Author's Notes: Been a while Clamy-ers so I thought I'd drop you some quick content this morning. More police Amy and Clara in bondage, what more could you ask for? ;) For more Amy, check out my newish fic Amy's Bedroom, and cast your vote quickly for the final chapter. I'll be finishing that this week hopefully. Then my attention will be on producing a ton more Clamy for here, because I love them and I've left it for ages so let me know in reviews the kind of thing you want to see. I have like 6 ones about this length planned so do keep an eye out for more soon!
Clara Oswald lay on the bed, gagged and handcuffed. Amy stood in front of her, grinning, twirling the key around her finger. Her police kissogram outfit still fitted her as tightly and perfectly as it always had. "I hope you realise," Amy teased her captive, "You're totally under arrest." Clara struggled against the metal cuffs desperately but it was no use. Amy kneeled down on the end of the bed, still grinning. Clara made a muffled noise of protest but the white cloth gag made it inaudible.
"I just need to search you for any weapons. I'm sure you understand," the faked redheaded police officer announced. Clara stopped struggling as Amy basically straddled her. Amy's slender fingers unbuttoned the school teacher's jacket and rolled it off her shoulders. Clara's handcuffs clicked off then on again so quickly she couldn't react, but the jacket was now off.
Amy patted her down quickly and efficiently like an actual professional and then for a moment, Clara assumed it was over. Then the redhead started to rub her shoulders slowly and forcefully. She slowly rubbed along Clara's torso, taking care to soothe her hips. Then, with a devilish grin, she deftly unfastened the buttons of her shirt. Clara watched as her shirt was pulled opened and Amy's soft hands trailed over her stomach. Both of their breathing was hard and fast now, barely under control, and Clara could feel Amy's breath against her skin.
Amy's palms landed on her prisoner's breasts, clasped within a thin black bra. Her hands rolled the brunette's soft mounds in her hands. Any noise Clara made while being groped was silenced by the gag, but Amy noted she had stopped fighting with the handcuffs. Amy pinched Clara's nipples through the bra, one in each hand between thumb and finger; "No weapons here," she decided, purring in her sweet Scottish accent as she did.
Amy's long delicate fingers now traced a line along Clara's bare thigh and up under her skirt. Clara's eyes widened as they reached her small thin panties. Amy was now rubbing those wet panties and Clara's legs wouldn't keep still. They were thrashing about helplessly beneath the faux cop. Amy gripped the younger companion's vagina and her thumb slipped beneath the fabric of the underwear, gently stroking Clara's clitoris.
"I think I've found something," Amy whispered into Clara's ear as the teacher's legs shot up into the air, "feels like a very dangerous weapon..." Clara's eyes watered as the redhead tweaked and tugged on her clit a little more. Then Amy's hand withdrew and she leant back, breathing heavily, a lustful look in her eye. "Did you enjoy that, sweetie?" Clara's answer was impossible to understand and Amy sighed. Time for the gag to go. She leant down and pressed her lips to Juliet's mouth, her teeth gripping the gag and rolling down.
Clara said nothing, even though the gag was removed, perhaps because it had been replaced with Amy's lips, kissing her passionately. Clara made no move to resist or protest and in fact found herself returning the kiss. Amy pulled away, and her accent thickened with excitement as she whispered: "ready to get really hot and bothered..?" Clara whimpered: "yes."
The forbidden word of pleasure had escaped Clara's lips and she had no intention of taking it back. Her heart was racing. Then she heard the handcuffs click and felt them drop away. Clara grinned at her freedom. She celebrated by unzipping the redhead's vest, ripping open her shirt and unlatching her bra.
Amy closed her eyes for a moment of pleasure as Clara gripped her boobs. Then she pushed Clara's skirt up as far up her legs as she could, and roughly rubbed her calves and thighs, pawing at the soft flesh, before easing down the school teacher's knickers to her ankles. Clara smirked and slid her hand under Amy's black skirt, searching the redhead's knickers thoroughly then yanking them down.
Clara got on top of Amy now and kissed her gently, her hands still searching her body just as Amy's had searched hers. "Since I'm not a police officer like you," Clara whispered, sucking on Amy's ear, "You don't have the right to remain silent..." And Amy's moans went wild.