The DOCTOR WHO fucks

The TARDIS shuddered, a metallic groan echoing through the console room as it was buffeted by another volley of energy blasts. The Doctor wrestled with the controls, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Blast it all," he muttered, glancing at the scanner screen. The image displayed was unnerving: a sleek, obsidian-black ship, shaped like a predatory manta ray, pulsed with an ominous red glow. Its surface bristled with weapon emplacements, each one trained relentlessly on his time machine. "A matriarchy, of all things," he mused, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Never thought I'd be chased across the cosmos by a squadron of space Valkyries." The ship, emblazoned with a stylized symbol of a winged woman, gained rapidly, its powerful engines leaving trails of shimmering ion particles in their wake. He knew, with a sinking feeling, that he couldn't outrun them forever. This wasn't just a pursuit; it was a hunt.

He threw the TARDIS into a sharp dive, hoping to use the gravitational pull of a nearby gas giant to shake his pursuers. The ship groaned in protest as it plunged through the swirling, multicolored atmosphere, the console sparking intermittently. Outside, the viewscreen was a kaleidoscope of vibrant hues – emerald greens, sapphire blues, and fiery oranges – all swirling in a chaotic dance. He risked a glance at the scanner. The manta-ray ship was still on his tail, somehow managing to navigate the turbulent atmosphere with unnerving precision. They were like hounds on a scent, their determination unwavering.

Suddenly, a tractor beam, a shimmering beam of cerulean light, shot out from the pursuing vessel, ensnaring the TARDIS. The time machine lurched violently, throwing the Doctor against the console. Alarms blared, red lights flashing, and the familiar hum of the TARDIS faltered, replaced by a low, ominous thrum. He tried to fight the tractor beam, desperately pulling levers and flipping switches, but it was no use. The pull was too strong. He was being reeled in, like a fish on a line.

Within moments, the TARDIS was pulled into the belly of the manta-ray ship, coming to rest in a vast, hangar-like bay. The bay doors hissed shut, sealing them inside. The Doctor braced himself, knowing that his capture was imminent he set a timer for something his tardis. The airlock hissed open, and a contingent of women in sleek, black armor marched into the bay. Their faces were stern, their expressions resolute. They carried energy rifles that crackled with power. Their leader, a tall, imposing woman with silver hair pulled back in a tight bun, stepped forward. Her eyes, sharp and intelligent, fixed on the Doctor. "Doctor," she said, her voice cool and commanding, "you are under arrest."

The Doctor stood tall, his eyes flashing with defiance as he faced the stern woman in black. "Arrest me?" he scoffed, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips. "I think you'll find that's rather difficult when I'm not actually subject to your laws or jurisdiction." He gestured grandly at the TARDIS, its blue police box exterior gleaming despite the ominous surroundings. "This ship is bigger on the inside than it looks, and my people have been traversing time and space for far longer than your matriarchy has existed."

The silver-haired leader narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening on her rifle. "You may have evaded us thus far," she growled, "but we've tracked your temporal signature across multiple galaxies. Your luck has run out." She signaled to her armored entourage with a curt nod. They moved to surround him, their weapons trained menacingly.

Undaunted, the Doctor raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Temporal signature, you say? Fascinating. You must have some rather impressive technology. Though I must confess," he added, leaning forward conspiratorially, "tracking a Time Lord is a bit like trying to catch smoke with a sieve. We tend to… well, let's just say we're rather good at being elusive."

But before he could elaborate, several of the armored women raised their weapons, and a network of shimmering energy bars materialized around him, forming a cage. He tested the bars with a cautious touch, a slight tingle running through his fingertips. "Oh, very clever," he remarked, inspecting the intricate energy field. "A quantum containment field, perhaps? Efficient, but hardly original."

The silver-haired commander stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Originality is not our priority, Doctor. Containment is." She turned and addressed one of the guards, a young woman with sharp features and a determined gaze. "Guardina Lysandra, you will oversee his confinement. Ensure he remains… comfortable."

Lysandra nodded curtly and took up her post outside the energy cage. The other guards dispersed, leaving the Doctor alone with his captor. The commander gave him one last, steely look before turning and striding away.

A few hours passed in tense silence. The Doctor paced within his energy prison, examining the bars from every angle, muttering to himself about frequencies and oscillations. Finally, Lysandra approached, carrying a tray of what appeared to be nutrient paste and a beaker of some viscous liquid.

"Your sustenance, Doctor," she said, her voice devoid of warmth. She slid the tray through a small opening in the energy field.

The Doctor eyed the meal with a grimace. "Nutrient paste? How… unimaginative. I was rather hoping for something with a bit more… zest. Perhaps a Jaffa cake? Or a nice bit of fish and chips?" He picked up the beaker and sniffed it cautiously. "And what is this? It smells vaguely of engine oil and disappointment."

Lysandra's lips twitched into a rare, almost imperceptible smile. "It's a protein supplement. Designed to maintain optimal physical condition. Though I doubt it will be of much use to you in your current state."

"Oh, I wouldn't be so sure," the Doctor replied, taking a small sip of the concoction and wincing. "One never knows when a burst of energy might be required. Besides," he added, his eyes twinkling mischievously, "a healthy mind resides in a healthy body, or so they say. And I have a great deal of thinking to do."

Lysandra leaned against the control panel, her arms crossed. "Thinking about what, Doctor? Your escape?"

"Among other things," he said, placing the beaker down. "I'm also contemplating the inherent flaws in your societal structure, the questionable aesthetics of your uniform design, and the rather limited selection on your menu. Though I must admit," he added, his gaze meeting hers, "you yourself are a rather… striking example of your species."

Lysandra's expression hardened. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Doctor."

A low hum began to emanate from the TARDIS, a familiar thrum that vibrated through the hangar bay. Lysandra, startled, turned towards the blue box, her hand instinctively going to her energy rifle. The hum intensified, building into a resonant drone that seemed to shake the very foundations of the ship. The energy bars surrounding the Doctor began to flicker, the shimmering field distorting and wavering.

"What's happening?" Lysandra demanded, her voice laced with concern. She glanced at the control panel, but no alarms were sounding. The readings were all normal, yet the energy field was clearly malfunctioning.

Suddenly, with a sharp crackle, a surge of electromagnetic energy pulsed outwards from the TARDIS, washing over the hangar bay. The energy bars surrounding the Doctor dissolved instantly, leaving him standing free. At the same moment, a wave of unexpected energy swept through the female soldiers, causing them to gasp and clutch at their heads. A collective moan rippled through the bay, a strange chorus of involuntary sounds.

"Mhh… oh…" Lysandra herself staggered, her eyes widening in confusion and a strange, unfamiliar sensation coursing through her. She felt a flush of heat rising in her cheeks, a tingling sensation spreading through her body. She looked around at her fellow guards, and saw similar expressions of bewilderment and… arousal? Their breathing was becoming heavy, their faces flushed, and they were making soft, involuntary sounds of pleasure.

The Doctor, meanwhile, looked around with a mixture of amusement and concern. "Ah, yes," he said, dusting off his jacket. "The old temporal release valve. Bit of a failsafe, really. Tends to generate a rather… potent electromagnetic pulse. Seems to have had some rather… unexpected side effects on your physiology." He raised an eyebrow, taking in the scene before him. "My apologies. I didn't realize it would be quite so… stimulating."

The Doctor stood there, his sonic screwdriver in hand, and with a flick of his wrist, he increased the arousal of the female soldiers. They moaned louder, their bodies trembling with desire. He then dropped his pants, revealing his seven-inch penis, which hung limply at first but soon began to swell and pulse with anticipation. Lysandra gasped, "What the hell are you doing to us?"

"I've come to save you from your virginity," he replied, his voice deep and commanding.

Other soldiers rushed in, their leader pointing an energy beam gun at him. "Stop this immediately!" she shouted, but the Doctor simply flicked his sonic screwdriver again, rendering the weapon ineffective. "Now, who's going to be the first?" he asked, increasing the intensity of his sonic screwdriver.

One by one, the soldiers dropped their weapons and fell to their knees, moaning and squirting uncontrollably. As time passed, Lysandra found herself drawn to the throbbing member before her. She approached cautiously, her eyes wide with curiosity and lust. She reached out a trembling hand to touch it, feeling its warmth and firmness beneath her fingertips. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the tip before she took it into her mouth, sucking eagerly.

The Doctor groaned, his hands running through her long, silky hair as she took him deeper into her mouth. His arousal grew, and he thrust slightly, demanding more. Lysandra obliged, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock as she bobbed her head up and down, her moans muffled by his flesh.

The Doctor positioned himself behind Lysandra, his cock throbbing with need. He thrust into her wet, tight pussy, groaning as he felt her walls clench around him. He fucked her doggy style, his pace quickening as she moaned and cried out in pleasure. The other soldiers watched in awe, their own arousal growing as they watched her being taken by the Doctor.

As Lysandra reached her climax, her body shaking with ecstasy, the Doctor switched positions, lifting her up into a cowgirl position. She wrapped her legs around him, moaning even louder as he thrust into her from behind. "Yes, yes, yessss," she screamed, her body trembling with each thrust.

The other soldiers continued to moan and moan, some even starting to masturbate and scissor each other. The Doctor smiled, knowing he had them all under his spell now. He pointed his sonic screwdriver at the TARDIS, and suddenly, his clones materialized around them. "Don't worry, everyone will have me today," he said, his voice deep and commanding.

He then turned to their leader, who was still moaning and squirming beneath him. "You really thought you were catching me?" he asked, his eyes filled with mischief. He sucked her pussy dry, making her moan even more as he continued to fuck the other soldier.

The orgy continued, the room filled with the sounds of moans, groans, and the slapping of flesh against flesh. The Doctor moved from one woman to the next, fucking them all with relentless passion, driving them all to their breaking points. As he fucked the last soldier, he felt himself reaching his own climax. He pulled out, aiming his cock at the wall behind them, and released his seed, painting it with his seed. Then He wore his pants. and then left them.