THREE - Planet: Library World Cawdor - 3227 - 2nd Humanian Era. "The humanoid inhabitants of the Traken Union went a little further than the Gallifreyans in inhibiting their emotions... Not quite Mondasian far, but nonetheless, the fact is they pierce a ring-shaped numbing device through the genital erogenous zones, neutralising any feelings of pleasure in that area. It's not Cyberconversion, but I do think it's taking things a bit far..." -- The Rani Leigh stalked around Rodan's console room in his new clothes, trying them out -- Black silk shirt, black jeans, black shoes, billowing grey duster coat -- very comfy, very dark too. Rodan's TARDIS had taken a sombre turn in supplying these duds, but it knew what he looked good in. Rodan clapped, watching from her divan. Leigh struck a dashing pose. "So tell me Rodan... what did Romana do to me?" "You know better than I do," she quipped. "... Oh okay. Gallifreyan bodies are demanding, you know. If they don't get precisely what they want, they'll change what they've got until it's closer. Your average Gallifreyan penis is fair sight larger than a human one, so I imagine she automatically imposed a regeneration on your dick. Sound good?" "Very nice." he purred, as the tinkling of chimes filled the room. Rodan came to her feet and strode over to the lacquered wooden console, flicking some switches to activate the wall monitor. Gallifreyan text slipped down the screen. "Hmm. Cawdor, a Library World deep within the human territory." "And which one of the Doctor's... forms is here?" Rodan inspected a smaller window of text in the corner of the monitor. "I'm not sure, there's definitely one here, but there's temporal traces of two... Let's take a look outside." She opened the TARDIS doors and they left. "Bor-ing..." Ace sighed to herself, before slumping forward and letting her head rest on the soft covers of the journals she'd found. Nothing all that interesting in them, probably stuff the Doctor would have a fit over though. She could wait here until he came back, she was feeling too lazy to look up new explosives or dirty novels. There was the shuffling behind her of someone searching the shelves. She propped her head up on one elbow and glanced over. It was a boy, about her age, looking just a little spooky. Interesting. "Hello." she called to him. His eyes continued to flicker along the shelves as he approached her. "Hello." he replied, impassive. "My name's Ace." "I'm Turlough," the boy spoke softly, reaching out his hand. "Vislor Turlough." "Hello Turlough." she shook his proffered hand. "You look rather bored." He smiled coolly, glancing at the rather dry shelves all around them. "I am, it's a tomb in here." "Yeah, about right." she shuddered. "Wanna go do something with me?" He raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Such as?" Ace was blank for a moment. "Hmm... Well, there's Truth or Dare?" Nyssa strolled along the aisle, browsing through the books. The walls in this area were a light shade of crimson, and there was the occasional incense burner up above the shelves. It was all very... frivolous, she thought. Why was that? She shrugged, probably there was colour-coding on the walls for different genres, the fiction section was enormous. At the end of the aisle, she eyed a gap between the sets of shelves. A door, fitted so close to the surrounding wall that it was barely visible. Hesitantly she peeked inside. A reading room? It was tiny, all that was inside was a comfy black reading chair, and a little table with a worn paperback left on top of it. The place was obviously built for secrecy, and the chair was nestled where no casual passer-by would see. "That's odd." she breathed, and stepped inside. Meanwhile, Leigh was in the camera room. It was nice in here, and secure after Rodan had locked the door for him. She'd relieved the usual security boys of their duty, now he could check out their quarry with ease. Item 1: Dorothy, 'Ace'. She was talking to... Item 2: Turlough. Companion to the Doctor's fifth incarnation. Where was the Fifth then? Item 3: Nyssa. Another friend of the Fifth. She was holed up in one of the little reading corners in the erotica sector. 'Better keep an eye on that', he thought. Item 4: The Doctor. Short man, puckish expression, paisley scarf. Ghastly vest. He was poring over a book... which book? He touched the screen and the title appeared. A paper by Arlo Blinovitch. Didn't mean much to him, but to Rodan perhaps... he took a small communicator out of his pocket and spoke into it. "Rodan? Does the name 'Arlo Blinovitch' mean anyth--" "Blinovitch? Why?" "The Doctor's up in the Sciences, reading a paper by the guy." Rodan swore. "I'll get onto it, thanks Leigh." "No problem." he muttered, but the connection had been closed. Oh well. He settled back to watch the screens. Nyssa fluttered through the book in fascination, speed-reading in places, skimming her trembling finger slowly over the text in others. Surreptitiously she slipped her left hand into her blouse, touching and tweaking her large brown nipples, which had swollen considerably in response to the things she'd read. Stroking them in such situations always satisfied her in some strange way, but it never entirely sated her -- there was always more craving, something that touching her breasts couldn't entirely complete. Many TARDIS nights she'd desperately ravished them, pulling and squeezing and licking and biting in a desperate attempt to make the pleasure reach it's peak. But no, never quite there. What was she missing, where else could feel that way? No-one had ever told her things of the sort on Traken, and her race wasn't covered in great detail in the TARDIS library. She shuddered in frustration and kept reading. "So tell me your secret!" Ace whispered excitedly. Turlough closed his eyes. He should not have agreed to play Truth or Dare with this restless and obviously pyromanic human, especially not under a table in one of the many empty studies in this overgrown library. Having chosen 'truth', he'd had to listen to a catalogue of arson, shoplifting and mishandling of explosives long enough to make any policeman's eye's water. His awkward, if understated, reactions to each of her shocking endeavours had amused her for some reason he didn't understand. What truth could he tell her in return? That he was an imperial exile from Trion? That he'd co-operated with the Black Guardian? That he regularly gratified himself over a few photos of Wrack he'd found in the TARDIS databanks? The first two she wouldn't understand, the third he would rather not tell. Ah, he knew. "Weelll..." he began awkwardly, "I've got... a bit of a fetish for being ordered around..." his expression became stony and he trailed off. "... You might say." The Doctor and Tegan had better come back and pick him up soon, he thought, without changing his expression. "That so?" Ace asked, a tentative smile on her lips. Leigh turned from the screen monitoring them to the one covering Nyssa's alcove. Hey, was she... he zoomed in. Yes, she was certainly struggling somewhat with her blouse, pulling it down and grappling with her breasts. Sure, if she really wanted, she could beat off in a corner with a dirty story, but still her urgency was strange. He activated the audio, and hammered the zoom with one hand, guiltily grabbing his stiffening cock with the other. "The wonders of modern surveillance..." he sighed, transfixed by the view. Nyssa sobbed and groaned, the craving inside her demanding that she make the pleasure spike somehow. She bowed her head and cradled her breast up, lapping at the plump brown nipple and then biting it in frustration. The dull pain made her cry out, and caused a sympathetic ache between her legs. Between her legs? Swiftly she undid her belt and wrestled her trousers down, leaving her in little else but her open blouse and an excessively lacy pair of panties. If she did see the glint of the tiny lens in the corner of the room, she didn't care about it. Leigh brought his cock out and began pumping the shaft quickly, his eyes transfixed on the Trakenite writhing in the hidden room. This was... immense! He was, of course, too distracted to pay attention to the Doctor, or the two adventurers in the other window. Turlough was stock still, bereft of speech. Ace was sitting on the edge of the table, one leg tucked up against her to give him a generous view of her pale lilac panties. It was most enticing, in a raw, Earth-girl way, but he was in control. Yes. He was. "Glad I wore the skirt today, hey?" she grinned. "Uh..." Turlough gulped, taking a timid step forward. Ace giggled at him. "Don't make such a drama out of it, Turlough..." she stroked herself invitingly through her underwear. "Come on now," she coaxed, "you said you liked to be ordered around..." "Y...yes." he croaked. She traced the cleft of her outer lips through the cloth, and something in Turlough snapped. His posture relaxed and he smiled more warmly. "Are you going to tell me what to do?" he smirked. "I think I will," she replied huskily. "Up to a point." Nyssa roughly prodded the crotch of her panties, smirking evilly at the dull ache she felt there. She yanked the froth of lace down her thighs and began stroking various portions of the elaborate opening between her legs. "Nothing..." she mumbled as her fingers stroked different folds. "Nothing... nothing... Ooh!" She gasped as her fingers travelled under the hood at the top of her lips and touched the bulb of flesh beneath it. She remembered the anaesthetic when she was ten, the desensitiser looped through her pierced and numb clitoris. She felt there now, and touched a tight metal ring, warm from being inside her. Still there. She had to break it, quickly! Urgently she searched in her trousers for her tools. It simply could not stay... Turlough had knelt down between Ace's thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal through the dampening cloth of her knickers. His fingers pressed into the cleft, touching her inside only as far as the give of the fabric would allow. Ace smiled and savoured the touch, reaching a hand under her jacket to squeeze her breasts. After a time she recalled that she was meant to be giving orders. "Y' meant to be eating, Turlough!" she admonished him imperiously. Turlough grinned and hooked a finger around the strip of cloth between her legs, pulling it aside and revealing her moist sex, the wet brunette curls and slightly parted folds. He couldn't help pausing, inhaling again. Suddenly he felt her whack the top of his head with the palm of her hand. "Get to work boy!" she snapped. He nearly laughed, but smothered it by putting his mouth against her. With a chirp from Nyssa's sonic screwdriver, the tiny golden ring clicked and opened, prompting a gasp of glee from her. A rich and satisfying pulse of feeling coursed through her sex, reawakening the nerves inhibited by the ring. She felt the potential for release in the bulge of her clitoris, and her fingers came up to touch it. "Aah!" she gasped happily, her hips bucking forward in reflex. Her clit was far more sensitive than her nipples, and even better to touch... Hesitantly she stroked her hand on the underside of her mound, and cried out loud as the new intensity of feeling unknotted her frustration and pushed her into an orgasm. She gritted her teeth and moaned in overwhelmed surprise, firmly grinding the palm of her hand against her straining clitoris. She wouldn't cry out, she couldn't, it was a library... "Fuck it..." she gurgled, before screaming blissfully, arching back and locking her muscles until they ached. Finally she collapsed into her discarded clothes, gasping and sobbing from pure feeling. After a few quiet moments, she crept her hand back to her newly sensitised sex, and drew her palm through her flowering lips. Her other hand lifted her breast up and she took her nipple into her mouth. With unsteady moans, she began rocking in the chair, towards another orgasm. Leigh went rigid his hand pumping his reddened shaft furiously until a burst of white come blossomed from the tip, spraying in a sustained jolt over the monitor screen which surveyed Nyssa. The room was quiet for a moment as he just lay in the chair, watching her little movements. He felt drained, but pleased. Eventually he regained enough energy to get up onto his feet. "Man..." he shook his head and grinned, zipping himself back up and turning to the doors to unlock them. He certainly wasn't paying attention to Ace and Turlough, nor was he watching the Doctor, who was now dashing along the aisles, Rodan in hot pursuit. "Aah!..." Ace arched back and breathed a sigh as Turlough's mouth covered her sex and his tongue slipped through her cleft from end to end, stroking through her inner lips and confidently around her clit. He played her like a maestro -- such things were part and parcel of an imperial Trionian's education, he'd feel a fool to do wrong. He felt dizzy, but he decided he'd rather bury his face further in Ace's thatch than back away -- perhaps he'd do better with a light head. He focused his tongue more on her clitoris, bringing his fingers up to compensate at her inner lips. Ace gasped as he took a few strategic prods and laps at her clit, and his digits stroked fleetingly inside the tight corridor of her vagina. Minimalism was a tool, Turlough decided, touching sparingly in the right ways could be more effective than an all-out approach. His thoughts were interrupted by her climactic cries and the salty taste of her wetness in his mouth as she came. He nearly panicked for a moment as her jerking thighs clamped his head against her and drove his tongue more deeply into her. Ace hunched forward, bowing over him and whimpering with aroused exertion as her muscles contracted in her thighs and around Turlough's devilish tongue. It was a long, satisfying orgasm that the boy wouldn't allow to finish. He toyed with her further, making her even wetter, until finally another orgasm came to her out of nowhere, and her sex and thighs started to ache from her muscles being locked so tense and tight. Ace was overcome with pleasure, and her thighs still pulled Turlough close, squeezing him against her as she took in all the feeling she could get. Finally her muscles unlocked and she fell backward on the table, panting and drawing her hands across the tips of her breasts in languorous satisfaction. Turlough darted swiftly up, gasping for breath and regaining equilibrium. Then he stood up straight and admired his handiwork. Ace's thighs were wet and taut, her sex was more than moist, blushing a hot red. She was twitching, but she obviously didn't feel like moving. Fine work. Satisfaction filled him, but this suddenly changed to consternation as the sound of running feet filled the hallway outside. "A-a-ace!" a cry came from outside, disappearing in the distance. "Professor!" Ace gasped, awkwardly sitting up in surprise. Quickly she slipped off the desk and patted her skirt down. She smiled to Turlough apologetically. "Sorry mate, I've got to help the Doc out, he's a mess without me..." "Ah. Goodbye." he smiled as she dashed away. Surreptitiously he pocketed the panties she'd discarded in their earlier jostling. With a stiffness returning to his manner, he pulled out his tracker and pinpointed Nyssa. He clicked a sliding switch and spoke into the communicator. "Nyssa?" Nyssa was back in her clothes, still playing with herself in idle fascination. Her tracker chirped, and she fumbled for it with her free hand. "Nyssa?" "Turlough?" "Do you want to go back and wait for the TARDIS?" Nyssa smiled warmly. "Yes, Tegan's there, isn't she..." "Mmf." Turlough made a non-committal noise. "Okay, meet me there." "Yes Turlough!" Nyssa purred happily, clicking the unit off. Reluctantly she freed her hand from her panties and she left the alcove, humming to herself. "Who's she, Professor?" Ace asked the Doctor breathlessly as they ran. "Rodan..." he whispered to her, "She's a Time Lord agent, and I think she's onto me..." "Onto? What are you up to, Doc?" she admonished him. He merely smiled. "Well, for one thing, this book." he held up a book which he was carrying under his arm. "And there's this note I'm about to leave myself..." They dashed around the corner to where the TARDIS waited. The Doctor slapped a piece of paper down on a table nearby, and quickly wrenched the TARDIS door open, ushering Ace inside. A few moments later Rodan burst into view, closely followed by an auburn-haired lad in black, who looked just as flustered as she did. The Doctor doffed his hat and smiled. "I'm sorry Rodan," he rolled her 'R', visibly making her hackles rise. "But I must be off!" he side-stepped into the darkness of the TARDIS doorway, "You're dead, old man!" she wailed in impotent fury as the TARDIS dematerialised. Leigh patted her arm. "Don't get worked up Rodan, what can he do?" "Chee, I dunno, fuck up my career entirely?" she snapped. Leigh shrugged. "Are you sure you want a career on Gallifrey? Sounds like a creepy place to me." She sighed, and turned to walk away. Leigh trailed her like a puppy. "How can I explain this..." she mumbled, as they wandered back to her own TARDIS. Nyssa and Turlough entered the room, eyeing each other uncomfortably for a little while until the welcome grinding of the TARDIS engines echoed into the room, and the blue box appeared in the very same spot it had just left. After an awkward pause the doors burst open and the Doctor strode out, Tegan in tow. "Tegan!" Nyssa squealed, somewhat uncharacteristically. Tegan smiled a little nervously and accepted a hug. "The Doctor drew a blank on the book, did you lot fare any better?" she asked them. "I'm afraid not." Turlough sighed, wandering back into the TARDIS. "Is it just me, or was Turlough smiling?" The Doctor asked absently, picking up a piece of paper from a nearby table. "I think so." Tegan agreed, gently pushing the overly friendly Trakenite away. "He didn't even have that snakey look on his face." "Mmm." The Doctor nodded, not really listening as he read the note. "Doctor?" The Doctor folded up the piece of paper and slipped it into his pocket, smiling. "Well, it seems I won't need the book now." he informed them. "In a sense, I've already found it!" he slipped back into the TARDIS. "Okay then..." Tegan shrugged, following him inside. "No Nyssa, you've already kissed me hello, remember? You don't need to agai-- hey!" "But I want to do it again..." she whispered urgently into Tegan's ear. Tegan eyed her with a silent question. Nyssa grinned, with little of her usual composure. "Interesting..." the sarky human lass said. She pulled the police box door shut behind her. And with that, the TARDIS was gone.