Opening thoughts:
     This story features my fascination with people being naked where they 
aren't supposed to, getting aroused at inopportune times, Sexual situations 
with the fear of getting caught.  Not exactly exhibitionism (which is 
something I will be utilizing later), because it just takes place inside, 
but for Ace the anxiety is still there.


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.

Doctor Who: The Object of Desire
Part two: Close Calls

     "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.
     A grinding, pulsating noise echoed in the air and intermixed with Ace's 
orgasmic cries.  She faded away and disappeared.
     Ian was holding thin air.  Both his and Barbara's eyes were wide open 
in disbelief.  Neither of them knew what to say. Ian stood up and they 
looked at each other.
     "What was. . " Ian began
     "Do you think it was a ghost?"  Barbara queried
     "The Doctor or Susan never said anything about ghosts in the TARDIS 
before. . ." Ian scratched his chin.  A door opened to the left of them.  
Susan came out, dressed in a T-shirt and panties.  Her jaw dropped.
     Ian, distracted by what happened, forgot for a split second that he was 
naked, and approached her.  "Susan!  Did you see it too?"
     Susan, aroused but nervous, couldn't take her gaze away from Ian's 
dangling flaccid penis. "I-I. . . I see it Mr. Chesterton, but. . ."
     Ian instantly blushed, tried to cover up and turned to Barbara.  She 
had her hand over her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh, but failing 
miserably.  Susan was standing still, nervous, not sure what to do. . .
     "M-Mr Chesterton, What was it that I was s-supposed to see?"  Susan 
stuttered.
     Barbara, decided to spare Ian, who was standing embarrassed against the 
wall.  She let her robe hang open as she walked over to Susan and placed a 
hand on her shoulder.  "Don't be nervous Susan...we were simply in bed, when 
we saw a young girl's ghost, or something along those lines.  We were caught 
up in the moment and we chased it here."
     Susan now had something to rationalize.  She looked down, fidgeted with 
her hands, and started to babble.  "Well, sometimes in time travel, 
overlapping of time streams could sometimes make other travelers phase in 
and out of space that belongs to an individual time line. . .Perhaps this 
ghost you saw might be another time traveler. . ."  She paused and thought 
of Samantha, the only other time traveler she met.  She remembered that day 
well. . .
     "At any rate, she's gone now. . .probably back to her own place.  Maybe 
I should go tell the Doctor, he might be able to shed light on this.  Susan, 
sorry to wake you. . ." Ian blustered as he began to walk back to his room.
     "Ian. . ." Barbara called out loudly.  He turned, still holding his 
hands over his penis.  Barbara was kneeling at Susan's side.  Barbara gave 
him knowing expression, and looked at Susan, who was breathing sharply and 
rubbing her hand under her panties.  Barbara looked back at Ian and cocked 
an eyebrow.  The right side of her robe slipped off her shoulder, completely 
exposing her breast and hard nipple.  Barbara stood up and walked with Susan 
into her room. Ian's cock grew rock hard.
     'Well, I guess that ghost girl is on her own' he thought.

     Ace felt more than just the rising and falling device in her ass, she 
felt warm air/liquid start to blow/wash over her naked skin. . .
     She saw space distort in front of her. . .it looked like a white paint 
swirling in tar, then like bands of multi-colors radiating around her, 
swirling and bending, then like an oil slick, blues grays and hints of red 
and pink, speeding past her at insane speeds, shifting to starfields, novas 
blaring and light particles glittering around. . .
     She heard time race by her, the seconds and minutes zipped by like 
insects or raindrops during a car ride.  Hours and days flew by like birds, 
Years and decades lumbered past like opposing traffic or large woodland 
animals, and the sound of a century soared slowly over her, like a 
pterodactyl or a concord jet flying right over.   She lost herself in the 
beauty of the Vortex.  The effect of her orgasm slowly subsided, a sense of 
calm swept over Ace. Her vision blurred and a new sound began to resonate, a 
whispering/yawning noise that started soft, then grew louder.
     The oil slick/starfield canvas of the vortex morphed into the familiar 
roundeled walls, and the cool rushing winds of the vortex slowed and turned 
into warm, cottony sheets.  As Ace fully materialized, her weight sunk into 
the warmest, softest queen size bed she ever felt.  She stretched her limbs, 
to wring out the tenseness in her muscles.  Her hands went up, and into some 
folds in the sheets.  Her hand grazed against what felt at first like the 
edge of a throw pillow. Ace cupped her hand around it, felt its warmth, felt 
a nipple. . .
     'Throw pillows don't have nipples!' She thought with a panic!  Ace 
looked up to see the face of a slumbering woman!  Ace kept very still as she 
scanned the room, and spotted a dressing screen.  She carefully removed her 
hand from the woman's chest, and slowly sat up.  "Mmm?  Whozzat?"
     Ace bolted for the screen, realizing she forgot about the tracker up 
her rear! She hobbled as fast as she could, sat and pulled it wide to give 
her enough cover.  She looked at the woman through a crack between two 
panels.
     She sat up from her bed and scratched her eyes and forehead.  She ran a 
hand through her thick brown hair, which was short on the sides, and amassed 
on the top.  She had piercing eyes and thin lips, a long neck that dove down 
to her topless chest, which displayed a pair of pert, orange sized breasts.  
She smacked her lips, trying to get the morning-breath taste out.
     She got up and plodded over to the dresser, which was right next to the 
screen!  Ace wanted to stay perfectly still, but there was a pressing matter 
to tend to.  The tracker was still in her, and if it stayed there, she'd 
have another orgasm, and at this point she definitely doesn't want to be 
found.  Her heart started to pound, as she got up on her knees.  Going as 
slowly as she could, She propped a hand on the wall, and reached back for 
the tracker.
     She felt the tip, where the on/off button was, but she couldn't get a 
hold of the sides!  She slowly spread her legs, running her knees against 
the smooth ground.  Placing the jewel on the ground, She reached back with 
both hands and spread her buns apart.  She inched her left hand to her 
butthole, and tried to grab at the edges.  Her heart skipped a beat, after 
only succeeded in pushing it in further!  Sweat started to drip all across 
her body, as her conflicts escalated.  If she didn't get the tracker out, 
she'd have another orgasm and be found.  But if she moved too much, she'd 
knock something over and be discovered.  It was a libidinous catch-22, and 
the danger of getting caught was driving Ace wild.  Then a bomb dropped.
     At least it felt like a bomb, the entire room quaked, furniture shook, 
objects rattled off shelves, and. . .!  The screen was tipping over!  Ace 
grasped at it and held it firmly upright, leaving the tracker to it's anal 
business.  Her breath and heartbeat was racing, Ace heard the door open.  
Another woman's voice spoke with urgency.  "Tegan!  Are you all right?"
     High heels ran to the door.  "Yeah, I'm fine, what the bloody hell 
happened?"
     A young man responded this time "something forced it's way into the 
TARDIS! We'd better get to the console room!"
     "You think?" Tegan quipped sarcastically.  "Right, I'm ready, lets go!"
     The quaking stopped shaking the TARDIS, but not inside Ace.  Once the 
footsteps were out of earshot, she pushed the screen down and it banged on 
the floor.  "She had been on the verge of orgasm for the last few minutes, 
and now that threat of being caught was gone, she let the Tracker run it's 
course.  She mashed her breasts and squeezed them as tight as she could 
"Augh, Ah!  AH!  AAHH!"  Her vaginal muscles tensed as her juices spilled 
out her slit and down her leg, forming a puddle on the floor near the jewel.
     A calm washed over her, and walked over to the bed.  'I have to get 
this thing out...' She repeated her attempt from behind the screen, but to 
no avail.  Only one option left.  She stood at the wardrobe, held her hands 
on the sides and spread her legs.  She relaxed every muscle in her body, 
before lowering into a bow-legged stance.  She gripped the sides of the 
wardrobe, held her breath, and pushed as hard as she could.

     The Doctor walked happily through the corridors.  He was singing some 
opera tune (Puccini?) but replacing the lyrics with those from 'Moon River', 
fully translated and conjugated.  He was carrying his completed formula, the 
one that had taken all afternoon to complete.  Now he just had to find Ace.
     After leaving the Master on the Cheetah planet, he started thinking 
about the curse of those poor creatures.  While Ace slept, he looked up the 
Cheetah species up in the Universal Data bank, and couldn't find any.  He 
cross-referenced information he did have with diseases, and came up with 
something that was akin to the vampirism or werewolf factor.  Ace had 
contracted a sort of mental behavior strain or parasite that fed on psychic 
impulses.  It reduced complex human thought into simple instincts, Sleeping, 
eating, surviving. . .
     The formula was the Doctor's own counter strike against the strain.  He 
wanted to tell Ace more, but the preparation for the serum was trying.  The 
chemicals had to be mixed at an exact hot temperature, but in order to 
coalesce together, it needed a cold atmosphere to bond it together.  Once 
that was done, all the molecules were bonded harmoniously together, and it 
was complete.
     The Doctor was getting frustrated.  He went everywhere Ace usually 
goes, but couldn't find her.  He checked the console, which said she was not 
on board.  The TARDIS was still in flight!  He controlled the scanner 
manually, and did some heat sweeps.  He couldn't find any heat traces that 
were even remotely close to a human, but he found one that registered at 
about a 15 on the Ryvvis scale. . . That could only mean one thing, and he 
prayed that he would be wrong, as he ran to the Cloister room.

     Ace was lucky, in many ways.  Having to depend on good old peristalsis, 
it didn't take  long for her to get it out.  Hopefully, she wouldn't have to 
do so again.  She was also lucky to find the bathroom without too much 
trouble.  She turned on the faucet and started to wash the tracker off.  It 
wasn't as bad as she thought it would be, in fact, it didn't smell at all.  
Fortunately, her ass was clean and empty anyway, but it was the principle of 
the matter.  Now officially lost in Time, she needed this thing, and didn't 
want any "butt stuff" clogging it's connections.
     Not that it would matter, it seemed that there were no seams in the 
plastic, no screws or any assembled parts.  It was seven inches long, and 
about four inches around.  It was smooth and shiny black.  It was flat on 
each end, but there were no right angles on the whole thing, the edges were 
slightly rounded.  This was Ace's first real good look at the tracker.  She 
realized that when the Doctor gave it to her, he shoved it right into her 
jacket, not knowing that the next time she was going to use it, she'd be 
shoving it inside of her body.
     Only about five minutes passed since the impact, and she needed to get 
a bearing on where things were.  She turned on the tracker, and a yellow bar 
lit up on one side.  It went up a quarter of the way, and vibrated very 
slowly.  She turned right, and it started to hum louder, and the yellow bar 
grew longer.  She continued in that direction.  She had her trepidations 
about going to the console room, because everyone would be in there.  But if 
she went around searching the TARDIS on her own, she'd get lost and who 
knows what would happen.  It seemed to be her only option.
     She passed Tegan's room, and paused.  She felt like she was forgetting 
something.  She went in and looked around.  She looked at the clothes that 
survived the quake.  Much too small, they looked to small for even Tegan!  
She was about to leave until she spotted the Jewel.  She walked over, not 
sure why it seemed so important, and picked it up and took it with her.
     It started to get unusually cold.    She blew into her hands and  
rubbed her arms, but kept on going.  She regretted not picking up a towel 
from the bathroom.  A colder breeze billowed through the corridor, and the 
frost bit at Ace's naked body.  It was so cold. . . Her nipples were never 
so hard. . . The only warmth she got was from the tracker, so she held it 
between her breasts, and hugged herself.  The tracker vibrated strongly, and 
she looked down and saw the yellow bar extended to the end.  There was a 
steady arctic breeze emanating through the cracks from a door to her left.  
She pushed a little at it with her shoulder and peeked in.
     A young man dressed in a Cricketers uniform was standing at the door, 
shooting a fire extinguisher out the open doors.  The Doctor.  At the 
controls worked a woman with long brown hair, and a boy dressed in a 
colorful uniform with a metal badge fixed to the pocket.  Both busy, both 
shivering.  Tegan seemed to be doing a whole lot of nothing.  "If the impact 
didn't damage anything Doctor, why can't we just close the doors?"
     "Because, Tegan" began the doctor with an exasperated tone, "I want to 
make sure that it doesn't happen again.  And, we have to get the little guy 
out of here.  WE have enough people in this TARDIS already."
     All eyes turned to the Doctor. "What do you mean Doctor? The only thing 
in here is the cold wind from outside!"  The boy piped up.
     "Not wind actually, a creature.  We've landed on Tektas 6, the resident 
life forms are gas based.  This one is an adolescent I think, he's just 
exploring his territory."

     Living creature?  Once the Doctor mentioned it, she realized the gusts 
of wind felt a little more like tentacles, or fingers. . .they brushed 
across Ace's shivering body.  To the creature, it was a caressing touch, but 
to Ace the frigid palpation gave her goose bumps in places she never knew 
existed.  The gusts seemed to swarm around her, but a warmth started to 
emanate from her left hand. . .the jewel!
     Ace relaxed her hold around herself.  The heat from the jewel was just 
enough for her to relax, but the tentacles of the Tektasian kept playing 
across her.  A finger sized tentacle played up and down her back, causing 
her to stand on her toes, and thrust her chest outward.  Two more fingers 
started to play about her granite hard nipples, they felt like ice cubes and 
looked like the eraser end of a pencil.  Kneading  them very slightly, 
right, left, up and down, Ace looked down at her breasts, she couldn't see 
the life form, but she could feel him, and see his work.  Her breasts seemed 
to move by themselves. . .rotating around, pressing into each other, 
pointing away from each other, nipples meeting. . .
     Then it crept to her crotch.  The aliens arctic touch sent shocks to 
her mind, as it just ever so gently touched her sensitive slit, still moist 
from her reentry into time and space from the vortex.  "ahh!" She squeaked.  
She tried to hold her cries. . . "ahh!"  She didn't want to be found. .. 
"ahh!" She looked through the cracks as the Alien continued his frosty 
exploration.

     "What are you doing that for?"  Tegan asked.
     "This carbon Dioxide will eventually lead him out.  They can't resist 
it."
     "So what do you want me to do Doctor?"
     "Oh, well, I've got things under control here, thanks..."  HE picked up 
another fire extinguisher.  The lights dimmed momentarily.  "Nyssa, how are 
the power levels?"
     The quiet brunette focused on the controls.  "I'm having a hard time 
keeping the adjuster stabilized Doctor, I'm trying to compensate now. . ."
     The boy reached over and punched a couple of buttons.  "It's not that 
hard Nyssa. . .I've been taking care of things like this for a while."
     "No need to be condescending Adric, just keep the shields up alright?"  
The Doctor warned.
     "I'm sorry Doctor, But I'd probably get this done faster if I handled 
it myself, She's just a girl..." Nyssa shot him a glare.
     "Look," Tegan said.  "I'm not serving any purpose here, and I'm not 
going to sit here and listen to you two bicker.  Doctor, I'm going to find 
some warmer clothes."
     "No one said you had to stay Tegan." He said impassively.  She walked 
toward the door.

     Battle stations!  Warmer clothes!  All she had to do was follow Tegan 
to the wardrobe!  She hopped back, leaving the chilly erotic cloud.  She 
jogged back down the corridor, glad to get a little more warmth flowing 
though her nude body.  She assumed Tegan would go back the way she came 
from, the right passage way, so Ace quickly took a left instead of a right 
and hid around the next corner.  She peeked around the corner, waiting for 
her to walk down the right passageway, then Ace could follow her to the 
wardrobe room. Tegan walked briskly into view turned, TO THE LEFT, toward 
ACE!
     She spun around and ran as fast as her legs could carry her, breasts 
bobbing up and down and side to side. . .She came to a halt and quickly 
looked at the segment of the hallway: a door (to the right), a corner just 
past the door (also leading to the right), and random junk on the floor, 
boxes, paper bags full of things, some rags by an old ratty velvet curtain. 
. .
      She flipped the curtain to the side and quickly laid down on her back. 
   As she started to pull it back over her, She heard Tegan's high heels 
approaching.  She thought she was safe, until she felt a waft of cool 
airplay across her breast...Which was exposed!  The curtain had a large hole 
in it! She whipped a nearby rag over it, slipped her arm back under and held 
as still as she could.  She heard Tegan's heels clacking even closer.  She 
heard Tegan stop right at near her head, and the nearby door open.  'Home 
free' thought Ace.
     "What in blazes. . .?"  Tegan said, her voice a little too close by for 
Ace's comfort, it sounded like she was kneeling near her.  She felt Tegan 
grab at some of the concealing fabric, and felt the rag covering her breast 
whip off.  Her nipple instantly grew harder, and for an excruciating split 
second, Ace's brain set out the signal for increased heartbeat, to hold the 
breath, and to let  the sweat flow.  Just as Tegan said "Here's where my 
monogrammed handkerchief disappeared to!"  She walked inside and closed the 
door.
     Ace exhaled that stored breath and closed her eyes.  Her heart was 
racing, she felt incredibly hot, despite the chill still lingering in the 
air.  She has been LUDICROUSLY lucky ever since she landed, and hoped that 
she wouldn't dies of a heart attack, before she could get some clothes, and 
somehow get back to her own time.
     Finally having and opportunity, she adjusted the curtain and tried to 
recollect what has been happened in and around her.  She was masturbating in 
front of that Time scanner back in her time.  When she reached orgasm, she 
was suddenly in the time that was on the screen.  She was watching the 
couple, Ian was giving Barbara anal sex, and she stuck the tracker in her 
ass, the door opened, she had a hard time remembering exactly what happened 
next.  She grabbed a jewel that was lying around, she was running, and then 
she had another orgasm, somehow propelling her into the vortex!  As absurd 
as it sounded, the tracker and the Jewel took her through time... but it 
felt different the second time...the jewel spoke to her. . .It felt 
different the second time, more like a complete journey. . .The first time 
it happened like a bat of an eyelash. . .But she orgasmed again in Tegan's 
room, with the tracker, but she didn't jump through space...Ace's head 
started to throb. . .The more she thought, the more it hurt.  Ace was 
hungry, and. . .
     "OOOhhhh, Oh yeah. . ." came Tegan's voice from the room.  Ace pulled 
the curtain down to her shoulders, and listened carefully.   "Oh, Mmmmmm"  
She heard a voice coo from the room, as she pulled the curtain down off her 
hot body.  She picked up the Jewel and the Tracker and crept to the door.  
Gone were the concerns and worries about her own time.  A new drive took 
over.

     The Doctor approached the door to the Zero room, where the heart of the 
TARDIS Internal Temporal Scanner was located.  He rebuilt the room and 
installed the terminal while in his 6th Incarnation.  After the trial, he 
meditated in here, using the terminal to observe decisions he made in the 
past.  To reflect on good and evil, and where his decisions took him, and 
where he stood in the grand scheme of things in the Universe.  It was a 
quiet time of his life.
     He entered the room and walked briskly tot the terminal.  Aces clothes 
were strewn about, but she was nowhere to be seen.  His hearts beat quickly 
with worry in his chest. Vaporized?  No, her clothes would have gone too. . 
. Biological eradication?  No, that always leaves a stink. . .He looked at 
the controls, they were back about five hundred years!  The image displayed 
an empty bedroom, no sign of anyone.
     He hooked his umbrella in his jacket pocket and pushed the chair out of 
the way.  He pushed the slider all the way to the latest point in time, and 
turned the dial until it monitored the Zero room.  The camera was from above 
the top of the terminal, looking down at the seat.  Ace was completely 
naked, masturbating furiously with the tracker.  He saw himself fiddling 
with the controls.  He moved the slider a fraction to the right and, and put 
his hand on his chin.
     Ace was masturbating furiously, eyes fixated on the screen.  The Doctor 
was rather surprised.  He expected something somewhat gruesome or terrible 
to be happening.  His hearts slowed to a more calm pace.  But then he saw 
something he didn't like.  Ace quickened her pace, closed her eyes then came 
all over the console.  Then there was a crackle of energy and a flash of 
bright light.  Then she was gone.
     He looked at the screen with shock.  He removed his hat and thought as 
hard as he could.  He hasn't seen anything like this before.  He 
absent-mindedly went to put his hat on the top of the monitor, but a spark 
caught it and set a little fire on it.  The Doctor, startled, looked at the 
top of the terminal.  There was a tiny point of light, no bigger than a 
grain of sand, but twinkling like a star in the sky.  He reached a finger 
toward it, and it spat out a spark at him.  It didn't hurt, but it did what 
it could to keep him away.
     He knew who did this.  He's worked with him before.  He's guarded the 
Key to Time, and warned him of peril and treason but someone under the 
influence of evil.  He's always worked in mysterious ways, and his hints 
always kept him guessing to the very end, even in this persona.  But one 
question nagged at him. . . why did the White Guardian kidnap Ace?

     Tegan was standing in front of a large stand up mirror.  She was 
completely naked, running her fingers up and down her slim athletic curves.  
She he hovered her hands over her pert breasts, occasionally lowering a 
finger to brush against a nipple.  They were getting incredibly hard, and 
For some reason, Tegan was getting incredibly turned on.
     She thought of the Doctor, standing in the open doorway of the TARDIS, 
standing stoically, aiming his...fire extinguisher out the door, mist and 
carbon dioxide billowing and flowing around him.  His golden blond hair blew 
romantically about his face.  He looked to her and smiled.
     Tegan's index fingers were tracing her aureoles slowly, and she closed 
her eyes and cooed.  She planted her legs farther apart and swayed her hips 
slowly side to side.  She took her mental image of the Doctor and flew with 
it.
     He held his pose, as Tegan walked up and pressed her body against him.  
The heat of her body evaporated the Doctor's clothes. . .except for his 
Celery, which Tegan took and ran her tongue all along it.  The Doctor looked 
down at her with those gorgeous blue eyes, and she slid the Celery in and 
out of her mouth. She slowly pulled it out; a little saliva thread still 
connected her tongue with the crisp vegetable.  The Doctor lowered his face 
to Tegans.

     Ace watched Tegan slink about in front of the mirror, spreading her 
vagina in front of the mirror.  She was getting hotter than before, her own 
pussy was getting all tingly, and dripping.  She didn't want to work it, she 
just wanted to watch the beauty play with herself in front of the mirror.

     Tegan's mind was a torrent of passion.
     The Doctor held her in his strong arms, and kissed her passionately.  
Their mouths were a steamy exchange of lust.  She reached her hands and felt 
his behind.  She separated from his mouth, and knelt down.  Her imagination 
ran wild, and she saw the longest cock she had ever laid eyes on.  It was 
impossibly long, but the haze clouded her vision and couldn't tell.
     She took it in her hand and licked it from the root all the way to the 
tip.  It started to throb and grow harder.  She wrapped her mouth around the 
tip of his mushroom , and slid her tongue all around it.  Tegan began to bob 
up and down on the Doctor's delicious candy cane, when it slid out of her 
mouth, and out of her hand.  The Doctor picked her up with his powerful arms 
and flipped her.
     Before she knew it, The Doctor was holding her by her waist, upside 
down, and working his tongue into her sweet gash.  She responded in full, by 
grabbing his cock again and going down (up?) on the Doctor.  She ravaged his 
Cock with a voracious appetite, bobbing her head back and forth at an 
astounding speed.  "Oh, Tegan. . ." The Doctor whispered in his low voice.
     The Doctors' tongue was even more impossible than his tool, Tegan felt 
it diving down deep inside and snaking around. . .it sometimes felt like it 
was two places at once!  She took his rod out his her mouth and rested it on 
her chin.  She looked up and went at his testicles.  The hung down loosely, 
like golf balls in a segment of pantyhose.  She ran her tongue down the 
underside of his shaft, down to the root, and down the loose hanging flesh 
to the meaty hanging lumps.  She pulled the left sack in her mouth with her 
agile tongue and proceeded to polish it.
She let if drop, already dripping with her saliva, and worked on the other 
one.  She switched between both sacks until she felt them slowly fill with 
cum.  soon they were full, the skin no longer loose, now full of Gallifreyan 
goo all for her.  She kissed his testicles.  "Oh Tegan!"
     She resumed her sucking on the Doctors monster erection.  He stopped 
eating her out.  All she felt up there was his hot breath on her pussy.  
"Oh! Tegan!"  She smiled inwardly, she had his full attention.  She created 
a suction on his long thin cock, and sped up her fellating. "Oh Tegan!"
     She wrapped her legs around the Doctor's head and shoulders, not 
tightly, just enough to keep her balance as she let go of his ass.  He 
compensated for her and held onto her waist more tightly.  She swung like a 
pendulum on his cock, every time she swung into him, his testicles smacked 
her in the eyes.  She laughed (then realized how difficult that was) and 
just resumed humming instead.  "Oh, TEGAN!"
     She resorted to her neck for her thrusts on his cock, and sped up her 
bobbing speed.  She could feel how tense it was, and prepared for her grand 
finale.  She slid to the tip of his cock, and loosened up her throat 
muscles.  She started her decent slowly, her tongue running wild along the 
Doctor as she pushed further down.  She could feel it twitch in her mouth, 
about ready to let it all out.  She took the Doctor entire length inside of 
her mouth, and it dove as deep as her throat.  "OH TEGAN!!"
     Tegan shook her head and hummed in passion as the Doctor's cock spasms 
strongly, shooting warm sticky globules of cum at such a velocity they shot 
right to her stomach.  She shook her head more, the Doctor's deep-rooted 
member squirming around her in her mouth and throat.  It shot again, and 
again, and Tegan pulled off it and let it anoint her chest.  Long thick 
strands of cum splashed on her chest, dripped around the curvature of her 
inverted breasts.  The cum continued upward, up between her breasts, up her 
neck and up to her mouth, she licked it and then moved back the Doctor's 
penis to clean up. . .

     "Oh Tegan?" The Doctor's voice was calm and curious.  Tegan snapped 
back to the real world and slipped on her cum, landing on the mirror with a 
thud.  It started to topple over as she squealed.  She scrambled up and 
prevented it's decent, and propped it back up.  "Tegan, are you all right?"  
She heard the door open.
     Her breasts bounced wildly as she sprinted to the door, and slammed it 
shut.  "Ow!  TEGAN!" She spotted a shirt and slipped it on, managing the 
buttons as quickly as possible.  and opened the door.  The Doctor was 
holding his nose with a surprised look on his face.
     "I'm so sorry Doctor. . . Are you all right?"
     He waved a hand "It's all right Tegan, I've had worse injuries. . .I 
just came to tell you that Adric Nyssa and I got the Tektasian out.  It took 
some doing, but we, I say, you didn't find anything I take it?"
     Tegan  blushed "Oh, well, no not really, nothing quite in my EEP!"  She 
glanced down and saw that the shirt only came down to just below her 
midriff!  Her wet pussy was still exposed!  'Rabbits!  That shirt *looked* 
long enough!'  "Oh, well, I, uh,"  She stammered for a moment before 
slamming the Door in the Doctor's face.  He smiled and continued down the 
hallway.

     Ace kept her back flat on the wall, arms stretched out, palms against 
the wall, looking to the hallway where she'd spent the last few moments, 
watching Tegan and masturbating with the tracker.  Even after she told 
herself to keep it clean, she stupidly gets it all slicked up again.  Her 
eyes widened and she froze.
     The Doctor walked right to the corner and stopped!  The Pico seconds 
were like hours.  'All he has to do it turn his head a little to his right 
and he'd see me!'  Her heart raced.  She took in a deep breath and held it.  
She didn't make a single move, with the exception of her nipples, throbbing 
and begging for attention.  The Doctor put a hand to his nose, looked at his 
hand and spun on his heel and went back the way he came.
     She gathered her two possessions and waited for Tegan to leave the 
wardrobe.  A moment later, she scuttled out in her high heels, and strutted 
away.  Ace walked without fear the wardrobe room.
     It was like a costume shop and a department store had a baby that was 
torn apart by a tornado.  She started to rummage through the clothes, trying 
to find something that would fit. Garment after garment flew off the 
hangars:  a red and white striped pair of overalls, a mod multicolored 
miniskirt, A tiny little Leather swimsuit, with pouches strapped to it (Ace 
considered for a moment then passed). . .She passed along two dozen garments 
until she came across something familiar.  It was gray, had a small silver 
chain clipped on it's lapel, and hand a paisley scarf shoved in it's pocket. 
  The Doctor's coat.
     Her Doctor's coat, before he changed to he present dark brown one.  She 
took it off it's hangar put it on and hugged herself.  It wasn't as warm as 
her bomber jacket, but it made her comfortable.  More important that 
comfort, she could finally stop carrying around her things with her hands 
only!  She wiped the tracker off with the handkerchief, and put it in an 
inside pocket.  She picked up the Jewel and looked at it.  The sparkles were 
dancing inside it, but it seemed to try to talk to her.  It wanted to tell 
her something.  She tried to think of things the Doctor told her once. . 
.About life in many forms. . .
     All the though in her mind became fuzzy and hard to distinguish.  She 
hypnotized herself by the Jewels sparkle, and lost herself in it.  A wave of 
passion washed over her.  She sat down on a nearby chair and breathed 
heavily.  She spread her legs wide and stroked herself.  and saw things in 
her mind.

     Blonde pubic hair intertwined with Black pubic hair The girls grinded 
and pumped against each other, never losing speed, for almost an eternity.  
They laid flat on their back, pushed together with such force their pelvises 
were in elevated off the mattress a few inches.  They gyrated at a faster 
speed and it happened.  They both arched their back as they came in unison.  
Two white water rivers of cum poured out of the two teenaged lover's vaginas 
and crashed in the center.  A veritable geyser of human and Gallifreyan 
juices erupted high above the lovers.  It cam splashing down on two rising 
and falling chests, which were busy both catching breath and laughing in 
pure unadulterated joy.  The girls mustered up enough strength to crawl 
together and knot themselves in a lover's embrace.  They fell asleep in each 
other's arms.

     Ace saw that memory end, and had an orgasm.  The showed her more. . .

     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. . .
     "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...

     Ace orgasmed wildly. . .she could actually feel what she saw earlier, 
what Barbara felt, what Ian felt, all at the same time. . .The jewel didn't 
stop...

     Tegan resorted to her neck for her thrusts on his cock, and sped up her 
bobbing speed.  She could feel how tense it was, and prepared for her grand 
finale.  She slid to the tip of his cock, and loosened up her throat 
muscles.  She started her decent slowly, her tongue running wild along the 
Doctor as she pushed further down.  She could feel it twitch in her mouth, 
about ready to let it all out.  She took the Doctor entire length inside of 
her mouth, and it dove as deep as her throat.  "OH TEGAN!!"
     Tegan shook her head and hummed in passion as the Doctor's cock spasmed 
strongly, shooting warm sticky globules of cum at such a velocity they shot 
right to her stomach.  She shook her head more, the Doctor's deep-rooted 
member squirming around her in her mouth and throat.  It shot again, and 
again, and Tegan pulled off it and let it anoint her chest.  Long thick 
strands of cum splashed on her chest, dripped around the curvature of her 
inverted breasts.  The cum continued upward, up between her breasts, up her 
neck and up to her mouth, she licked it and then moved back the Doctor's 
penis to clean up. . .

     Ace arched her back and came wildly. . . 'So that's what she was 
thinking!'  She looked to the Jewel, wanting more, but she saw something 
else. . .Her reflection. . .With burning yellow eyes, glowing with an animal 
lust.  She heard a deep, grating laugh, she knew she heard it from somewhere 
before. . . A dark form materialized in front of her. . .
     The room went cold, Ace was frightened, but her body didn't respond. It 
kept fingering her pussy. . .Her body was not doing what she wanted. . ."Is 
this what you want, girl?" his voice scratched at Ace's confidence, 
whittling it away to nothing.  His voice was more terrifying than Fenric, 
colder than the air in that accursed house outside Perivale.
     "If this is what you want then by all means, CUM!" He laughed his 
chilling laugh. . .his laugh invaded every facet of Ace's psyche, taunting 
her, unsettling her. . .Her hand throttled away on her clitoris, Ace felt 
another orgasm coming on, but she knew she shouldn't do it . . .

     Adric was walking back to his room after a most interesting session in 
the TARDIS library.  He heard a noise coming from the wardrobe.  He opened 
the door to see a young woman, masturbating in a heated fervor, but looking 
as if she was trapped in a high speed transport gong off a cliff!  He'd 
never even saw this girl before, but she looked like she was in pain.  The 
room was cold as ice, was she a ghost?  He walked to her and put a hand on 
her shoulder.  "Miss!  Miss!  are you all right?"

     Ace's eyes shot from the jewel and looked at the young man.  What her 
hands were doing was erotic, but her eyes showed nothing but terror. She 
looked at the young man, and hallucinated.  Tall scarecrow-like silver 
giants grew from the ground and grabbed him by each limb.  The young man 
struggled and yelled in pain, as the entire room grew hot, hotter than the 
gates of Hell, The young man screamed as his body was burned up in reentry.

     "ALL WILL PERISH GIRL. . .YOU CANNOT STOP IT. . .SO DO IT!"

     For the first time in her life Ace screamed.  The room became a tempest 
of electricity, fire and wind.

     Adric shielded his eyes from the flash, and stumbled backwards.  He 
looked back at the chair, where The mysterious girl was sitting, and only 
saw a blue Jewel.

End Part two:  Close Calls.

Next:  Artificial Stimulation