Author's Note: Hey guys! As previously mentioned on my Clara story, Amy is also getting some sultry sexual treatment, courtesy of a rather big fan of mine. He's graciously put up some money to sponsor this chapter and the previous Clara chapter, which allows me to dedicate time to projects that I wouldn't normally be able to. As much as I love Clara and Amy, there is only so much time in the day! So, many thanks to him for helping out with that. Especially in these tough times of ours! He has also been so kind as to sponsor a chapter of Clara's training with Vastra and Jenny. That one-shot will be taken from the Clara story and reuploaded with the second chapter next Monday. So, keep an eye out for that!
But, onto the actual smutty goodness. When we left Amy, she and River were staring down a Weeping Angel after having already found themselves completely and utterly fucked silly by angels. And as we will come to learn, the Angels have a uniquely perverse side to them. Because… Well, have you read the past eleven chapters? Of course, they do!
For those of you who were maybe a little put of by the roughness of the previous chapter, this one is a lot less intense. It primarily focuses on River and Amy with a few different twists sprinkled in there. But not the voracious sexual abilities of the angels so much. We have the previous chapter for folks who enjoy that!
Without further ado, enjoy!
Chapter 12: A Trial By Orgasm
Unflinching, both Amy and River stared down the looming angel, unable to move out of fear and the weariness of their bones. Watching it, they both took turns to blink and recover their ability to stare, managing several minutes before a mistimed blink between the two caused the angel to move. Yet, to both of their surprise, instead of lunging forwards and at them, it slinked backwards, removing itself from the doorway, its hands lifting upwards to clasp against its face. Confused, both Amy and River maintained their eye-contact, shifting towards the other door in the room, only to find it locked and inoperable.
"That door is our only option. Just… Keep eye contact… Don't blink… And move as quickly as you can," River ordered Amy, keeping the redhead behind her as the two of them moved forwards, their legs still aching from their previous treatment at the hands of the angels. Making their way towards the door that the angel just unblocked, the got to the frame, alternating blinks as they did so, "Keep eye contact, I'm going to have a glance either side. See if there is a way out…"
"Okay. Let me blink. I'll give you the go ahead," Amy breathed calmly, the two shuffling into place. Clamping her eyes shut, she rubbed them, reinvigorating them. Keeping them clamped shut, she stared back at the angel. Opening them, she nudged River on the side and gave the all clear "Go!"
Stepping forwards, River glanced either side of the door and cursed. Leaning sideways, she glanced past the angel and spotted the only doorway out of the next room being blocked by its stony body. It had only moved out of the way to further block their escape. Uncertain as to what to do, the two of them unwittingly crossed over the threshold of the doorframe, causing it to suddenly snap shut, trapping them in the room with the angel. Their heart rates quickened as they pulled their naked bodies together, doing their best to maintain eye contact. Keeping it up, the two of them almost winced as they heard a voice. Loud and almost blaring, it shuddered through an intercom, drawing River's attention to a series of speakers either side of the room. Hoping for the Doctor, the two were instead met with the droning words of Angel Bob, his voice unmistakable, "You've entertained the angels so far. They'd like to keep you alive a while longer. The angels are not easily entertained. You'd be wise to keep doing so."
"What do you want?" River spat bitterly, her fists clenched as she struggled to maintain eye contact with the angel, her eyes beginning to quiver as anger got the better of her. Being exposed and utterly defenceless, trapped in a room with a beast that had fucked her unconscious was as terrifying as it was frustrating.
"The angels will not hurt you. As long as you continue being entertaining. We promise you that," Angel Bob informed, continuing on with his stolen words to describe what he wanted from them, "As to what we want. In this moment, not much. The angel before you was unfortunate not to have been entertained by you in the catacombs below. We'd like you to rectify that."
"I'm not letting you defile us like that again," Amy spat, growing emboldened by the presence and contact between her and River. Feeling her exposed flesh against her own gave her a certain strength, even when they were staring down another hardcore fucking experience.
"We thought you'd not approve of our consummation methods. The angel before you will not kill you nor claim you as we did. We would like you to pleasure him of your own accord," Angel Bob clarified, causing both of them to shiver. The notion of pleasuring an angel of their own volition was strange to say the least. It was a statue. To do so would be akin to using a strangely articulated stone dildo. Still trying to figure a way out, the two felt their blood run cold as Angel Bob spoke again, "If not, I fear we will not be gentle with your corpses."
"Amy… You don't have to do this. I got you into this. If it comes down to it… I'll do it," River breathed, clutching Amy's hand in her own, holding it close to her hip, not breaking eye contact with the angel as she did so. Receiving an exhausted laugh from Amy, the redhead smirked.
"We're in this together. Besides… It's got a cock. And when have two women not been able to make a cock cum faster," Amy smirked, laughing in the face of danger as the only actual defence mechanism she had. Not expecting a laugh from River, Amy was pleasantly surprised when she let out a giggle, followed by a remarkably salacious purr given the situation.
"Oh, the stories I could tell you sweetie. But now is not the time," River smiled, biting her lip instinctively as her mind wandered to the lingering memories of sweeter sessions of love-making; ones she remembered with the utmost fondness. Given her promiscuous nature, only the most memorable were worth the seductive lip bite, and even fewer when staring down a Weeping Angel.
"To prove our intentions," Angel Bob began, his voice trailing off for a moment. Suddenly, the lights in the room turned off, plunging them into darkness. Wincing and instinctively expecting the angel to lunge forwards and attack, the two ladies were able to relax as the lights flickered back on and they were met with the angel in its place. Not that that quelled their anxiety. If the angels were going to torment them, lulling them into a false sense of security would be the best option to make them suffer. Speaking once again, the angels said, "You may blink freely. Or you may continue to torment yourselves for your feigned sense of self preservation. It matters not to us."
"They really nail the passive aggressive bitchiness right on the head, don't they?" Amy commented as she clenched River's hand. Standing side by side, they kept their eyes on the angel for a moment, before Amy suggested, "Blink on three? One… Two… Three…"
Clasping their eyes shut, they once again expected to feel their bodies getting flung to the floor and a hard-stone cock being thrust into their holes, but instead, they were met with complete nothingness. Steadily opening their eyes, the two breathed a sigh of relief as they saw the angel in its place. Conceding that they could trust the angels at least momentarily, the two blinked freely, wiping the watery tears from the corner of their eyes as they calmed themselves and caught their breath. As they adjusted to their newfound ocular freedom, the two made the crucial mistake of blinking in unison. Whilst it wasn't a deadly mistake, it gave them both a heart attack when they looked back at the angel and saw that it had changed. Not in position, but rather shape. The front of its long, loose dress had parted, with the angels hands peeling it apart. Beneath, nestled amidst plumes of stone fabric, were two long slender legs, its thighs lightly pressed together, chiselled so that its flesh squeezed against itself. At the crest of its thighs sat its cock; thick and protruding. Insanely detailed and intricate, it was a near identical stone replica of a cock, down to the faint ridges and veins running along its shaft. A foreskin rolled across its tip, prompting Amy's curiosity as she wondered if it could peel that back. If the two of them were to blink, could it flaunt a bulbous mushroom shaped tip, or was it utterly strict in the shape of its anatomy. It was utterly strange how the removal of threat from the sexual situation, made Amy's inherent sexual mind kick in. Had the angels not been so monstrous in their intent, she would have been somewhat curious to explore the variety of sexual avenues a stone statue could provide. Especially looking at the figure beneath the dress. Whilst the dress still merged directly with its flesh, the shapeliness of the angel's legs couldn't be denied. Even by Amy and River. However, those pupil-less eyes were… haunting. Even indented in an expressionless face.
"So… How do we go about this, River?" Amy asked, the two of them shuffling closer, keeping an eye on the angel whenever they could, tentatively getting as close as they were comfortable with. It was a hesitant approach, yet that seemed to be the safest. At any moment, it could lunge forward and their holes were forfeit; a fate they would rather not repeat as they staggered on quivering legs.
"Treat it like an inordinately sized and detailed dildo, I guess? Maybe a blowjob?" River suggested, stepping to the side of the rigid cock and sliding down to her knees. Running a hand along it, she was surprised at its texture. It was like polished marble. Perfectly smooth and unblemished.
"A blowjob on a stone cock? I'd rather keep my teeth," Amy commented, taking the opposite side to River and joining her on her knees. Following the dirty blonde's lead, Amy gave it a touch, glancing up at the angel as if to get a response of pleasure, yet being provided with only a stony glare. For all they knew, their hands were as pleasurable as sandpaper would be to a human.
"We could use our tongues… Lips. Not keen on swallowing it. But… It's a start?" River suggested, leaning in and flicking her tongue across the surface as a test. Didn't really taste of anything. It was very much like licking a marble work-surface. Remarkably unremarkable.
"I suppose that's better than anal," Amy chuckled, remembering the intensity of her anal experience with the angel. She only remembered snippets of it, to the point that she may have actually been delusional and hallucinated it. Yet, it wasn't something she wanted to experience nor repeat.
"Anal can be exceptional with the right cock, sweetie. It can hit a proper sweet spot inside you. Scratches itches that normal sex can't," River smirked, her pussy growing wet at the prospect, the girl beginning to forget the threat they were in and simply enjoying a leisurely sex chat with a friend.
"I'm going to say the fourteen-inch behemoth isn't the right cock," Amy commented, oblivious to the irony of her comment. Glancing beneath the stone shaft, River gave her a smirking glare as she caressed the stony length with her hand, still trying to figure out what to do.
"And I thought you and the Doctor were intimate," River purred, offering Amy a wink. The Doctor was immensely sizable and with the proper preparations, he was the ideal size for a good anal fuck. At least in River's well-trained experience. A somewhat inexperience ass like Amy might struggle to find the merit in such a mammoth length plugging her arsehole. Perhaps that would be a lesson that River could teach the redhead at some point.
"That's different… He's not… Stone," Amy commented, flicking a finger against the length, still unable to get over the firmness of it. Especially given how detailed it was. Aside from the grey colour, it looked as if it would just spring back like a normal cock, yet it perpetually hung in the air, mid flop; as if time had frozen on its rigid cock alone, pinning it in the air and holding it in place.
"The angels grow bored. This is your only warning to that fact," Angel Bob snapped, reminding them of the incredibly present dangers they were In. Snapping out of their happy-go-lucky girlfriend chat, the two ladies gave each other a nod of agreement. All they had to do was make a cock cum. Two experienced, cock-savvy girls like them should have no problem with that they thought; whether the cock was stone or not. And with that in mind, they latched their eyes onto the veiny statuesque length and went to work, accentuating their oral abilities, completely unaware as to their effectiveness, given the less than animated response. It really put into light how the intricate satisfaction of a good blowjob was largely dependent on the physical and audible response from the recipient. Yet, that was a debate and discussion for another day. One when they weren't under threat of being killed and their bodies used as sexual ragdolls; not specifically in that order, to much worry from both girls. Not that either was better.
River was the first to move, lunging forwards and planting a sloppy kiss against the side of the angel's cock, drooling saliva over its smooth surface. Her tongue lapped wildly at the rigid length, lathering a gleaming patch of spittle across its stone surface, all the while instinctively running a hand along the underside of its length, assuming that the friction would apply some modicum of pleasure. Almost slurping as she suckled on its shaft, she dragged her lips along its side, running her tongue back and forth, before opting to simply drench it in as much saliva as possible, and use it a salacious brush, dragging her lips back and forth as her tongue brushed spittle across the smooth stone surface. It wasn't utterly unsatisfying yet lacked the give of a good blowjob. Even a dildo had a degree of softness that made for a satisfying movement along it, yet even the firmest movements along the stone offered up nothing but rigidity. Becoming almost comically wild with her movements, River found there was little room for intricate movements or subtleties in her tongue movements, when there was both no indication of what was pleasurable, and no way to gauge the quivering reaction of the cock. Still, she did what she could, moaning against the rigid length, salivating wildly and working to jerk it across its cock, lathering it liberally as she moaned hungrily, her lips treating it as a glorified ice lolly, suckling and gorging on its stony thickness as best she could. Running along its entire length, she did well to smear it in spittle and saliva, her hand beginning to gleam as she instinctively lathered it out of fear of it being suddenly thrust inside her. Glancing upwards every so often, she was met with the cold unflinching stare of the angel, its eyes still fixed on the opposite wall where the two were previously standing, leaving the two of them in an uncanny and abstract situation where they were sucking a stone cock.
Amy stifled giggles as she watched River launch into a barrage of movements, running her tongue across the cock with passion and intensity. Brushing aside her instinct to laugh, she came to the conclusion that contrast is where pleasure lies. Pleasure can be accentuated by contrasting sensations such as pain. Short of snapping the angel's cock in half, she didn't know how to inflict pain and thus opted for a slow and more intimate oral approach. Planting a soft kiss, she took to sucking on its cock as if she was intimate kissing someone, her tongue nimbly darting forwards and weaving against the side of its shaft, moving as if it was exploring someone's mouth, all the while her lips pushed forwards, plucking themselves away momentarily only to replaced elsewhere with renewed slickness to their touch. Her hands roamed its cock as best as she could, caressing and lovingly massaging its rigid length, hoping the muted and soft approach stood in contrast to River's more rushed and animalistic approach. The fact that their necks remained unsnapped boded well, especially given Angel Bob's previous proclamation pertaining to their warnings. Working each side of the angels' cock, the two of them got into a surprisingly good rhythm, working together to run their tongues along its cock in tandem, their approaches taking some effort to time. As much thought and ability, they put into it, they were still getting the same response, without a single hint as to whether or not they were doing well. Moaning into its stone flesh, their tongues lathered it in spittle, their moans becoming more and more enthusiastic, right up until they became so embroiled in the pleasure of working their lips along such a rigid and impressive cock, that they allowed the moment to lull them into closing their eyes; even if only for moment.
For a split moment, the cock that the two of them were salivating against changed. Their lips suddenly gained purchase, and their tongues fluttered across a surface that felt completely different to that which they had been sucking on prior. It felt… fleshy. Confused, their eyes opened, and they pulled back. Their confusion was perpetuated by the fact that either side of the angel's cock, exactly where their lips had been pressing, were delicate outlines of their puckered lips, indented in the stony surface of the cock's shape. Looking along the cock's length, their eyes met in surprise as they both looked at the head of the angel's cock, seeing that its foreskin had been peeled back revealing a bulbous tip. Breathing heavily, they turned back to the cock in front of them, all before looking upwards. Almost squealing from fright, their eyes stared into the blank face of the angel, its neck hunched and looking downwards at them, ogling their naked bodies as the gorged themselves on its cock. Silently, the two girls, under the looming gaze of the angel's dead eyes, began to work their lips along its hardened cock. The angels had to move somehow whenever they weren't being watched, yet they had both simply assumed they shifted around in a more pliable stone form. They didn't expect that they would become flesh the moment that someone looked away. Did they even retain the grey colour of stone when they weren't being watched. Such questions became far from their minds as they rested their lips back against the places they had been before, noting that they had obviously left their imprints the moment it turned back to stone. Curious, both of them ultimately pushed it from their minds. The intricacies of angel biology were a debate and discussion to be had at another time. Being fucked to death was a fate neither wanted to face; at least under the firm hand on an angel. Working the beast's cock, they slurped and suckled across the veined length, humming softly, still unaware of the angel's satisfaction.
Guiding her lips to the freshly exposed head of the angel's cock, River lapped and licked at what she presumed to be the most sensitive portion of the angel's cock, parting her lips to suckle on it as best as she could, not realising that was a mistake. Once again, their uncoordinated blinks, resulted in a shift. Amy's eyes flew open as her lips went from being half way along the angel's cock to being pressed against its surprisingly large balls. Confused, Amy glanced to her left, only to see and hear River gagging on the angel's cock. It had plunged itself several inches into River's throat, the woman's eyes bulging as she dribbling saliva along her chin and onto her breasts, the substance seemingly flowing without end from her mouth. Clutching at its cock for support, she stretched her jaw as far as she could, not wanting to catch her teeth on its stone length. One moment, the cock had been resting against her lips, the next it had plunged into her throat. There was a brief second where she could have sworn, she felt it pulsating in her throat, spilling a metallic tasting pre-cum into her throat, all before her eyes flew open as it hardened within her throat. Unlike before, this time she felt it. It suddenly smoothed over, becoming a thick plug inside her gullet. When it was flesh, it acted in unison with her throat, the two of them shifting and adjusting to accommodate one another, yet the moment it became stone, it sat rigid and unflinching, simply blocking her airpipe instead of acting as a throbbing cock. It was utterly bizarre to say the least. Spluttering wildly, her muffled words were lost on Amy who stared gormlessly at the cock-stuffed blonde, the bustier woman helplessly mumbling, "Bwink… Bwink pweaaase…"
Immediately picking up on the intention, Amy clamped her eyes shut, deciding that it would be best to simply keeping them closed until River wanted her to open them. That way, River was in control of the situation without having to worry about an extra pair of eyes. Closing her eyes herself, River felt the cock suddenly shift deeper into her throat, pumping into her gullet in a single thrust. She was given a momentary instance of oral bliss. She relished that moment when the cock was flesh, pulsating in her throat, her lips connected to the throbbing flesh of a thick slab of man-meat. Yet, when she opened her eyes out of shock, she once again found herself in the spluttering hell of having a stone cock perfectly fitted to her throat, sitting obstinately in her gullet. Seeing Amy's eyes closed, she closed her own, feeling the angel pulling backwards. Launching into a swift barrage of thrusts, pounding her throat at the speed of light, the sounds of River's struggle became akin to vibrations, shuddering from her lips as her throat threatened to tear in two. As fast as the angel was moving, it became clear that there were times it slowed down. Much like men, they were prone to doing swift bursts of speed and passion, only to mellow out into a tender and intimate pace. Only, with an angel, it swapped from blistering speed to slightly less blistering speed. However, River was able to actually comprehend the second speed, whilst the first felt as if the angel's cock was simply violently shuddering in her throat, fucking her gullet at such a speed that it seemed to never actually leave her mouth. Waiting for moment, she managed to time it perfectly, waiting for the angel to pull backwards far enough that its tip was all the remained in her mouth. Opening her eyes, she froze it in place. Wincing, she managed to stretch her lips enough to pry herself out of the angel's grasp, leaving a River sized space between the angel's hand and the tip of its cock.
"Open your eyes, Amy… I'm free," River breathed, slumping backwards as she fought to catch her breath. Her chin and breasts were drenched in saliva, strands of spittle dangling from the tips of her nipples as she propped herself up against the wall, "That was… an experience…"
"I thought they agreed to not do that to us," Amy questioned, shuffling backwards slightly as she tried to put some distance between her and the angel. Looking over at River, the redhead couldn't help but feel a quiver of excitement in looking at the utter sloppy mess of a woman she had become. Gleaming with spittle and saliva, her wild hair even wilder. It was erotic to say the least. And had they been in different circumstances, Amy would have openly ravaged her as a result of the sticky state she was in.
"I'll be honest… I think that was the angel going easy… Didn't feel nearly as hard or fast as before… But… I don't think the angels have a concept of slow. It's just light speed, slightly lower than lightspeed, and even slightly lower than that. All of it is obscene to us," River breathed, her scientific mind kicking as she tried to process just what happened. She was thankful that the angel decide to thrust into her throat as opposed to dragging her throat back and forth as she would have undoubtedly had her brains scrambled in the process.
"You've pleased the angels. You may move to the next room," Angel Bob suddenly announced, the doorway behind the angel sliding open, giving them the space, they need to get passed. Why the angels had suddenly decided to do that was a mystery to Amy as she noticed a glaring issue.
"But we didn't make it cum? Wait, do angel's cum?" Amy asked, rising to her feet as River quickly made her way through the doorway, searching the next room in order to make sure they weren't walking into a nest of more angels. Shifting steadily after her, Amy once again returned to the topic angel biology, only to get urged onwards.
"No idea, but let's just move. Don't question it," River breathed, grabbing Amy by the arm and pulling her into the next room. The door slid shut behind them, giving the two of them a chance to recover. With no angels to keep an eye on, the two of them took comfort in their ability to blink freely; a strange thing to hold in such regard.
The room, however, left them more confused them ever. Amy more so than River. It was a large space, with the four corners of the room being comprised of large mattresses, adorned with silk sheets and velvet pillows. The beds spread across the majority of the room, with small pathways forming a cross through the centre. At the centre of the room was a large rack, sporting a variety of intricate sex-toys, of immensely varying sizes. River knew exactly what this room was. It was one of the sex rooms that had been prepared as part of the Byzantium party; one that was used by lesbians and anally inclined men. She had spent quite a while in rooms like these, watching the truly perverse engage in all manner of toy-based delights. She had seen men and women stretch in ways that she would have initially thought utterly obscene, yet having explored that aspect of herself, would now consider amateur. There were pretty standard shaped toys, all with incrementally increasing sizes, yet the more interesting ones were those that were fashioned in the shapes of alien anatomy. Amy was frankly astounded at the varieties. She had met several aliens, yet when it came to imagining what was in their pants, she had been rather plain. Perhaps some would have different colours, but surely they would all be in the same shape as humans. Well, Amy had hundreds of examples disproving her thesis, all in excruciating detail.
"What the hell is all this?" Amy asked, watching River immediately walk for the rack of sex toys, her intrigue leading her to peruse the more eclectically shaped ones, running her fingers along the ridges and veins of several alien cocks, ignoring Amy's question.
"The angels find your bodies pleasing. We ask you to perform for us. Failure to entertain will result in death," Angel Bob explained, in an incredibly succinct manner. The implication was clear, yet Amy was still trying to make sense of the wildly shaped cocks that they had been presented with. River, meanwhile, bowed her head and almost immediately conceded. She could hardly complain when her previous trial had resulted in her throat getting fucked at an obscenely blistering pace.
"Perform?" Amy asked rather dumbly, eliciting a chuckle from River as the blonde flashed her an disappointed look. In truth, River didn't know how long Amy had been travelling with the Doctor, but she expected a more sexually experienced woman given the wealth of options for sex in the entire universe. The redhead had made a strong impression, yet perhaps River had more to teach her than she first anticipated. Or perhaps the situation wasn't really lending itself to accentuating her abilities.
"Come on Amy. You travel with the Doctor. You know what they mean," River smirked, grabbing a couple of toys from the rack and weighing them in her hand. There was nothing quite as exceptional as a good weighty cock. Turning to Amy, she smirked, displaying her choice of cocks, "What's your poison? Raktar? Moorill? Slitheen? Or you just a typical human kinda girl?"
"They want us to use these? And what? Just play with ourselves," she asked, baffled that the angels didn't want a hands on experience. It was strange. They couldn't see any cameras in the room, but the lingering suggestion of being watched was quite unnerving for her.
"Ourselves. Each other. I think they just want us to do whatever," River smiled, playfully squeezing Amy's arse as she made way over to one of the beds. Dropping her collection of cocks, she grabbed a bottle of lube and began to position several pillows and sheets, creating the perfect place for her to nestle her body and position herself so as to highlight her pleasure. This wasn't her first rodeo.
"You're taking to this a lot easier than I thought you would," Amy commented, watching River go about this as if It was a regular Friday night. All she was missing was a bottle of wine and her favourite porno. It was quite titillating to watch. Yet no matter how much Amy wanted to simply relish the raw sexuality coming from that woman, the shivering reminder of their voyeurs kept her on her toes.
"Amy, we just had to blow an angel. I think being given an opportunity to shove some plastic toys inside of ourselves is not only a godsend, but a good change of pace," River smirked, walking over to Amy and drawing the redhead's gaze towards her. Running a thumb along Amy's lower lip, she lightly tapped her cheek before grabbing one last toy from the rack, composing her perfect composition before dropping onto the bed.
"I just… Being watched feels weird," Amy sighed. Some people got off on that. The thrill of being caught. She could never understand people who went dogging or walked around outside naked. Despite her house being next to a prime local spot. It was a little further into the woods, but on occasion she could see a couple people doing there thing. They were hardly the most appealing to watch, so Amy was quick to turn away, a little perturbed about her house being perfectly positioned to indulge in such pleasures.
"Oh sweetie, being watched is nothing but exciting. It means that you're worth being watched. And that… That can make a girl very horny…" River purred, slumping down onto the bed and getting into position. She had a fluffy pillow positioned beneath her lower back, pushing her crotch up into the air. The overhang or her arse over the pillow gave her access to her arse without having to shift herself onto her shoulders. Resting her head against a pillow, she let out a soft moan, her hands beginning with her breasts, softly massaging their sizable mass, squeezing her nipples and smearing her body with saliva. It didn't take long at all to coat her hands in saliva, making her palms slick and ready for more. A quick dip down to her folds indicated that she was more than ready, with her pussy dripping with arousal. Reaching to her right, she grabbed one of the toys she had brought. A modest nine incher. It wasn't particularly exceptional in size, yet it was covered in ribbed bumps of plastic that provided a delightful amount of pleasure. The tip was thin and curved downwards to a point. As if a human cock had been drawn to a more tapered point with a downward curve. It was perfectly for scratching deep inside of you, curling to those hard to reach spots and satiating the deep desires that a woman could have. Or at least, that's what River remembered reading on the packaging when she bought her own version of it.
"Which would you recommend?" Amy asked, watching River for a moment before turning towards the variety of dildos. Her initial instinct was the grab something that she was comfortable with, yet she was also being presented with a whole manner of interesting possibilities. There were hundreds of unique and utterly strange alien dildos. Ones that were massive and would outsize a horse. Others that had such strange shapes that she was certain if she tried to use them, she'd have to have it surgically removed. It was a proverbial candy-shop scenario, except, she didn't know what any of the candies were and which ones would do serious damage to her is she ate them. Looking back at River, she had to snap the blonde out of her haze in order to get her attention. Surprised at how easily River could just click into sex mode, Amy watched her get out of her prepared position and return to the rack.
"Erm… Have you ever had sex with someone who isn't human? No?" River asked, watched Amy shake her head. Running her hands along the rack, River plucked a silver cock from its place, handing it to Amy. It was a nice ten inches with several straight ridges running along the sides. The tip bulged rather wide and tapered into a complete spherical tip, "I'd say a Cyberseries-19D. These were recovered from a Cyber planet whose sexual inhibitors malfunctioned. Whole bunch of Cybermen walking around wanting to fuck one another. One of them developed a Cyber-Cock and well… They became some of the most sought-after collector's items in the universe. Course, most people want them with the Cyberman attached. Kinky sex collectors are very… interesting people.
"What is a Cyberman?" Amy asked, watching River laugh. That was all River needed to know just how experienced Amy was as companion of the Doctor. Encountering the Cybermen was step one in the companion check-list. As Amy held the toy in her hands, she was surprised how similar it was to the attachments that were made to the Dalek. Thinking that that may have counted as an alien sex encounter, Amy brushed it aside. It didn't matter.
"Oh, you really have so much to learn. Just take it and put it inside of you. Give these horny statues a show," River grinned, pulling Amy's lips towards hers, drawing the redhead into a deep intimate kiss. Amy could feel River's saliva rubbing against her chin as their snogged, that kiss managing to distract her long enough from the scenario that she felt a small amount of arousal kindling between her legs. Alien sex toys? Sounded like a fun idea, she thought. Melting into River's arms, Amy allowed herself to be brought towards the bed, her salacious haze being broken as River dropped downwards, pulling their lips apart as she returned eagerly to her pillowed set-up. Despite her haze being shattered, Amy still felt an intense throb between her thighs, her pussy hungry for pleasure; desperate to feel the carnal sexual satisfaction that this toy could bring about. Her decision was ultimately cemented as River grabbed a pillow and positioned it next o her head, gesturing for the redhead to recline beside her, their lips in range of one another as they played with themselves.
Doing just that, Amy lay beside the dirty blonde, her body not nearly as elevated as River's, yet in a suitable position for her more simplistic pleasure. Watching as River brought her toy back, she slipped it between her plump, pillowy breasts, angling her neck so that she could suckle on its strange shaped head. Pumping the two between her saliva slicken tits, she salivated hungrily over it, bringing it to a glossy and lubed shimmer. As soon as it was sufficiently slickened, she lowered it downwards, resting the tapered tip against her asshole. Intrigued as to the woman's anal abilities, Amy crooned her head to watch the blonde's asshole almost instinctively open at the slightest indication of something entering her. The swiftness with which the toy was able to ease inside of her was amazing. It wasn't massive, but it was enough that Amy winced somewhat. It would have taken her the best part of an afternoon to work it inside her arse comfortably, yet the only thing impeding River from thrusting the toy inside of herself quicker was the position of her body. Inch by inch, the rigid, bulbous cock seated itself inside of her, the ribbed bumps of the toy angling against her sweet spots. Twisting it back and forth, River worked it through her hole a few times, always relishing the way this particular cock felt. It was better when it was the real thing, but plastic was enough to give her the suggestion of the actual intensity. The base of the toy bulged slightly, stretching her ass even further, before shrinking suddenly, giving Amy pause. Was… was that actually considered a butt-plug? Butt-plugs were small objects, not full-sized cocks. She had tested a plug out once and it almost destroyed her ability to stand whenever she walked. Yet, it seemed as if the monster lodged in River's ass was a common place butt-plug that she could wear in secret as she sauntered around during her day.
The next cock was the interesting one. It had a central shaft of a round ten inches long, yet there were thinner tendrils that protruded from the base, angling upwards. They curved inwards and then reconnected just below the tip. It created an almost loose plastic cage around the central cock. The thin arches were immensely pliable and Amy watched as River brought the toy down to her pussy and traced the tip along her folds. Easing it slowly inside, the tightness of her pussy flattened the curved arches against the central shaft, creating what were essentially pliable ridges of plastic along the cock. Confused as to the purpose of the strange cock, Amy quickly notice. There were three or four inches of the central shaft that extended beyond the base, creating somewhat of a handle. Expecting that to slide inside of River as well, Amy was confused as the blonde stopped those inches just shy of the tight haven of her pussy. Flicking a switch on the base, she let out a deep growl of pleasure. The toy didn't vibrate, yet River writhed in utter bliss as if she was feeling the most intense pleasure imaginable. In truth, the pliable strands had begun to firm up, slowly bulging back outwards and once again forming the cage around the central shaft, spreading her pussy further and further. From the outside, all of this was lost as her folds neatly pursed around the base. But her insides were steadily becoming a cavernous space, stretched and gaped by the inflating plastic parts.
River had grabbed a bunch of smaller toys that she went about placing. The first were two thin strips of vibrating plastic which she nestled inside the lips of her pussy, followed by a small ring of plastic that clasped around her clit, slowly shrinking when applied to the heat of cunt. It was a gradual process that ultimately applied pressure to her sensitive bead. Two more of those rings were tightened around her nipples, before tiny plastic cages were placed over her bulging nipples. Suddenly beginning to vibrate, the cages flooded her body with even more pleasure. Grabbing a sheet of plastic, she peeled what looked like stickers from them and ran them around the curve of her breasts. Pressing one side of them, they began to glow a pale blue and caused goosebumps to erupt around the stretches of sticker, the technology applying a cold chill to her sensitive flesh. By the time that River had finished adorning herself, she looked like an android, covered in different pieces of plastic and swathes of sticker-tech, her body shuddering and vibrating a result of everything that was flooding her body. If this was what casual masturbation was in the future, Amy was perversely curious. Yet, she couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman would need to go to such lengths to simply play with herself. The sexual extremes that she must have gone to in her life that rendered her unable to get an orgasm from a cheeky finger, and instead rely on such extravagant displays of sex-technology made Amy immensely interested. Becoming so consumed by the pleasure she was feeling, River had almost completely ignored Amy, instead sinking into her pillows, allowing the pleasure to render her near immobile. There was of course one last addition that she needed before simply allowing her body to teem with immense pleasure.
The last toy that remained to be placed was a small five-inch piece of black plastic, attached a small harness. Sliding the cock into her mouth, she used the harness to fix it in place, keeping it buried in her throat; a perverse version of a face-mask. The moment it was in place, it began to swell and grow, extending further down her gullet, stretching her throat and putting her through her oral paces. Gagging slightly, she swallowed it dutifully, letting it grow to the perfect size, sitting comfortably in her throat, but lacking the utter rigid obstinance of the angel's cock. Reclining into the pillows, she flicked a switch on the side of the face-mask, causing the toy to begin lightly pumping into her throat, shrinking by a couple inches, only to then grow once more, mimicking the steady rhythmic thrusting movements of a good, intense face-fuck. Moaning hungrily around the engorged cock, River slumped backwards, her body being wildly molested by the arrangement of toys she had placed inside and on herself. Vibrations, sloppy smacking sounds, and the gargled moans of immense pleasure all filled the room as Amy looked on in utter shock and perverse curiosity. River's cunt was dripping wet, with arousal beading and rolling down to her ass and ass cheeks, giving her round juicy arse a glimmering gleam, making her even more appealing to the eye. She was seemingly coated in saliva and arousal, with a slow build of sweat beginning to cover the areas unaffected by the other two, giving her body a salacious glistening glow. Amy found herself so taken by the sight that she couldn't help but salivate, wondering how it felt to have her body used in such a way. To have every single satisfaction that could possibly be derived from a sexual experience all flooding her body at once, targeting every last inch of her flesh with precise pleasures, all tailored to accentuate the most blissful experience… it sounded absurd, yet looked amazing in practice. Especially when done to River, who simply exuded an air of raw sexuality with whatever she did; a fact that was made all the more enjoyable when she was in an extreme sexual situation herself. Growing wetter by the second, Amy found herself desperate to feel pleasure herself, not wanting to simply bask in the glorious sight in front of her.
Laying back, Amy tried to distract herself from the intense mechanical and sloppy fuck sounds coming from beside her. Holding the metal cyber-cock in her hands, she lowered it down to her folds, running it slowly along her slit. The light cool sensation of the metallic member brushing across her pussy was quite enjoyable and made even more so when she brought it to her clit, letting the sensitive bead tingle in response to the light, toying pleasures. Teasing herself was all well and good, but when it came down to it, she needed some proper, carnal satisfaction. She had been constantly held on the very fringes of an orgasm, so it was completely necessary for her to submit to a good fuck. Wishing she had the Doctor to hand for a proper meaty shaft, she resorted to the modest cyber-cock, thinking it would make for a slow and tender masturbation session. It didn't even rival her favourite dildo back home, but she was hopeful that the newness of the material and strange ridges would allow for a unique and pleasuring experience. And if she did find herself lacking in the raw pleasure she desired, she had a wealth of toys that could assist in the matter and the supple eye-candy of the buxom dirty-blonde slut next to her. Even a simple glance over at the woman as she writhed in such arousing ways was enough to get Amy's clit tingling. Turning away, Amy resolved to not allow herself to get further distracted by the delicious sight of her pleasure-companion and instead focus wholeheartedly on what she was doing. Bringing the two down to her entrance, she angled the tip towards her hole and took a deep breath, one hand laying on her breasts in anticipation.
Slowly, she eased the dildo inside her, revelling in the rigid metal as it caressed her inner cunt. However, the moment it breached her pussy, the tip of the cock entering her, it lunged out of her grasp. Before she could do anything, the toy completely sheathed itself inside of her, sinking itself right up to the hilt. Gasping loudly, Amy let out a deep moan of pleasure as the satisfaction of being filled with cock suddenly overwhelmed her. Taken aback by the suddenness, Amy grabbed the toy by the base, steadily pulling it out of herself, only to be resorted to fighting with the arousal slickened cock as it desperately sought to remain plunged inside of her. Beginning to panic somewhat, she managed to pull it all the way back her entrance, with only the tip remaining inside of her. Yet, that remained just enough for the cock to think on its own, resulting in another resounding smack of colliding wet flesh as it sank back inside of her. Amy couldn't deny that I was a pleasurable experience wrestling with that thick lump of metal. Drawing it back towards her entrance, only to have it slam back inside was utterly heavenly, yet the lack of complete control over the toy gave her cause to worry. Being submitted to a piece of metal's complete and utter control, rutted into and fucked without any means to stop it, was something she wasn't keen on experience. Regardless, it seemed content to simply sit inside her, akin to a butt-plug. It just rested inside her pussy, brushing against her inner sensitive areas whilst she tried to pluck it out of her inside. Flopping back against the bed, she sighed, glancing back at River, expecting her to make some wry comment about the actual technology behind the toy, yet River was getting to the point where her eyes were softly rolling around their sockets, hazy and unfocused on anything that wasn't pertaining to her pleasurable experience in and of that moment. Distracted by River once again, Amy inadvertently pressed one of the buttons along the cock's length as she struggled to pull it out of herself, suddenly and unexpectantly setting toy going, proving that this dildo wasn't most definitely not designed to be used a butt-plug, or in anyway remotely akin to a butt-plug. It was very much there to fuck her into heavenly bliss.
As she pressed the button, the dildo suddenly became active. Whirring and spinning inside of her, it forced her back to arch as it spun into position. Pulling slightly backwards, it drew a couple inches out of her pussy before stopping. Watching in shock and awe, the base of the dildo split apart into small arms which extended and pressed into her skin, lightly pinching her flesh as the tendrils clutched against her body. With the means to support itself, the dildo began to pump into her pussy, the arms stabilising and ensuring it remained lodged inside her. The slight biting pain of the metal clutching into her skin was completely alleviated by the rhythm and movements of the toy as she thundered into her, pumping and pounding her tight pussy with mechanical whirrs. It build a steady and powerful rhythm before becoming a sexually-motivated drill, twisting and spinning as it drove into her body. Her first meek attempts to detach the toy failed as she flopped backwards, the pleasure growing infinitely more intense as she writhed helplessly beneath its ministrations, the toy burrowing into her pussy relentlessly. She couldn't deny that it was pleasurable, given the fact that as it began to shudder and vibrate within her, she felt an orgasm speeding through her body, twitching and pulsating through her body. Writhing around, she thrust her crotch up into the dildo, twitching as the intense pleasure found purchase in her supple, helpless body. Clutching at the bed sheets around her, she had no option other than to submit to the pleasure and hope that her orgasm would cause it to subside. Perhaps when she came, the toy would take that as an indicator that it had done its job and was no longer needed. How wrong she was.
The first of what promised to be many orgasms rippled through her body, kindling a light sweat of her slim and slender figure. Her pussy spasmed and clenched tightening around the toy. Yet, despite her cunt tightening to an extent that it would hinder anyone-else's attempts to drive themselves inside, the toy remained powerful enough to maintain its pace, pumping into her spasming cunt, intensifying an already intense pleasure and bathing her in purest form of bliss. Unbeknownst to her, the muscle's clenching in her pussy pressed another button into action, prompting the toy to stop its thrusting and pull itself steadily backwards. Assuming that it was over, Amy watched as it pulled back further than before. A small ring in the dildo pulled out of place and a thin layer of grey plastic folded out. To her surprise and shock, the plastic laid over the entirety of her pussy, covering every fold and crease of her cunt. Suddenly, the plastic pressed tightly against her pussy, seeping into every crevice and overlaying every single area of her pussy. It was similar to a vacuum pack, with the plastic becoming a skin-tight layer over the entirety of the intricate outline of pussy. Her folds, lips, labia and clit were all enveloped in this tight new layer, trapping the intense warmth of her cunt within. The only part the remained untouched was her entrance, which was clear to allow the cock to continue hammering into her. Confused as to what was happening, Amy steadily began to worry that she was going to end up in some wild mechanical contraption akin to the set-up that River was in, yet she didn't have time enough to worry about that as the toy lunged into action once more, flooding her with the pure intensity of cyber-pleasure.
As the dildo sped into a faster speed, drilling into her pussy with newfound tenacity, the plastic layer that had enveloped her pussy began to vibrate and shudder. It started softly, yet that was enough to utterly destroy Amy's body. Even the slightest vibration, when pressed against every single area of her pussy -whether it was exceptionally sensitive or not sensitive at all- made for an utterly orgasmic experience. And it was starting to shudder with increased intensity. Humming softly as her body became a hive of intense pleasure, Amy contorted back and forth, her arousal flooding between her legs and drenching her ass cheeks and bed sheets below. What few moans she could actually push out to fruition were deep and hoarse, whilst the rest were perpetually trapped in her throat, unable to muster the strength make the necessary sounds. As the vibrations became more and more intense, she clutched to the bed for support, the shuddering metallic whirr drawing River's attention for a moment, the blonde grinning with a cock-stuffed mouth, her cheeks gleaming with saliva as she submitted to her own delights. The cyber-cock was good for first-timers. It was all inclusive. Yet as you became better versed with your body and more in tune with your anatomy, it became more pleasurable to handpick toys as opposed to relying on something like the cyber-cock. River still remembered her first fond memories of using her cyber-cock. Every aspect of pleasure that could possibly be tapped into was absolutely milked for all it was worth. And seeing the looks of pleasure on Amy's face and the fact that the dildo hadn't even reach its full potential, gave River a twang of excitement. She wanted to see how the redhead reacted to the next portions of the toy.
Cumming once again, Amy's pussy tightened around the toy, once again activating another function. Breathing heavily, Amy took comfort in the fact that the toy had stopped pumping into her at blistering speeds and fought to catch her breath. Pulling back even further, the toy revealed two small pin-prick holes in the side of shaft. Confused, Amy watched as two thin plastic wires slipped out of the holes and began to worm their way along her body. As they ran across her skin, they began to melt, clutching tightly against her skin in the same way that the plastic on her pussy had. The strips made their way along her body and up to her breasts at which point they began to spiral. Winding their way around each of her breasts, they created a spiralled plastic strip that capped off at her nipple. Looking down, Amy tried to peel away a portion of the plastic and found it incredibly easy to do so. Thrilled that this wouldn't be a pain to get rid of, Amy's body was yet against silenced as those plastic strips began to vibrate, sending shivers of pleasure through the entirety of her breasts. It was a slow and mellow pleasure, but one that when added onto the two others -which had grown in intensity once more- made for an amazingly pleasurable experience. Yet, it was the subtle electric shocks that zapped against her nipples that were most interesting. It wasn't painful, but was rather a mild static shock, that carved through the intense pleasure, giving her a moment where her mind didn't focus on that pleasure, only to bring the pleasure crashing back a second later, amplifying the pure intensity of it. The bed beneath her was soaked through and her thighs were glistening and dripping with arousal, yet she still had things left to discover about the cyber-cock.
A third orgasm blistered through her body, igniting every one of her senses in a moment of pure sexual bliss. Thankful that she had been pushed past the first orgasm and towards another two, Amy found her limit. That was the moment that she wished it would end and she could relax a little, however, there was one last trick that the toy had. Her orgasm triggered a final button, causing the toy to stop moving and pull back. Sliding even further out of her, a small hatch in the side of the toy folded away and a bulbous bulb of metal extended out, attached to a metallic arm. It was very obvious what the new addition was designed to do, yet Amy couldn't muster the energy or ability to stop the toy from extending down the length of her pussy and towards her arousal glistened asshole. With the arm sliding along the cock and being attached at the base, the dildo was able to resume its wildly intense pounding her pussy, with other additions to her folds and nipples kicking into action once again. She was silently thankful for such overwhelming pleasure because as much as she was able to take things in her ass, it was always easier with a steady supply of additional pleasure to help it along. Though, she suspected the toy was a little overboard in that regard. Biting her lip, she felt the pressure beginning to grow at her asshole, the toy nestling itself against her puckered entrance, making good use of her dripping arousal. Rocking back and forth, the sensors on the toy's bulbous head tested the pliability of her hole, calculating the optimal method and speed, before easing itself inside of her. Giving away almost immediately due to the overwhelming pleasure in her body, Amy's ass enveloped the small butt-plug, her hole puckering around the handle of the toy, ensuring that every last facet of her anatomy was completely and utterly submerged in sexual pleasure. Or at least every conventional area. River would undoubtedly argue that the female body as a plethora of areas not typically targeted in sex that can be just as bountiful for pleasurable bliss, provided you have a modicum of experience and a talented enough tongue; both of which the dirty-blonde woman had in spades.
Being utterly enveloped in pleasure was a completely new experience. Amy was now testing the waters that River was bathing in at that very moment and found them to be a sweet delight to say the least. It was hardly masturbation anymore. It was an intense sexual experience. The dildo wasn't a dildo, but rather an active and engaging sex partner that was keen to make her cum. Its functionality and the sheer range of things it was doing to her body were making it more attentive than some of her ex-boyfriends. Moaning loudly, Amy relented to the overwhelming pleasure. Where she was once hesitant to submit and fought vehemently against it, it had now clouded every sense and measure of judgement she had, reducing her to a quivering mess of orgasm after orgasm, her body sensitive and tender to the touch. Breathing heavily, she felt her fourth and final orgasm nearing every closer, her body beginning to ache as a result of the pleasure. It was a strange thing to feel so good that it actually began to hurt in places. The experience of simply being able to lay back and allow pleasure to do its thing was immensely satisfying as well. She could very much get used to the notion of having to do nothing more than laying down in bed and getting such intense pleasure delivered with such ease. Her body began to gleam and glisten with sweat, the rest of her figure catching the same shimmer as her thighs and ass. Her holes clutched and clung to each of the toys inside of her, pulling them deeper and encouraging them to pump faster and harder. The plug simply rocked back and forth, lightly stretching her, but in a way that encouraged flashes of pleasure to spike through the intensity of the delights her pussy was experiencing.
It didn't take long at all for a final orgasm to claim her body, with Amy spasming wildly as it rushed through her, filling her with the warm satisfaction of unrelenting pleasure. Her moans faltered as she failed to breathe for a moment, her mind and body equally exhausted. It felt as if her body had been utterly drained, and as the sublime pleasure of the moment subsided, her orgasm fading, finally, the toy ceased its movement. It didn't detach itself, but stopped it incessant and unending movements, allowing Amy to collapse and fight to catch her breath. Glancing over at River, she saw the blonde was very much in a similar position, her eyes rolling backwards as the toys plunged harder and faster into her. The peaking moans of the woman indicated she reached her own end point. Undoubtedly, she would have cum countless times by now, but even she had a limit as to the levels of intensity her body could maintain. Finally, the cock blistering into her body, contorting and shaking within her, stretching her pussy, arse and throat, vibrating and shuddering against her sensitive breasts; finally they all culminated in a final, sensational orgasm. A squeal of utter delight escaped River's cock stuffed lips as she arched her back and finally flopped back against the bed, revealing the massive wet patch of arousal that had coated the bed beneath her. Despite having cum, River seemed to make no attempt to remove the various bits and pieces that were attached to her body, seemingly encouraging them to continue their work as she caught her breath. Confused, Amy decided not to take River's tutelage in this regard and grabbed the preciously intricate dildo that had attached itself. Wincing in anticipation of it hurting to remove the toy, Amy was pleasantly surprised as it effortlessly peeled away, the small claws pinching her skin immediately retracting with the slightest movement. Everything else was easily removed from her body with the plastic layers and strands peeling away as easily as baking paper. Plucking the bulb from her asshole, she held the mechanical spider-like contraption in the air and suddenly gasped as it shuddered into life once again. Instead of lunging at her, it instead dropped from her hand and retracted everything, with all the bits and pieces slipping back inside the central metal shaft, leaving the dildo ready for subsequent uses.
Leaving it where It was, Amy didn't dare touch it and instead turned to River who had finally pulled the dildo out of her throat, tossing it to the side with a heavy sigh and chirp. She was remarkably… invigorated for a woman who had been completely demolished by a variety of cocks. She was acting as if it had served to refresh her. Peeling away the pleasure-stickers and slowly removing the cocks from her pussy and ass, River rolled to the side and rose to her feet, walking away from Amy as if all this was utterly normal. Grabbing a towel for herself, River began to dry off, focusing on wiping the arousal from her round, fat, juicy arse. Startled by the nonchalance with which River was acting, Amy scrambled after her, a little baffled.
"We're not going to talk about that? We're just going to walk out of the room like it never happened?" Amy breathed, not really thinking as she blurted her words out. In truth, she was frazzled by the pure intensity of the pleasure and thought that such a mind-boggling experience couldn't, or shouldn't, be written off as so normal.
"What ever do you mean sweetie?" River asked, handing Amy a towel so that she could deal with her equally glistening body. The two of them were talking like a couple ladies who had just finished a yoga session together, casually chatting away in the locker room. It felt weird to say the least.
"I mean… that was intense. And we were right there together. And…" Amy breathed, uncertain as to what point she was trying to make. She had felt more pleasure in that moment that ever before in her life. And… I meant nothing. It was with a piece of metal. It was as if she was trying to cling to the only other person there for some emotional meaning. That that pleasure had furthered her relationship with her or something. As opposed to simply being a selfish indulgence in a mechanical delight.
"And what? We fucked ourselves with dildos. Sometimes that's enough. Not every sexual interaction has to have meaning. Besides, you were In a world of your own," River commented with a wink, walking over to a nearby mirror and checking her face in it. Her make-up was a little smeared, her lip-stick smudged, but there was very little she could do with nothing to perform touch-ups with.
"Yeah, about that. You thought that thing was for beginners?" Amy asked, baffled that such an intricate and overwhelming sex toy could be considered a starting spot for someone. It was more complex and pleasurable than any dildo manufactured on Earth during Amy's time.
"It's what I started with when I was a teenager," River revealed, fondly remembering getting her very first dildo. Of course, it was a fake cyberseries, creating to cash in on the collector craze, but it was an immensely satisfying thing to revel in. Of course, she didn't get hers in her teenage years. But, Amy inadvertently knew the intricacies of River's teenage years.
"Really? Because my first one was a five inch…" Amy began, watching River's head snap around in shock. The notion that people would even create five-inch dildos was abhorrent. What was the point? You're replicating a cock for your own personal fantasy and you decide that five inches is the ideal size. Pathetic.
"Five inch! Unless its Fifteen inches wide then you had a very boring adolescence," River smirked, not revealing to much. She new very well that Amy had a rather exciting teenage life. River had seen to it that it was a thrill from beginning to end.
"The angels are pleased with your performance and have prepared a reward for your efforts," Angel Bob called through the speaker-phone, interrupting their conversation with his droning voice. Before Amy could continue their discussion of ample beginners' dildos, River curled a salacious smirk across her lips; one that immediately brought Amy under her sexual spell. River simply had a way about her that encouraged submission into carnal desires. A certain air of promiscuity that suggested she was a prime opportunity to experience the realms of pleasure in their complete and utter entirety.
"Seems we make quite the pair of eye-candy," River grinned, making her way over to the door. Stopping just shy of it, she extended an arm, hinting for Amy to lock her own in so that they could traverse ahead together. That smirk curled once again across her lips as she purred, "Shall we?"
There was no way that Amy was able to resist that and immediately hooked her arm into River's, the two of them making their way to the door, revelling in their nudity. As they made their way into the next room, their promiscuous enthusiasm melted away almost instantly. The entire room was filled with angels. At least fifty across the entire open space. Frozen in place, the two of them were given a stark reminder that they weren't simply having fun as two women; they were in fact prisoners at the mercy of the angels. Breathing heavily, the both kept their eyes on each side of the room, yet there were too many of them. They weren't able to keep an eye on every single one. The door behind them slid shut and they found themselves trapped in a room of angels. Every time they failed to keep their eyes on one, that one that evaded their gaze changed position. It was always the same position. Panicking, they were forced to blink, and every single angel erupted into their new position: skirt spread apart and heavy, stone cocks exposed. Fifty of them. All waiting. All throbbing in their statuesque state. Gulping, both Amy and River knew that there was nothing to be done. There was no way to stop fifty angels from having their way with them.
"The angels have been so pleased with your performance, that they find themselves consumed by overwhelming lust and desire for your supple human forms. As such, they have rescinded their previous promise of safety," Angel Bob spoke, his words coming from right in front of them, the empty eyes of the angel leader staring them down, his own veiny cock ready to pierce their tight, supple bodies. Quivers of pain flashed through their bodies as they remembered the agony that they were in after catacombs. And that was only a handful of angels. Clasping their hands together, Amy and River braced for the inevitable.
The two of them had however failed to anticipate or account for a very simple fact. They were not alone on the Byzantium. The doors at the far end of the room suddenly burst open, the tall chin of a man they knew as the Doctor sprinting in, his clothes tattered and almost shredded, clinging to his body in a precarious attempt to maintain his modesty. Several soldiers filtered in after him, taking positions around the room, their clothing equally torn. Breathing a sigh of immense relief, Amy and River had to fight in order to not simply collapse then and there.
"Keep your eyes on them clerics. You are not to blink until the girls are clear of this room," the Bishop ordered, moving with the Doctor amidst the angels. Moving to meet them, both River and Amy did everything they could to avoid touching the angels, knowing full well that their lust had undoubtedly turned to fury. Collapsing against the Doctor, Amy was surprised he wasn't blushing as a result of her nudity but was glad to feel his arms around her again. Slowly, the four of them retreated back to the doorway, ducking out and into the relative safety of the corridor. One by one the clerics moved out the room, locking the door behind them, but keeping their positions, guns focussed on the doorway. Clasping the Doctor on the shoulder, the bishop reminded him, "We can't stay here Doctor."
"Right… Right… Help me with Amy will you," the Doctor breathed, hooking the redhead's arm over his shoulder, supporting her limp body as exhaustion began to creep back up on her. River was swift to offer her support, the group advancing hurriedly down the corridor, eager to get clear of known angel hotspots. Looking past Amy to River, the Doctor asked, "What happened to you?"
Even after all that she and Amy had been through, she couldn't help but smirk. She could blow the Doctor's mind by telling her the truth. Hell, she could have blown his mind simply by describing the variety of dildos the room had on offer. Yet, in her sultry and coquettish voice she purred, "Spoilers…"
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that. Its not my favourite chapter but I think its quite fun. Could have been a little more focussed, but hey ho; smut it smut! That is the last of the angels, with the next chapter being a typical encounter between Amy, River and the Doctor. Not sure when I'll get around to writing that but look forward to it.
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