Heather Smith From: Nick Brancher [sidious169@hotmail.com] Sent: 08 July 1999 05:34 To: sadwank@onelist.com Subject: [sadwank] The Object of Desires: Part one From: Nick Brancher Disclaimer: The Characters in this story are property of the BBC, but everything else is a product of my imagination. This is just done for entertainment reasons, and absolutely no profit is coming from this. This is the first part of a five part story, Featuring a whole slew of companions, but mostly Ace. Upon completing it I've discovered that it is less character driven...There is less characterization, and the sex is more blatant. It's a less intimate than the prologue (The Susan Foreman/Sam Jones love story). But hopefully, not less interesting. I hope everyone enjoys this story arc, it is the first of many to come (pun intended!). Sit backa nd enjoy. PS: If there are any big mistakes or typos, let me know! Doctor Who: The Object of Desires Part one: Caged Animal The White Guardian meditated in his chamber. On the surface, he looked at peace, but inside his mind was a torrent of thought, conflict and careful balance. He monitored the forces of good in the universe, predicted where the evil ones would occur; keeping his half of the Great Balance in check. Today (which is a term used loosely in his realm, time has little meaning here) he noticed a swelling amount of positive energy growing in the universe. This is a bad thing. He opened his eyes and got up. Having too much positive energy upsets the balance. Eventually the pendulum will swing back in favor of the opposite. Any increase of good will eventually become bad. Which would delight the Black Guardian...He has no regard for the Great Balance. He walked over to his oracle. No mortal can see it for what it actually is, for it is a device of pure thought. Only three mortals have ever "seen" the White Guardian's oracle, that is, seen a representation of it. The first, an early human, saw a great black stone slate. The second, a Draconian farmer, saw the Great Sun of Draco. The third, another human from the Twenty-first century, saw a black sphere with a white circle, enclosing an infinity symbol. What the oracle looks like is unimportant. It's what it does that counts. He looked into the Oracle, to seek out the source of the positive surge. It was a life crystal, a jewel used for sinister means. They trap a mortal's soul, and use it for menial things, like fuel for an advanced starship, or memory in a psycho-kinetic computer. It entered the Universe near Earth, from a Nowhere realm. This could be a problem. One cannot measure how large a nowhere realm is, or what space it occupies outside the Universe, where one begins and another ends. His realm was such a place, as was the Black Guardians', Omega of Gallifrey's, there were dream scapes, elsewhere cities, and forever libraries that also in habit Nowhere realms. A resident in any one of these realms could have inserted this object into space. He looked to the Oracle again. This jewel was not filled with the usual dark and tortured sentiments, it had bright and joyous spirit. As it went along it's path, it collected more and more positive energy, more energy than a standard life crystal should hold. He felt a sentient mind still functioning within its crystal walls. If it had a mind, he could talk to it. He reached out to speak to it. "Young one. I am the White Guardian. Are you well?" There was a pause. A frightened woman's voice responded. "Y-yes I am." "Young one, there is no need for fear. I mean no harm" "You- you're the White Guardian? What do you want from me? I am serving the forces of good! I help people give them the feelings that they desire most! I cannot do anything wrong! I, I I," "You know where your mind lies, Young one. Within a capsule that can be used by anyone, for any purpose." A moment of silence. "Yes. I didn't think of that. But, if I can't do anything about it, why are you talking with me?" "All I can tell you is that your existence, while serving a good cause, will be disastrous in the wrong hands. I am prepared to send someone to protect you." He opened a portion of his mind to the Jewel, she saw what he thought. He showed her the Doctor. "Absolutely not." For the first time in a very long time, the White Guardian was taken aback. "I'm afraid my options are limited. The Doctor is..." "The Doctor is out of the question. I will accept anyone but him, I..." She paused. "I cannot tell you why, although you probably know why anyway. I- I just can't bring myself to say it." "Very well. I shall select someone and show you." He needed to find someone responsible and courageous and competent, one of the Doctor's traveling companions should do. the Guardian scanned the Doctor's time line, while the mind within the jewel watched. He envisioned a Gallifreyan, Romanadvoratrelundar. Very dedicated and level headed. Knowledge of space/time, and presently... he shook his head. Her destiny lied in E-Space. Her presence there is integral to the Great Balance. He envisioned human Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. Human with an open mind, and great dedication. But presently, although still in action, he was aging and not prepared for such trials. He went through all of the Doctor's companions, and kept scanning until. . . "Stop, wait. Her." "She is a conflicted soul, Young one. She cannot see and recognize the forces that are leading her astray." "That is why it has to be her. She has a strong spirit, and when she finds me, I can help her." "It will be difficult getting her to you Young one, and it may prove to be a waste. She is heavily tempted by my counterpart, the Black Guardian." "She will make it. I know she will. Do all you can to get her, I want her." "Very well. It will be done." Ace was chained to the TARDIS on the Cheetah planet; which was quaking and crumbling around her. The Doctor was scattering around, trying to stop the madness and help the survivors to get off the planet; but too preoccupied to help her. She poured every ounce of her strength into breaking free, but the Master (although it didn't sound like the Master) was laughing a cold horrible laugh, taunting her and belittling her. Her only hope was to let her primal side take over, and almost succeeded in breaking the chains. Until she saw the old man. He wore a white suit and an indigo necklace. He told her that she had to be strong. The end of her torment was near, but it was a hard road to it. He held up the necklace. It's deep blue color glittered into infinity. "You must seek out the Object of Desires. I will help lead you in your quest, but I cannot assist you directly. My power is great, but I cannot stop the evil forces that act upon and within you. You must defeat them yourself." He vanished, and the Planet dissipated into nothing. The Doctor, the Cheetahs, the rubble, all gone. She felt cold, evil eyes on her. Then she woke up. Ace jumped from her bed and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She slowly came back into the real world, her mind still clouded by the mysterious images that occupied her dream. She readjusted her black jeans and red top, which shifted during sleep. As she tried to make sense of her nightmare, important details drifted away and were forgotten. Where it took place and who was in it. Usually Ace ignored her dreams, but this one was different. She remembered a feeling of urgency, a need for action. She had to do something. She pulled on her boots and grabbed her bomber jacket, and set out to join the Doctor. He was in the laboratory, motionless, boring his eyes into a beaker of red fluid he was holding about a foot above a Bunsen flame. She went up and picked up a test tube full of purple fluid. "Oi, professor, what's all this?" He waved his hand, a gesture that hushed her, never taking his eyes off the beaker. His voice was slow, reflecting the delicate and meticulous nature of, well, whatever he was doing. "Ace...I'm sorry, but I can't speak now." "I just want to know what we were going to do today Professor, that's all." Suddenly, he rushed the beaker to the other end of the lab and dumping it into another vial, embedded in a bucket full of ice. He took the empty tube and quickly filled it with some green fluid and rushed back over to the Bunsen burner. It was as if he never moved in the first place, back in the motionless stance, holding the beaker, staring intently at it. "Not much today Ace, I need to finish this formula. . ." "Oh, come on, that can wait can't it? there's a ton of things to do out there remember?" "Ace, I've got work to do," "WE'VE got work to do!" She threw her arms above her head in frustration. "That's what you said yesterday!" He rushed over and dumped the green fluid into the ice layered vial. He put it down and wiped his brow. "Ace, I know, I'm sorry. . . I really am, we can get right down to business after I'm finished with this." "Professor. . ." "In the meantime, why don't you go for a walk? I reconfigured parts of the TARDIS with a new architecture, something I've been meaning to toy with for some time. Quite a lovely thing to see actually." He reached in his coat pocket, and pulled out a cylindrical object, about seven inches long, but and slimmer than can of Nitro-9. "Here, take this tracker. . . It's linked to the console. Use it button on the end to turn it on, it will lead you back to the console room if you get lost." Ace grabbed the tracker and stuffed it into her bomber jacket then stormed out. Ace wandered through the TARDIS corridors. At the beginning of her journey, they were the familiar off-white with roundles, then they eventually turned wooden with brass trim rehandles, then steel and chrome, then slate and granite; just before she was about to die of boredom, the ever changing corridors opened up into a huge vast space- the cloister room. Enormous pillars with winding vines reached to a ceiling she couldn't even see. A fountain/waterfall trickled lightly emptied into a pond framed with marble. She swore she could feel a breeze. As she walked, she felt lighter, the gravity was weak in here. She would have been amazed at such a place, but 'What was the use,' She thought. 'What good is a place like this if there's no one else to share it with?' She hated times like this, the Professor usually had something planned, some adventure to keep them both occupied. They weren't always enjoyable, such as trier run in with Fenric. . . But Ace would rather go though all that again than spend one more minute standing idly by. Ace kicked a rock, which tumbled around the room, almost as if it hadn't weighed anything at all. She bent over and picked up an handful of pebbles (hard like stone, but light like foam), and sat at the fountain. The room was relaxing, she had to admit. She tossed in a stone into the pond, and it floated slowly to the bottom. She thought of Perivale. Gone were the days of hanging out at the top of the hill with her mates. Gone were the days of general mischief, and innocent necking. In went another pebble. She thought of Iceworld, which gave her that big city feeling. At first it was a great change of pace from Perivale, but it quickly fell into tedious routine. Earning her keep, making a living serving ill prepared food to intergalactic tourists. Gone were those days too. She cast in another pebble, with more force. She thought of her situation now. Whisked away into adventure, Hell, and high water with the Doctor. He'd been the only one to really care for her, and the only person to look out for her. Even though he constantly put her in danger, and used her as his own personal trump card in his everlasting poker game with evil. The Doctor and Ace, champions of time and space! 'the DOCTOR. . . and Ace'. Never 'Ace and the Doctor', never just 'Ace'. Never even Dorothy. What is it that she is supposed to do? She threw the last stone with great force, it skipped along the surface of the water , then bounced along the walls of the cloister room almost in slow motion. 'What can I do now? Ask the Doctor to leave? Where will I go?' Perivale, Iceworld, the TARDIS, all these places were her home, but she realized she never really got to live. There wasn't anyone she could crash with. "What am I going to do now?" The rock, still whizzing around the cloister garden, zinged past her nose. She heard a clunk and a creak, and looked at where the rock landed. The rock must have jostled open a hidden door on one of the walls! Ace pulled the door open wide, and walked inside. It was the inside of a dome with blue and crystalline walls. the floor was sloped down to a platform in the center of the room, where a strange terminal sat. Ace sat in the chair and looked at the device. It looked like a huge hubcap to an old car, with a monitor in the center. On either side of the monitor were nooks where two oval shaped speakers nestled. the controls consisted of a numerical keypad, a dial from an old television, a track ball, and along the bottom, something that resembled a ruler, with a sliding indicator on it. The indicator was blinking slowly, like it was recording or processing something. It was around the center of the ruler, to the right, there was an illuminated blue line. To its left, it was just the color of the console. 'Maybe it indicates the power level or something' Ace thought. She tried to move the slider to the left, to power up the whole thing, but it didn't move. She slid it back a fraction, and saw the screen light up. She saw herself, pulling on her boots and grabbing her bomber jacket, then leaving. 'That was earlier this morning!' She thought. This device can see into the past! the Doctor traveled with a lot of people before her, and they all left. Maybe she could find out what they did. She pushed the slider to the right. There was a flurry of static and ghost images of rehandles, ceilings, circuitry and furniture, but she found something familiar. She stopped the slider on an image of the Console room. the TARDIS doors swung open, and there was no way Ace could have prepared for what she saw next. A man dressed in the most garish outfit she'd ever seen hobbled in, his back to the camera. His coat was a monstrous patchwork, of pinks, oranges, greens, and three or four different tartars, his pants were yellow with black stripes. He turned slightly, and Ace could see that his face was red, and he looked exhausted. He turned completely toward the camera, and she saw that he was carrying a naked young woman! Before Ace could make sense of what was going on, he walked quickly out of the console room and off screen. Her own angst quickly forgotten, she looked at the controls to try and follow the unusual pair through the TARDIS. She took a chance with the TV knob, and clicked once to the right. Sure enough, the view switched to the hallway, where he saw the man just turning a corner. She turned again, to a room, where the door soon opened and he came in. He put the girl down on a bed, and she sprawled out and coo-ed. "Doctor" "Doctor?" Shouted Ace. She laughed and thought 'I don't believe it! THAT'S the Doctor?" She watched him fiddle with a small device, adjusting it at lightning speed. 'He's got the skills, apparently, just not any taste.' He placed a pair of head phones over the girls ear's and spoke in a gentle tone. "Now just close your eyes and relax Peri...let's see if we can't get to the bottom of this." He plugged the headphones into a wall console and punched a command into it. He sat down and looked at her. Ace shifted her attention to Peri, lying still on the bed, eyes closed and breathing slowly. Her large fleshy breasts slowly moved up and down in time with her slow breathing. She had a small waist, and wide smooth hips, and her legs were long and supple. Ace's eyes gravitated to her vaginal area, which was shaved clean. The inside of her thighs were coated with what looked like residual sperm, sweat, and the whole area looked raw. She looked at Peri's hands, laying still at either side of her body, her wrists were red and scarred. The Doctor looked on with a very concerned expression. She felt really sorry for the girl, she must have been raped or something. . . But Ace couldn't tear her eyes away from her! She considered herself to be straight, well, mostly. She always had an attraction to her own sex, ever since that night with Shreela, back in Perivale. Even though she really liked men, she'd found that she was able to relate to other women a little easier. She'd give a woman just as fair a chance as she would any man. Shreela taught her to pay attention to both sides. After a long period of non activity, Peri started to purr with delight. A smile broke across her face, and she reached for her pussy. She lightly circled the perimeter of the opening with her middle finger, and then plunged in. Suddenly her still body was alive and writhing with passion. 'Whatever she's listening to, it's got to be hot!' Ace thought. She found herself sitting on the edge of her seat, face close to the screen. What she saw was wild, but she couldn't really see much from this angle. It was rather far away from the camera, and even though the picture was crisp and clear, the image of Peri was too small. She couldn't adjust the unimpressive view, and she couldn't imagine what was turning Peri on so much. Ace looked down at the controls and hoped that she would get lucky and find something hotter. She moved the slide further to the right, and landed on the same room, but a different time. The room was decorated differently, and was a mess. 'Looks like my room' Ace thought. the door opened and a tall man dressed like Sherlock Holmes walked in. He opened up a wardrobe and rifled through its contents. "Now then, lets see what we can find you, hmm?" "I don't need new clothes, Doctor" came a woman's voice from off camera. "Where we're going Leela, I'm afraid you do. Here try this one." He held up a large Victorian dress to the camera. An Amazon walked in front of it, and put her hands defiantly at her hips. She wore a tiny little Leather swimsuit, with pouches strapped to it. the Doctor held the dress to her shoulders and smiled hugely, it was much too small. "Haha, no, this one won't do, too bad. I've always liked that one. The rest of these should fit fine. Just take your pick and meet me at the console room!" "Yes Doctor." Once the Doctor left the room, Leela untied a strap on she shoulder and yanked at it. Her entire garment flew off in one swift motion. She stood nude, save for her leather boots, with her hands on her hips. She strutted toward a stand up mirror at the other end of the room. Ace watched in awe, her swaying round buttocks. . . Every move she made just oozed of sex, and really stirred up Ace's insides. Leela reached the mirror, which was a poor vantage point for Ace. 'Not again. . .' Determined not to let this scene go, Ace looked at the other controls. She put her hand on the track ball, and swivelled it a little upward. the camera angle swerved up, and was looking down on the room. Happy that it wasn't going to take the view out of this time or the room, Ace decided to get crazy. She spun the track ball at a high speed up and to the right. the monitor was a three dimensional roulette wheel, spinning around Leela's naked form. the spinning slowed down and landed on a perfect view. It was low angle shot, just from the left of Leela. From this vantage point, Ace could see both Leela and her reflection. Leela looked at herself in the mirror with satisfaction. Ace could see that her skin was starting to redden, and she was starting to draw quicker breaths. "MMmmmmmm! The hunger in my sevateem blood is growing. . ." She pulled a chair up to the mirror and sat at the very edge and spread her legs wide. She had barely gotten started, and she already had a strong sweat. Leela wasted no time, she licked her fingers and started to frantically penetrate herself. She stroked in her pussy with her left hand and frigged her clit with her right. She quickened her wrists, and was breathing sharply. All of a sudden she threw her head back, juice squirted from inside and splashed on her hand and down the antique chair. 'Not even a full minute!' Ace thought. Leela looked down at her crotch with a devilish grin, and said "Now it's ready." She got up and walked off screen, and the sound of rummaging came from the speakers. It wasn't until Leela had gone off screen when Ace realized how worked up she had become. She was sitting at the seat of her chair, leaning closer to the screen with her hand down her pants. For more than a moment, there was nothing happening on the screen. Ace was just about to go to another time when Leela came back and sat down. She had with her a wooden dildo! It was ten inches long and about seven inches in diameter. It looked hand carved, and was sanded down with a smooth mahogany finish. Leela spread her legs wide and ran the dildo up and down against her slit. With her free hand she played with her breasts and worked her nipples hard. Ace was massaging her pussy through her panties, which were getting very wet. She couldn't seem to get comfortable, even after loosening her belt. She looked behind her, at the doorway, and turned back with a mischievous smile. It took her an hour to get down here, She would be able to hear the Doctor from a mile away! She stood up, kicked off her boots, and dropped her jeans. She peeled off her sopping panties, completely exposing her bottom half to the cool air of the strange room. She sat back down and glued her eyes to the monitor. Leela was panting furiously, pounding herself with the enormous rod with a feral lust. It looked to wide for her, but Leela kept pounding the entire length in and out of her slick love tunnel. Ace quickened her strokes on her pussy as Leela sped up her prodigious thrusts. Ace fully inserted three of her fingers into her vagina and ran them all long her inner walls. With her free hand, she manipulated the track ball. the view zoomed in closely at Leela's busy crotch. Ace got a big full view of her stretching pussy, taking the enormous woody. "Ooooohh, Mmm!" She moaned, as she reached farther up into herself. Leela and Ace panted in unison, Ace watched as Leela kept up her furious pounding. She inched her pelvis upward, and slicked up her right hand. Then brought it around back and slipped two fingers up her ass. "Ohhhh, Yesssssss" Leela hissed through her teeth, Her left hand quickening her thrusts even faster. Ace started to slick up her free hand, wanting to reach the same peak. She took two fingers and slid them up her tight asshole. The sensation was quick and made her gasp for air. the largest thing ever to touch her asshole was Shreela's tongue. "Oh yes yes yes NNFFFFFF! *gasp* oh yes, OH!" Ace opened her eyes as Leela gushed out a second salvo of cum. Leela gradually slowed her reps and eventually slid completely out. Her other hand slowly petted her dripping cunt as "Mmmmmmmm" Ace removed her hand from her rear and panned up. She was licking it the wooden prick and taking it into her mouth. Ace now noticed that she doesn't want to see a rigid lifeless probe...She wanted to see a real cock, throbbing, pulsating, cumming. . . She wanted to see more. Steadily wanking herself with her right hand, she used her left to push the slide back even further. She left the camera position where it was, the room seems to always be used as a bedroom. A large penis grew to it's full length and throbbed right in the center of the screen. Soon after a woman straddled it and guided it in with her hands, then started to slowly grind against it. "Ooooh, Oh Barbara." the man uttered. Hypnotized by the rutting image on the screen, Ace sat back in her chair and tried to plunge deeper. She put in her last finger and her thumb, but she couldn't get any further! She wanted more. . . She pulled the camera back with one hand and tried to get herself off with the other. She saw Barbara, a voluptuous woman with full breasts and a foxy air about her. All she could see of the man was a torso and a pair of legs, which Barbara was straddling. She put her hands on the bed behind her and propped herself as she leaned back, prompting him to sit up. "Fuck me, Ian, oh, fuck me silly!" She raised her legs up and he took them in his hands, as he pistoned into her. The couples mating got heavier, and Ace wasn't getting anything done with just her hands, she wanted something more. . . Then she formed an idea. She took her hand out and slipped out of her bomber jacket. She reached to the controls and held the slider still, preventing it from moving forward any further, pausing the action. Ian's face was red and sweating, and Barbara was biting her index finger, eyes closed tight in arousal. Ace stripped out of her tight red top and her bra, which held her breasts tightly down. A wave of cool air flowed all over her hot naked body, electrifying her. She pushed the chair closer to the console, so that the edge of the chair met with the edge of the terminal's controls. Ace planted her butt right at the base of the controls, and laid back. Her shoulders met at the point where the seat formed into the back support. She reached into her jacket and pulled out the Console Room tracker, which was just the right length and width. She then arranged her jacket behind her neck to make the awkward pose comfortable. She raised her feet in the air, and rested them on the speakers, that were in the niches on either side of the monitor. She looked up at the monitor, and got a view of her own naked body, and the screen, Where Barbara and Ian are kept frozen in their torrid pose. Ace stared at the image, as she started sucking on the Console tracker. She reached forward and gave the slider a bump. The image jumped into motion. "Oh, Ian, yes! Yes! Oh go deeper, Ooooohhhhh, Iaaaaaan..." Ace felt Barbara's moans vibrate through her feet, as she slid the tracker in and out of her mouth. Saliva started to dribble out the sides of her mouth. She believed it was smooth enough, and slid it out and positioned the tip at her vaginal opening. "Oh, Ian, harder! Fuck me harder! Go in deeper! I want your penis deep in me!" Ian pulled back, about to thrust in harder and faster than before. As he slid in Barbara's moist slit, Ace plunged the tracker in. "AAUgghhhhhhh, Oh!" Ace and Barbara chorused together. Ace was never so turned on, She's seen porno movies before, but this was different. This was real sex! No bad acting, no rehearsed positions; just real, raw sex! She quickened her thrusts. Ian leaned forward and caressed Barbara's breasts. Ace mimicked the motion with her free hand. She pinched her nipples one after the other, getting them as hard as rocks. She propped the edge of the tracker in a groove on the control panel, and pumped onto it. She kept her hand occupied, mimicking what Ian was doing to Barbara's tits. Continuing her thrusts, she mashed her tits together, just as Ian was. He leaned over and licked them. Ace closed her eyes and pulled one of her own breasts up to her mouth and kissed it, and bit at the nipple. "Oh Ian! Oh God, I'm cumming! Don't stop, oh yes, Lick my tits, oh God, push in farther! OH YES! OH GOD, IAN! YOU ARE SO GOOD! I- I'M- I'M CUMMING! OH! OH OH!" Barbara's vocal orgasm pushed Ace over the edge. She felt something in her pelvis tense, and felt her release spill over the tracker and over the console. She felt a rippling crackling energy flow from in between her legs and all around her, and then what felt like a gale force wind! Still in the throes of one of the biggest orgasms she ever experienced, she ignored the external stimuli. Her head was swimming, her entire body felt like it was underwater, but the only thing that mattered to her was the pleasure she felt, deep inside her. Suddenly the chair was gone, and her ass fell flat on a cold floor. She instantly noticed two things. The first is that she wasn't in the crystalline dome anymore, but in a TARDIS hallway. The second thing was that the sounds of Barbara and Ian fucking was coming from a door! She got on her hands and knees, and crawled over to the door and opened it a crack. . . She had a clear view right to Ian and Barbara's bed! Ace pulled the at the door, narrowing the crack, but still allowing her to see through. Barbara was starting to slow down after the orgasm, and she craned her neck and looked right at Ace! Ace froze, but Barbara smiled. Barbara sat up and went to kiss Ian. After they locked lips, She whispered in his ear. "Darling, it seems that we have an audience!" "What are you talking about?" He whispered back "I think Susan is watching us through the door. . ." She said with a smile. "Oh for goodness sake! We'd better. . ." "We'd better give her something to see!" She said with a grin. "Wh-What? Barbara, I think. . ." Ian started. "You're still hard, and I think that there's one place you haven't been yet” Barbara was caught up in the excitement. She got on her hands and knees, and pushed her butt right up to Ian. "You can't be serious!" She shot a look back at Ian that told him how serious she was. He wiped his brow, then put his hands on her pert bottom, spreading her ass open. He rested his cock head at her anal opening, and plunged right in. Barbara clenched her eyes shut in both pain and passion. "OH!" Her body started to rock forward and backward, matching Ian's thrusts. She opened her eyes and looked at the crack in the door, where their voyeur silently watched. Ace was confused as to how she got here, and petrified that she'd get caught; but what she saw kept her from fleeing just yet. She reached down to her pussy, where the tracker was still embedded. She slid it out and brought her arm around to her rear. She ran the tracker in between her buttocks, then held it at her anal opening...'This was going to be bigger than a few fingers’ warned an inner voice, which was instantly ignored... Ace began pushing the tracker into her anus. The end pushed right in, and went a half an inch. She tensed, and propped her free arm against the wall for support. She looked to the floor as she continued the penetration. The sensation was incredible...the tracker pressing through, pushing her anal cavity wide. She stopped it's decent at six inches in, and she looked back up at Ian and Barbara. Barbara was rocking to and fro at a boosted speed, her breasts wobbling free and out of control. She was enjoying herself a lot more; her sphincter muscles were relaxed and expanded enough to accommodate Ian's cock easily. She craned her neck back and licked her lips. Ian's testicles slapped against Barbara's pussy with a loud clap noise each time he thrust in. "Oh, Ian, Keep, Going, Faster, Oh!" She said each word, punctuating each thrust. Barbara pulled at the sheets, almost tearing them; the feeling of Ian's big cock sliding in and out of her ass was too much. Ace saw how much this was getting Barbara turned on, and she decided to press the tracker in the rest of the way. She put pressure on the end with two fingers, without realizing she turned it on! The Tracker told Ace how close she was to the console room; it started vibrating right inside her backside! "OH!" She hollered, her free arm went weak, and she fell to the floor. Her back arched, her butt pointed right in the air; making the tracker reach newer, deeper places. "Oh GOd!" She bellowed again. Here she was, transported out of her time, in a strange Doctor's TARDIS, watching two people she never met before; COMPLETELY naked, with a vibrating Gallifreyan tracer shoved all the way up her anus. She thought she was in heaven. She ignored the absurdity of it all, and grinded her ass in the air as the tracker did it's magic. It pulsed, shook, and massaged her into a fury. She started to pant loudly, not realizing she was slowly pushing the door open. Barbara saw the door slowly open. She was being pumped by Ian even faster now, and within minutes, Susan would see them fully. She couldn't have been more aroused, and she kept her eyes on the door, aching to see how Susan would react to seeing her schoolteachers in the most compromising of positions. Her pulse rose, it was almost time. She rocked against Ian’s cock even faster. The door opened fully, and a young girl was mimicking her moments, without anyone behind her, 'It's not Susan'. . . Ian had his eyes closed, he was in heaven. He never performed anal sex before, and judging by Barbara's tight little anus, neither had she. He considered it indecent...but when you're lost in time and space, who is to judge? Barbara quickened her grinds against him, and he couldn't speed up his thrusts... His penis started to twitch, ready to spew his hot sperm forth with a great velocity; he attempted to pull out. . . The sounds in the room grew louder and more passionate. Ace kept thrusting her ass, combining that motion with the vibrating console tracker simulated sex just enough for her. The door pushed all the way open, and she put her arms forward to pro herself up. Her right hand lay down on Barbara's Blouse which had a cool feeling brooch on it...a large jewel...Aces hand grazed it, and a flood of sensualistic feelings rushed through her system. . . "WHA-HA-AAAHHHHHH!?! AH!!? AH!!?" Barbara, through confusion and sheer ecstasy, let loose her pussy juice, felt a cold splash on her back, looking at the stranger, crouched in the doorway "OOOOHHHHHHHH, OH, OH..." Ian ejaculated his abundant load all over Barbara's shoulders and back. He hadn't had sex in months. Neither had Barbara, who he could hear shrieking with passion, but he heard another voice... "OOOHHHHHH!" Ace's fist clenched around the brooch, which sent warm waves all throughout her body. She arched her back up and thrust her breasts out, "OOHH MMMMYYYYY GOOOOOD!" Ace heard a voice in the back of her head, reassuring her and talking dirty to her at the same time. "Who the devil are you?" Ian's shout hit Ace like a bucket of Ice water. Her eyes snapped open and saw Ian, crawling from the bed; Barbara, pulling a robe on; both of them startled and scared. Ian approached her and something in Ace snapped. With a growl, she hopped up and booked down the hallway. She could hardly control her actions. . . She ran, ran like she was in the wild. For a moment, nothing mattered but survival, which meant running to preserve it. She ran as fast as she could. . . Ace then realized that she was actually running very slowly, because the tracker was still rammed way up her butt! Pulsating. . .slowing Ace down, but really getting her hot. "Please, wait! We won’t hurt you!" Ace fully snapped back to reality, and looked behind her. Ian was chasing after her, half-hard penis wagging all about. . . Barbara was close behind, unsuccessfully trying to keep her robe on, Breasts bouncing freely. Ace was turned on even more by this. . .She thought that she could probably explained it to them, they traveled with the Doctor and all, temporal misunderstanding weren't lost on them, but her rational thoughts were lost in confusion, arousal, evasion. . . The Jewel pulsed wave after wave of sensual feelings into her. . . a current flowed from her right hand to deep within her ass, where the Console tracker began to pulse further in, then back. . .Further in, and back. . . Ace hobbled to a wall, leaned against it, and almost falling over. Ian rushed to her side and supported her, but Ace didn't even feel it. All she felt was the rising and falling of the console tracker, and a soothing female voice. . ."Thank you my young one. . .Just relax and let it go. . ." "AAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Ace's muscles went limp, but her vaginal and anal muscles tensed up in the intense orgasmic moment. . .Ace's Juices flowed out of her, and what felt like a gale force wind enveloped her body. She opened her eyes, and saw Time and space unfold in front of her. An echoing yawning, grinding pulsating noise filled the air and intermixed with Ace's orgasmic cries. She faded away and disappeared. 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