to the next. There appeared to be a moment where the two of them woke up, but neither remembered doing so. A part of Amy had always wanted to be at the centre of an orgy, having everyone crowd around them with their cocks, all with a shared desire to plug her holes and fuck her until they had all poured their cum in and onto her. Even now, the fantasy remained, yet she never expected that it would come to fruition In such a strange and bizarre way. Breathing slowly, the two of them endured the long and lengthy watched of having their bodies fucked harder and harder, their eyes becoming listless as the same wincing sight played out. However, after the hour mark, the number of angels on screen began to dwindle, until finally, only the last four remained. Watching aimlessly, they watched as their bodies were once again wildly rutted into, right up until the moment when their cocks pulled out of them, dropping their bodies to the ground, well and truly fucked. Two of the angels disappeared, yet two lingered, grabbing their bodies and hauling them off the camera. Assuming the ordeal to be over, the two of them leant backwards, only to see the camera change to various different angles, showing in explicit detail how the angels pulled them onto the ship and left them there, revealing that the angels had some form of intent behind keeping them alive. And then… the cameras cut out. Leaving them there. Alone.
"It's over? Fuck…" Amy breathed, leaning forwards and burying her head in her hands. The two of them had managed to get somewhat comfortable in two nearby chairs, sitting in contorted and unconventional manners so as to not rest themselves entirely on the painful parts of their body.
"I feel we got the message after the first five minutes. An hour was a little torturous," River groaned, rising to her feet and checking the computer, finding it to be completely and utterly dead. Staggering over to the door, she was able to move a little quicker. Finding it to be open, she typed the code in and watched it slide apart. Gesturing to Amy to follow, River entered the corridor, finding the door to their right -from where they had come from- closed.
"So… What do we do now…" Amy asked, shuffling slowly into the corridor as River began to tinker and work with the door to the left, thinking that by descending further into the ship, they may be able to meet up with the Doctor and formulate a real plan. However, that thought quickly exited their mind as the door peeled open and on the other side loomed one of the angels, its eyes coveted behind its hands.
"Amy! Get behind me!" River screamed backing up and instinctively putting herself between the angel and Amy, the two of them keeping their eyes forced open as the angel loomed In the doorway, strange and perverse machinations running around inside its head.
Author's Note: Cue Doctor Who music and the 'next time' title card. I know this chapter was a little rough and a little extreme, yet there isn't much else you can do with aliens such as the angels. They would hardly make caring lovers and frankly, their powers only really stand in service of hard, fast and brutal sex.
Hope you all enjoyed that lovely celebration of the Holiday spirit. This is a standardised message that I will be putting at the end of all the stories that got a wonderous update this Christmas day, so if you've read It already then feel free to go dive into another Christmas update.
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