111.5   Q?   (Season Eighteen)

                              Consenting Time Lords

                                 Part Three

      Romana lowered her moist slit onto the Doctor's mouth, and lowered her 
thin lips over the Doctor's phallus. She began to moan softly and the 
Doctor's eyes widened beneath the blindfold yet again. It looked like it was 
going to be a long evening, Romana mused to herself as she reached her first 
climax.

     Adric found himself in one of the vast wardrobe rooms aboard the 
TARDIS. Never before had he seen such a motley array of clothing. He reached 
for a few random garments to see what he might find. The first was a tacky, 
brightly colored,  patchwork coat that no one in their right mind would ever 
wear. Secondly, he found a pair of froppy checkered pants. "Definitely not 
my style,"he commented aloud. He strode intently to the opposite side of the 
room.

     The Doctor was beginning to feel a bit odd. It wasn't the odd sort of 
feeling you'd get when you're having sex for the first time in several 
hundred years. Nor was it the odd sort of feeling you'd get when you're 
screwing your best friend for the first time. It was the odd sort of feeling 
that you've been pounding away at an incredibly attractive and wonderful 
Time Lady of high rank for nearly three hours and you still haven't achieved 
your first climax. Not that the Doctor wasn't enjoying himslef immensely.

     Romana stood up, off the Doctor's stiff Gallifreyan rod, and turned to 
face him. She was panting heavily and looked as if she'd just been beaten 
severely. She clutched at the dribbling mound between her legs and 
whimpered, "Doctor, I don't think I can handle much more of this- Are you 
even close?!"

     The Doctor sighed calmly and responded, "Look. You untie me and then 
we'll see what can be done, hmmm?"

     Adric admired the lovely gartered legs of the beautiful creature who 
was now before him. Seeing Romana in such a delicate context had severely 
tested his self-control, but this was just too much. He had never seen such 
an awe-inspiringly sexy sight in all his days. He then turned from the 
mirror, to try to find somewhere to get comfortable and more acquainted with 
the feelings stirring inside himself.

    Romana coughed as if both of her hearts were about to burst. The Doctor 
had found it curiously sexy the way she wrapped her lips around the 
mouthpiece of the hookah and sucked like there was no tomorrow. He raised 
his hand in polite refusal as she passed it towards him. She placed it at 
arm's length behind her on the floor and looked, glassy-eyed at the Doctor.

     "Feeling better?", he asked with a stifled laugh. She smiled and 
replied, "Quite numb all over, if that's what you mean." She knelt before 
the Doctor and bent lover, placing her mouth on his now rather soggy penis. 
He leaned back and closed his eyes as if concentrating very heavily. If only 
he would look down to see her eyes staring up at his intensely, he probably 
wouldn't need to concentrate so hard, she thought as it finally began to 
stiffen slightly. She was rather tired, but it was impolite to give your 
partner blue ming-mongs.

      Without warning the Doctor stood up and extracted his stuff from her 
mouth. She looked confused but quickly caught on as he nestled in above and 
behind her. "Here we go again," she breathed as he inserted. He began to 
hammer away like a man possessed and Romana thought she was simply going to 
die. He leaned forward and cupped her breasts in his hands and slowed into a 
furious, pounding pulse. The both came simultaneously and as the Doctor 
finally slowed his breathing to some semblance of normal, he realised that 
Romana was out cold. He chuckled and patted himself on the back in an 
exaggerated motion. "I've still got it!" he said, grinning cheekily, before 
falling to the floor, unconscious right next to Romana.

K-9 jolted to life and and approached the TARDIS console. His eye-sensor 
extended itself towards the scanner control. The scanner opened and began 
surfing through different rooms of the time machine. Shortly the scanner 
stopped on the workshop. "Master and Mistress detected," the dog uttered to 
itself. The screen panned around until K-9 located the objects of his search 
on the floor. The ears upon the computer's head began to rotate almost in 
sync.  "Anomalous Data. Must Consult TARDIS Databanks" K-9's ears continued 
to turn as the computer dog and the TARDIS traded a series of beeps, boinks, 
and other analog noises that are hard to describe accurately. Without 
warning a pulse of energy sent K-9 rolling backwards into the wall. His 
eye-light flickered briefly before going out entirely. The computer dog's 
head drooped in slow motion and settled into silence,

     Adric lay sprawled on a loveseat, his cock in his hands, a glint of 
drool in the corner of his mouth and a quickly-drying splatter of a milky 
white substance on his stomach, forearm, and gartered left leg. He was 
comatose.  The TARDIS lighting faded slowly over his sealed eyes.

     The entirety of the TARDIS within was a pitch black rivalled only by 
the starless void of E-space without. The TARDIS was tired after a long 
night of play. She yawned and stretched and reclined, putting all time 
within the ship on pause. When she awoke, she would put everyone back in 
their designated places, like a dollhouse full of wooden people. They were 
only organic toys and they would never know any of this ever happened. She 
smiled to herself as her dimension settled. "Until Next Time..."