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Odyssey Ch. 01

By: LeopoldNicholas



Chapter 01: Beginnings

"It seemed such a simple idea. We had the technology, the holding facilities and the will. Simply remove the evil, the monster, the cancer from society and keep the species Homo sapiens safe from predators. For eons all had gone to plan, the secure holding cells had filled with the dregs of humanity and the planet earth rotated bereft of its vilest inhabitants. Then came that terrible war, the conflict that would hold existences very survival in the balance. In the end there was but one solution, the complete obliteration of two races to ensure a universes survival." 

He was old. Perhaps fifty, perhaps sixty, gray at the temples and face lined with the passage of time. His costume was dated, a strange mix of nineteenth and twentieth century fashions haphazardly thrown together to create a somehow timeless appearance. 

"I opened the box myself. Pushed aside the lid and let out the fifth dimension. Strange to see everything you know and love dissipate into nowhere. It all still exists, inside an atom, hidden behind a mirror's reflective face. Not being unable to touch or see familiarity is eternally tantalizing, knowing it is just outside my peripheral vision yet however fast I turn my head it will still be beyond sight."

We had met online. Saw an ad on Craig's that really intrigued so decided to reply. He was funny, downright hilariously eccentric and being geeky myself I was hooked from the start. Hatter he called himself, the Mad Hatter. Wouldn't tell me his real name, said nobody knew it, he had almost forgotten himself, which seemed strange, but everything about him was odd, unbelievable, yet vaguely familiar like a half remembered dream.

"In that very last moment the barriers collapsed. Creatures that should have been locked away for eternity released into the wormholes of time and space to reappear randomly and unfettered in the past and future. It was my action that caused their release and my responsibility to hunt them to extinction."

Strange to see a man who had within his grasp the loftiest scientific knowledge struggle with a machine of almost simplistic design, his fingers struggling to hit the keyboard in order to produce any coherent pattern.

"We have voice activated software available now you know Hatter."

"But you never know who might be listening."

I waited for a grin, none came. Hatter was inclined to make remarks like that, short casual statements that weighed far more than their obvious poundage. Always the bigger picture he had said once, ever deeper and more obscure. 

"Who exactly are you looking for?"

"River. I know she is here somewhere. "

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The yard was dark and dank. Rain had fallen continuously since the previous eve and the air was still heavy with moisture that transferred to our clothes to run in rivulets as we crept forwards towards the one lighted window. Hatter seemed unusually agitated. I had become use to the animated gestures and constant flickering expressions but somehow this excitement was tinged with a dark shade I found disturbing. For once the dark spectacles had been laid aside and his eyes had taken on the piercing concentration of the owl as it hunts on moonless nights. He gestured for me to stop and as always my body reacted to his will immediately. The control he held me under was mystifying. There had never been a conversation, no words that could be referenced in moments of doubt or contradiction, simply the trust that what he wished was always for the best, ever mindful of my care and protection. That he never asked for my assent or cooperation was not from an assumption of superiority, neither from some scheme to show me the subservience of my being, rather it flowed from a responsibility he took without question or personal concern and it made me safe and secure within his compass. 

Carefully, from the extreme edge he peered inside. Looking first to the left, then adjusting his eye line sufficiently to see forwards and right he scanned every atom. At first all seemed well and his visage show little reaction to any stimulus. Then something caught his eyes and they narrowed, focused minutely. I heard the inhalation of a breath distinct and different from others, heavy with emotion, weighted with the spice of sadness. 

He shifted side ways and leaned heavily against the bricked wall, then slowly sank to rest sitting on his haunches, elbows hard against his knees. I waited, patiently, trustingly, knowing that the moment he needed me I would be aware. There was a look I had learned, an expression so subtle as to be indistinguishable to any other but to me it cried, help. The moment lasted, dragged out as if the very hands of time had stopped and then without warning his head shook violently and he sprang upwards. The window was smashed with one blow of his fist, glass shattering and flying inwards to fall in a wild crescent across the inner floor. He was inside in a flash and once more giving me the look of stillness disappeared from my view.

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I really don't know how it happened. We were talking, quietly, deeply, the way we always seemed to be, then he kissed me. I was shocked. Not unpleasantly, I had often wondered what his touch would be like, fantasized about the spark that might ignite. But the reality was so much more, not at all like the kisses I had felt before, not timid or forceful, somehow his lips enclosed my whole being in a caress so deep and complete I found myself just wanting to drown in that very moment. He looked at me, probed deep into my own eyes with a soul I knew was ancient as time itself and I felt myself burst forth, like a butterfly from its chrysalis, to be complete for the first time. He was strong yet strangely gentle as he lifted me in his arms to lay me on the great platform he used for rest. 

I had never seen him sleep but knew he must, all sentient creatures need to dream and Timelords were no exception. The firmness of the mattress felt different, supporting yet yielding to my shape, seeming to mold to my needs with perfect reflection. He had tried to explain so often that all within the TARDIS was instilled with unique life force but to my inexperienced perceptions each proof still filled me with awe. 

I waited, wondering what would happen, not sure if I was ready to depart on this journey to the stars. He kissed me again and I knew, felt the moistness between my thighs that told its own truth. He seemed so at ease. Chatting between embraces, seemingly waiting till my body was almost burning wild and free then perfectly controlling the conflagration with practiced mouth to keep the flames bright and strong.

He was smiling as he talked, lips curled constantly in a line of happiness and my soul soared. Absently mindedly he began trying to straighten my dress. The petticoats looked so cute standing but now laying they sprung upwards to create a slope between my waist and the hem. Was it an accident that his hand brushed against my naked knee? It seemed as if it must be, the play straightening continued accompanying with the conversation without pause. There, he touched me again. Very softly, but this time I knew it was no accident. The eyes twinkled a little brighter and the corners wrinkled almost imperceptibly.

How should I react? I wanted to show my feelings but to be too obvious would seem far too disrespectful and cheap. I waited, trying not to hold my breathe, the anticipation knotting my stomach and increasing the damp heat in my panties exponentially. Then it happened, the third touch and minimally I allowed my knees to part and sighed almost incoherently. The hand stayed, palm pressed warm against the skin, burning me, branding as surely as an iron heated to cherry red.

"Something seems out of place."

His hand was gently touching my knee, fingers probing inquisitively.

"Better take a look." 

I wanted to say NO, just touch me please Hatter, please let me feel your caress, I beg you, anywhere, everywhere.

He was sitting astride my leg, hands either side of my knee. The intensity of the scrutiny amazed, I could feel his vision striping away flesh and cartilage, exposing muscle and bone to his minute inspection. He gracefully lifted my knee, flexed it slowly and steadily, checked for sideways play in the core of the joint, then satisfied let it let it lay once more between his thighs. 

"Quite the perfect piece of skeletal articulation!"

He was smiling a new smile. Somehow knowing, as if a joke had been played and only he knew its consequence.

"And the cutest dimples too!"

Without warning he bent and planted a resounding kiss on my knee, then regaining his upright position grinned widely as the ever present Cheshire cat. I blushed, I swear I turned into a tomato, my knees parted like the waters of the Nile under Moses instruction and my cervix descended to my urethra to dance a wild tarantella. 

"The kiss seemed to do the trick then."

He kissed the other dimpled knee, or more precisely the lower thigh just above and to the inside. I swear my kitty meowed in pleasure. The next kiss moved a little higher and I giggled. Yes giggled like a stupid schoolgirl who knew no better. He didn't stop, in fact I felt the tip of his tongue move gently upwards slowly, too slowly dammit it. My thighs had parted utterly; any thought of modesty had vanished with the rapidly growing wet crotch of my wafer thin panties. So aroused had I become that without a thought I grasped the hem of my dress with both hands and pulled it unceremoniously to my chest. His head popped up momentarily with such a wicked grin I nearly peed myself with pure excitement.

Oh yes, the tongue touched my swollen hood and moved downwards to press the dampened silk deep into my labia. I purred, almost lost myself momentarily before gaining enough control to stop climaxing immediately. 

"Don't cum, wait till I tell you."

The words dribbled like warm honey across my body. He was taking me, controlling me, owning me. Reaching down my hands found his head and fingers curled into the strands of his graying peppered mane. He reached up took my wrists and spread them wide, holding then fast against the comforter. I was in paradise.

My panties were soaked, penetrated from one side by the ample saliva spread as his mouth traveled knowingly and equally heavily laden on the interior from my own abundant outpouring. 

Finally he drew them to one side and penetrated my liquid interior with linguistic delight, taking me to new and loftier levels of ecstasy. I wanted to tell him so much but my words stuck like feathers in my throat unable to escape the rapture that held me suspended in dumb oblivion. My gasps perhaps were sound enough for his fingers curled to intertwine with mine as the tongue drove piston like into my velvet sheath. My abdomen was tight, muscles holing hard against the almost overwhelming need for release yet still the crescendo rose unabated in my core. Momentarily all movement stopped, leaving me perched tiptoe upon the precipice with nothing to hold me but the insistence of his wish planted carefully in my soul.

"Now my beloved companion, let go now as never before!"

The flood gates opened. Womb and urethra gushing forth like burst reservoirs to flood all in their path. Eyes and mouth wide open, a silent scream frozen in time as my hands gripped his lest I be washed away.

Odyssey Ch. 02



Chapter 2 The Nuclear Option

This second incarnation of the Hatter, there is conundrum indeed. Nothing has prepared me, no one has forewarned me, suddenly alone without friend or family in an endless ocean of time. The physics I understand, had I not been blessed with the best education, the foremost teachers, but no degree of learning could prepare my soul for the emptiness of a solitary journey through eternity. 

December two thousand thirteen, the scent of snow was in the air. The world had been rocked by one natural disaster after another and I was feeling lonely. 

Survival seems an accomplishment when the one of two choices and I had attained that goal, ripped myself from the path of self destruction that beckoned so seductively and chosen confinement within this prison instead. The decision was made on the roll of a dice. I would like to claim a modicum of interest as to the outcome but in all honesty my essence's balance continued purely by chance without particular desire either way. To continue theorizing esthetically was as much an anathema to me as finality but in respect to my society's ethics I felt some obligation to lay that decision at an independent door rather than to be pointedly omnipotent. The dice showed six and in respect to such overwhelming odds I grudgingly decided to take another breathe.

Companions had always been a weakness. Choice was not my strong point, attracted easily by look or sentiment I seldom made decisions based on anything but chance and gut reaction, neither diagnostically proved to inspire confidence in the fullness of time. She was the eighth I had allowed into my being, permitted to feed more of my true nature than just physical craving or intellectual boredom. I had initially considered just using her for momentary amusement but that particular string had reached such lengthy proportions that another dalliance seemed totally pointless. Sexual release has never been a necessity for me, ejaculation a decided second to the immense pleasure found in the total sating of my partners senses. Indeed my only reason for the production of precious seed was as the final overwhelming act to cement utter submission.

She was defenseless. Her last climax had seemed to lift her body clear of all connection with the duvet to hover weightless as fluid poured from her orifices with uncontrollable force to gather in a glistening pool between her parted thighs. I drank as she came, imbibed her essence ravenously and felt life fill me anew. The swollen lips of her labia lay open and pulsing with the unrepentant force of her release. My fingertips traced their luxuriant contours marveling at the texture of velveteen opulescence. She stirred a little, barely conscious still but aware enough of my touch to release a deep sigh. Suddenly I felt the need to take her. Fill the wanton core of her being with my presence. I shuddered and in that momentarily loss of composure knew the perfect symmetry of celestial conjunction. 

My first companion seems like a dream now. Memories of her smell and touch nudge at me from deep within my soul but real recollections are separated by the passage of too much time. It was my first metamorphosis, when all I was and all I had envisaged melted from my being like a fine sprinkling of snow under the radiant suns penetrating glare. In that moment I was naked, new born, without form or purpose. Then she the Princess of the Nile my first true love stepped into the brightness. How we loved, like caged beasts freed at last our couplings shook the ground with force enough to uproot mighty trees. Endless frenzied passion followed. An ever faster twisting hurricane of desperate desire consuming all before and leaving only destruction in its wake, till unable to hold together under any natural law fragmented into a thousand tiny pieces never to be seen again. 

She stirred. I felt the weight of her thigh slide seductively across my back and the knowledge of her now openness bought fire to my groin. In a blink I was ready, lance stiff and straight couched fast for a deep a penetrating thrust through overflowing lips into her well. Tip slotted between the wispy strands of dampened foliage partially obscuring my target I tensed for a sudden swift plunge. 

At that moment, with a dreamy wanton sigh she turned and with arched back presented her darker hadean entry for my discovery. 

How could I refuse? Refrain from penetrating the willing receptacle so hot and tight, offered so unexpected for my pleasure. The entry was nervous, not yet sure if what was knocking on the door would pass easily across the threshold to lodge inside. I was gentle but firm, no pushing brutish or inconsiderately but with force enough to ensure forward motion. The head lodged perfectly, staring with unblinking eye of Adam deep into the corridor. She gripped the neck tightly, her pressure causing the beasts velveteen skin to pulse deliciously and as it did her gateway responded, giving centimeter by luscious centimeter till I was swallowed utterly within a cylindrical sheath of bliss.

Feeling begets emotion, reaction and finally movement. Thus that spark of utter joyous union was translated into the expression of creation. Only miniscule at first, a subtle building of pressure investing steamily the chambers walls whilst stirring enlightening gauges to oncoming friction. Building steadily, witnessed by overflowing veins of life force pulsating through the pumps anatomy whilst barely coded messages transmit imperatives deep within control cortex.

The piston is forced upwards within the cylinders shaft by natures overwhelming physics supposed within control of the engineer but always necessarily just in the danger zone, before plunging mercilessly down again into the depths with a scything stroke.

Her smell is subtlety enveloping my being. I lay quietly enough, momentarily spend but still alert and at the point of stirring, wanting to stay but afraid the trap will close and no escape will be ever possible. She is the grain of sand I fear. The rough texture will cause me to smooth her, enclose her with knowledge and training till her texture no longer disturbs me but completes me. Yet in that process I too will change and for all I gain something of this uniqueness that is me will be lost.

Turning over she kisses my chest. Her lips brush my nipple, enough suction causing a hardening physical reaction even though I know it is but the manifestation of a dream. Her hair settles in tangled knots on my face, irritating but equally calming, my brain fights emotional reactions, releasing swell to break across my so long barren shoreline. I need to move, have to sever this creeping connection before the cement has hardened into unity. Yet I a statue and breathing in her intoxication allow addiction to draw ever closer.

I must have drifted, floating joyously upon the enticing softness of her presence. I never felt her move, knew nothing of thought or intent till her lips enveloped totally my flaccid rod. Nature's electricity, sending lightening bolts to surge through my being inducing morbid flesh to pulsating reanimation. Instantaneous engorgement, vibrancy, total focus dispelling clouds of lethargy to directed unreserved response. 

Her eyes are tightly closed. Still sleeping, moving in seeming carnal automation she consumes me. Gently sliding, lascivious strokes of oral enclosure from swollen mushroom head to tensing root. Such combined lingual balletic precision, a masterpiece with pas de plie and cabriole enough to delight the senses beyond control. Testes tighten into solid cannon shot prepared for a long resounding salute. 

The second day and I still feel unable to stray. My body aches from such constant vigorous interplay but sore muscles and tender flesh won't stop the cavorting routines from continuing flow. We take turns, each ride till exhausted before becoming the mount in this gymkhana of lust. We sleep on occasion, limbs entangling in knots of passion to awaken rocking once more in copulating rhythm. Food we take sparsely. Each morsel becomes an excuse to enhance a movement, a taste or dalliance, being placed, eaten and licked from every conceivable surface and nook. Bodies become serving dishes of delicious pattern and texture enhancing solid and liquid equally.

Her scent guides my lips. The trail of almost crystallized moisture given so willingly, reaching from gaping love wound to knee feeds my growing passion as I slowly move upwards lapping hungrily. Her skin is firm and yet responsive. The texture of finest silk, hot and pliant, it seems to respond with unquenchable need to my slightest ministration. My olfactory senses are overwhelmed and without subtlety my tongue plunges deeply to ravish her interior. Even in half slumber her hands drop to capture my head in place and hips thrust upwards to open the sweet pungent depths to my thrusts. She tastes different, as if our essences have mingled together to form a new unique compound. I feast as starved, but this repast is always to be taken ravenously.

She is my TARDIS. Taking me forward to futures I had never imagined possible and backwards to times and pleasures oft considered unrepeatable. Each delicate portal she offers has the power to transport my being beyond understanding. Her soft folds pull me to a place that ensures my continuance in a miracle of dividing and sub dividing cells. Her dark core draws from me the anger and frustration of constant struggle and leaves it spent and sterile in her depths. My chariot constructed for endless meandering drawn forth by adoring succubae at her command. 

When all else fails we are left with but one course, the Nuclear Option. Sometimes good intentions are more dangerous than any climactic solution. The power crisis had reached the point of conflagration. Power was in the hands of the few and the cost was on the backs of the many. Ethics has little control over commerce, the despotism of production and distribution is the deadliest of diseases to any race or culture. From the first particle of light that illuminated an expanding universe the battle has raged, an eternal disparity between those who possess and those who need. 

The foundation of terrestrial life is carbon. Yet it is on this very molecule that humanity had decided to stake its future. Ever looking down for new sources of energy, consuming the very ground upon which they built the seeming blind shunned looking upwards towards the stars and endless power. Yes they played a bit, tinkered with toys that utilized small effects of celestial majesty. Tried to capture wind, or harvest light, even tap the movement of the waves. Clever novel ideas doomed to failure as surely as banking on the finite for infinity.

I have seen suns die, watched civilizations fall like dominoes before natures storm. Always there is rebirth, expansion, a continuous universal waltz to ever more wondrous possibility. 

There is one common denominator in all futures. The Nuclear Option is ever visible and undeniable.



Odyssey Ch. 03



Chapter 3. The Cold Winds of Gallifrey



Night time, Gallifrey slept. Quietly I slipped from her arms and sliding my feet into soft carpet slippers tiptoed naked to the console. Habits are hard to break after seeming centuries of endless repetition. The universe summoned from the liquid screens and my eyes traveled from headline to headline searching out a hint to my eternal question. Some I followed a little, delving deeper just long enough to see the pattern to the flickering script and images but generally a glance was enough to allow me passage to the next. I had once used three screens, allowing peripheral vision to filter unnecessary information through my cortex before consciously focusing. I had learned that error quickly. Often what seems immaterial is vital and missing one clue in my search could cost too dearly.

I neither heard her stir nor rise but her hands descending on my shoulders were comforting rather than startling. I am not easily scared but often find being suddenly awakened from my contemplations disturbing. Her hands were different. Warm, pleasing, filled with affection and care. I recalled the first time she had touched me thus, casually in passing, a soft caress to my hair. No outlandish gesture, but delicate and intimate. I remembered how my soul had filled with joy and smiled sheepishly at my now exposed but normally hidden romanticism. I felt her stoop, the gentle variance in pressure on my trapezius signaling what my eyes could not capture. Her lips brushed the pinna of my left ear with a kiss and I felt the warmth of her breath close to my auditory canal.

"Hatter, I missed you."

The statement was simple but sometimes words encompass far more than their total letter count or syllable quantity. I leaned back, my shoulder blades touching the familiar indents on the chair that marked relaxation. 

"Why didn't you wake me?"

I sighed. Not the negative escape of breathe that might indicate sadness or perplexity, but rather that slow expulsion that allowed body and mind to settle into overwhelming bliss.

"I like to listen to you sleep."

Utter understatement. I adored to hear her sleep and would pinch myself to keep from drifting to revel in that heavenly music.

"Do I snore?"

I could not help but laugh and momentarily perhaps in embarrassment I felt her hands start to withdraw. Reaching upwards quickly, gently I took those delicate beautiful digits in mine and kept them fast.

"If I could hear you no longer I think deafness would be a blessing vixen mine."

I did not need to see her face to know the look upon it. Never would she take compliments well, always modest, ever humble she had no concept of the treasure her presence was to me. Often I had told her, explained in over ambitious verbiage the vital nature of her companionship and service. Yet angel as she was the natural grace that exuded from each precious pore would not allow for self conceit in any form.

I felt her shiver and rising quickly wrapped my arms tight around her form. Both of us naked our bodies molded one against the other fitting in symmetry that even to my scientifically questioning mind could only be perceived as a divine construct. I felt her melt, perhaps for the third time, merge into my still somewhat athletic build like syrup enveloping fresh baked crumpet, covering me, sweetening me, completing me.

I kissed her forehead, a long soft kiss that meant as much as all the kisses that had come before, my lips attempting to sear the feelings that remained so undisclosed in my heart deep into her psyche. Her chin unwrapped itself from my chest and in a moment of blazing realization our eyes connected. Those eyes, deep, filled with joy, pouring care and passion equally mixed in perfect unison. Almond shaped, brown irises captured in orbs of breathtaking white. Our lips met, gently at first, brushing pouting against each other, then with an almost imperceptible grace our heads tilting simultaneously to the left to press hard in open embrace.

My hands slid to take hold fingers clasped around her waist and with a spring she wrapped her powerfully lithe limbs around my happily accepting waist, then in a moment of sublime completion I felt myself sliding easily perfectly into her moist and open waiting sheath. 

I stood transfixed. Her arms entwined tight around my neck, breath hot and scented panting in my ear and her inner walls milking me in a slow constant rhythm that could only lead to uncontrollable ejaculation. Her muscles stroked me, teased me, fast momentarily then tantalizingly slowly, the spasms traveling up and down my shaft from tip to root. I felt her cervix drop to press hard against my head, pushing and opening to receive my seed directly to her womb. Legs spread wide for balance I found myself rocking backwards and forwards trance like, transported on a magic carpet ride of ecstasy. My scrotum tightened, readying to release the rocket thrust that would propel my yet to be offspring to their chosen mother. Staggering forward I managed to brace my shins against the beds framework and in all that movement her inner cylinder missed not one pump towards release.

"Cum, I need to cum. Please Hatter let me cum."

Her voice seemed distant, as if drifting down from some great peak that she clambered step over step so diligently, the summit just ahead if I would but allow her to reach.

"Yes cum my darling weshjook, cum now."

Never before had her teeth sought my flesh with such abandon but now they closed with a ferociousness driven by her body's utter submission to my acquiescence. I toppled forward unable to remain planted upright against her bodies exquisite convulsions, yet still she drew me in, my dagger plunged deep into the very core of her being and beyond, held there by her unflinching suction of need. 

I am not sure how long I slept. The last drop of my seed that she had vacuumed so perfectly into her womb had taken with it any hope of my remaining cognizant for some considerable time. Now I became aware, knowing where I was. Remembering every extraordinary detail of that intense coupling and feeling myself still held semi erect in her slick channel and with wakening hardening fast.

"Give me more."

She was awake and whispering. Her breath was so hot against my cheek and the flesh of my shoulder still sung from that long last animal bite.

"I want more."

Her stomach moved beneath me and with that ripple came an insistent tug at my manhood from her still hungry inner beast. My body responded without need of my permission, the bellows of desire rekindling embers to glow bright once more before bursting into lustful flame. 

"Yes, take me."

The piston of love began to rise and fall. Slowly at first, struggling to escape the friction of its compact cylinder till precious oil began to permeate along the velvet walls. Faster then, long spreading strokes as the piston almost escaped its captivity before plunging downward in joyous compression. 

My eyes were tightly closed and I was lost. Blinded in a mist of concentration, time captured and held prisoner in a cell of endless abandonment. Belly slapped belly, outer thigh inner thigh, hands finger locked together in a mockery of conjoined prayer and then, oblivion. Free falling, plummeting from heights of rapture that even angels cannot reach. Spiraling and spinning uncontrollably towards the rock strewn ground where all should be doomed to shatter indiscriminately. Yet this is incomparable bliss, a torturous fall and crash to resonate through our soul like an operatic descendo into Eden's gate and beyond. 

Humanity, a race set apart for so long to grow and metamorphose to all it could be. A complex species, full of promise yet indisputably flawed. I had tried to understand them, follow them, balance their strengths and weaknesses on the scales of time yet found them in the end disappointing. Alone amongst the creatures of their world they held a power far beyond their measure. They were not the fastest, neither the smartest, not even the most plentiful yet in their grasping fist held all the Earths futures tightly bound with their own. 

Strengths they had in multitude. The ability to reason through problems enjoined with a natural inventiveness and curiosity beyond parallel. The capacity to work together overcoming obstacles however overwhelming and to learn from past mistakes to ensure forward momentum. Yet none of these qualities made them exceptional or raised them to a height worthy of global mastery.

I felt her move beneath me, her whole body caressing me pelt to skin as only a changeling could. Warm, soft, totally compliant, her only wish this moment of utterly sensual pleasure. This was her species real gift, their innate and unbridled weaknesses. They needed for comfort, wanted to touch and be touched physically and spiritually for more than indulgent self satisfaction. They felt guilt and elation, compassion for the weak and underprivileged, had charity deeply rooted in their hearts. Recognized the omnipotent, no matter its personal form and strove each moment to empower rather than enslave. The very spark of their humanity was a compilation of weaknesses and actions other life forms would think pointless and unprofitable.

A chill touched my spine. Somewhere, in some time future or past footfall traversed my eternal resting place. I made to move, enough to recover a nearby throw for warmth but she stopped me with her all enveloping arms. 

"Stay Hatter, never leave me."

Her words, whispered so soft into my ear tore into my being like eagles talons.

"Everyone has betrayed my love except you. If you left me I think it would be an ending."

A Timelords tears can fall for many reasons, to give water to the dead, to exorcize futility, to enhance joy. The welling now was different, plumbing pools of sadness that had held me captive through eons of time, sometimes starkly remembered but often thankfully forgotten.

"My dearest Hatter, why do you weep so? Have I done or said something terribly wrong?"

How does one explain a dream when it is impossibly unreal? Turn your deepest wishes from surreal desires to some form of possibility. I am at heart a realist. I may conjecture upon fates pliability but in the end accept my own indisputable irrational as I must. 

"I cannot leave you love. I am fixed in this place, in this moment for eternity. In futures clear vision you will leave me as you must. I exist between dusk and nightfall, fleeting, shadowy, unable to step out into even the moonlight for fear of discovery. Your road is open, bright, destined for greatness of action and reward. Remember only one thing, as you look in the reflection of the mirror, I will always be there. I am forever Hatter, you are forever my companion."

"Can we have children? I would like your child growing in my belly, to have part of you beside me always."

I smiled and kissed her, what else might I do? She was offering me her body in this moment, her womb to guard my seed to fruition and her maternal nurturing for times uncharted or measured. 

"Did I ever tell you that on Gallifrey patricide is a favored practice?"

"Really?"

"Oh yes my darling vixen most decidedly!"



Odyssey Ch. 04



Perhaps you cannot hear anyone scream in space, but the silence that fills that void is deafening. An assault upon the eardrums greater than any high pitched expletive or mighty cannon roar. My head reverberated. Blood pounding twin staccato against my temples, rushing through the migraine narrowed passage ways with a ceaseless pressure born of despair.

I watched, as seers do, measuring time by the miniscule movements of sand particles in an unforgiving desert of emptiness. Shifting contours of identical particles, possible of treatment and shaping to be beauteous creations of dazzling cut glass but in this raw state barren unyielding of anything but torturous monotony. The southern dunes of Gallifrey lay open before me. A seeming endless labyrinth of klik after klik of wind sculptured nothingness. Large enough to swallow some planets whole, it was still small enough to be but a dot on my multidimensional paradoxical home world.

I was born midpoint between this place and the Citadel, half way atop the tallest of the Mountains of Solace. My father had been president of the Academy, a scholar beyond parallel but for all that a fool. Unable to dissect ideal from reality he had watched the blossoming rivalry between the High Council and Skaro but had failed to see the concluding genocide for both planets ruling races. 

I watched our second sun slowly clear the horizon and was as always was filled with wonder and awe. So close as to seem impossible her orange glow filled my world with light and color, the very soul of Gallifrey, touching every molecule with ambient warmth that made this place magical and seeming indestructible. If only Lords of Time were so easily transmuted by her majesty to Lords of Light. Within our hands we held the tools to fill this galaxy, all galaxies with peace, knowledge and happiness to overflowing. It was the very crux of our uniquely improbable existence. Having power beyond measure to create harmonious union and yet to be unable to raise one finger in that noble cause.

Looking south, always south, my back firmly planted against the horrors behind me. I had returned to this spot, this exact moment in time perhaps a hundredfold and never in all these centuries dared to look north. What point such misery? I knew what would confront me, had heard the account of all and witnessed each monumental blow from the perpetrator of the final solution, brother mine. The right hand of deity, as much as mine was the left, he had taken the responsibility that no other might and in a moment doomed us all to memory. 

I hoped he yet existed, still traveled through the same endless tunnels of futures past as I. Space doomed our meeting again as a forlorn possibility, a mere figment of chance in a casino neither could control with any predictability. Indeed the very dangers of our crossing in the time space continuum were fraught, causing a rift that might describe some permanent damage to that delicate veil. Yet I would risk such for a glance at my blood, just one last reminder that purpose outweighs ultimate action.

Bare soles crossing the narrow distance between the TARDIS door and the rocky outcrop that was my chosen throne. Twelve short steps, gliding almost imperceptibly across rapidly heating grains that in a few short minutes would burn bare skin on contact. I knew the sound, recognized the swaying hipped stride, measured the weight to a gram and felt full.

"Hatter, the whole world behind you is burning."

Instinctively I went to look but stopped myself just in time.

"It has burned for eons now and will continue till all has been consumed to the last molecule."

Gallifrey was burning, plumes of smoke rising endlessly to form billowing clouds around the once proud planets equator, yet I could smell her scent now as distinctly as earlier upon our tussled pillows. 

"I feel a fool!"

"Why?"

The itching started in earnest, burning sensations of irritation crawling through my skin from neck to ankle, the physical symptom of an endless psychological turmoil that tortured my existence without relief. In the quiet of night I would flay my skin with unforgiving finger nails in an effort to quiet the screaming from within. On waking I would find careering tracts hewn across innocent epidermis, exposing dermis in weeping streams. 

"I cannot help tend the wounds I do not see."

Simply put and total truth. As ever she captured the very core of my torment yet could not understand the impossibility of my answering. How does one prove the reality of interdependence? What words express the nature of a need so fundamental to my being that its lack extinguishes the flame of existence in any but a purely inconsequential form? A thousand years of continuance and I was as much the homeless parasite crying silently for a host as the viscum album that waited for the oak seed to germinate and offer a welcoming limb. Ten days till January fourth, the anniversary of my final regeneration, when once more my existence would hang by the thinnest of threads, undecided betwixt life and death. 

It has begun. Day one and I am awake. Sleep is now an unnecessary commodity, a waste of precious time. My life will exist only of cat naps interrupting the frenetic search for an epilogue worthy should this be the time of times. I had forgot the tribulation. Some disjoint in my memory cells allows the frenetic-ism of these hours to dispel until the realization creeps upon me once more. Two hundred and thirty seven hours and counting, eyes wide open in fear focused on a spot in time that might exist but equally may only be an abstract eternal tomorrow.

I take my poison, both swallowed easily to jar my nerves and sucked in deep to rot out from within. No sedatives allowed, every nerve must jangle, every synapse spark, neurons flashing loud as Christmas lights in seasonal rejoicing. From impulse comes ideas and from their materialization a constant flow of indiscriminate data to be diagnosed and elucidated, then spewed onto a wanton waiting page. Endless pages, covered in spiraling patterns of characters that dance in unison to create recognizable form. Caffeine and nicotine, my bread and wine, served fast and plentifully to feed the firebox at the core of the engine that is my id. 

I can hear you sleeping. Forty kilometers away and your breath still softly bathes my face. Sweet love, hope and destiny, cure and antithesis all rolled together in sublime union. You would not recognize me now, hair wildly unkempt, fingers moving in torturous spasms as they try to release rampant energy as controlled key strokes. I want to kiss you. Taste the bitter sweet pill of impossible dreams upon these dry and peeling lips. Eyes that barely should have missed your face want for the balm your visage brings. I am a fool, a guilty voyeur who misses happiness by looking too long and hard. You are the natural diamond cutter, who accepting my endless faults wielded a blade adoringly to allow facets of brilliance to burst from the otherwise dull and raw stone.

Yet for all my pessimism there is one fact that stands out alone in the logic of my life. For all my errors, for all the times my foolishness's have bought criticism or ridicule I still remain unbowed, whilst my detractors have found failure the reward for their unbridled criticism. I have never shied from the difficult, even the seemingly impossible, accepting the possibility, risking the probability of defeat as the price for challenging conformity to the rule of the lord of flies. One is only blinded by staring at the sun, not by following its course.

Suddenly I am very old. Realization rears her ugly face and my dreams are scattered like a handful of salt across the sand, indistinguishable and lost for ever. Cruel metaphor, not kind, a wild stab to the heart is kind, but a partially disguised incision sneaks into the psyche to burn like acid, eating away at thought in seeming unending torture. How many hours will it lay digesting, a cold lump of knowledge weighting my body and soul to sink below the water of life's surface, fighting for breathe but knowing it is pointless to struggle against inevitability. Day two of ten hovers below the horizon and I feel the cold hand tighten a little more around my throat. It is time to begin the tying of ends, the final casting off of stitches.

The leap to Trenzalore is momentary. Strange how the place of ones demise is always just round the very next corner. It is two generations and a lifetime since my last death and I have run out of options. I can recapture the feeling perfectly in my mind. It has always been so, always I have had the ability to see my next destination clearly and in a moment set the course directly for that spot. It is but a score paces from where I sit now. I see the rail I lean upon, feel the pressure in my chest and the breath sucked from my body with surprising ease. The whole day is picture clear, perfectly captured in my storage to be replayed with exact precision. Some things I can omit. I have lost the fear of it, shaken the need to cling to immortality for any further inglorious episodes. When purpose is out served then rest is obligatory, it is the Timelords law.

We live alone we die alone. Shadows of happiness may flow from one moment to another but at sunset darkness has to fall and the shadows vanish to find alternative places to play amidst a new light source. Whether I have accomplished anything apart from the notoriety of failure is debatable and in the final counting immaterial. We are given a hand to play and its value depends on pure chance and skill. I have been lucky to hold so many pairs but never filled the royal flush I sought. Such is the risk of any game, we are dealt what is given, we bet and bluff with all our thought and cunning but in the end have no control over the final turn.

Two hundred and thirteen hours to go and still I count. 

I have quite forgotten how to let go. My mind still creates, my body reacts, my senses anticipate but then, nothing. I had for the longest time considered perhaps the physical apparatus was at fault, that in some way my connections had been surgically misaligned or severed, but as each individual function proved independently pristine it pointed deeper and deeper into my hidden cortex. 

She was beautiful. Perhaps not to everyone's initial eye, but then vision is often badly focused by preconceptions. Nervous, extremely, broken, most probably, searching for answers, definitely. I allowed her to sit, relax, shake the chill from her bones and feel the warmth permeate her skin to the flesh below. Conversation helps. Quiet and gentle dissection till the root of the unhappiness spills out into the open. I already knew that this would be a futile journey for me, that the chances of her being the inter-galactic ship I needed was so infinite as to be unworthy of consideration. I did see growth potential in her, a yearning for experiences denied thus far, imaginings beyond those feeble fumblings she had experienced as love making that might bring real and climactic ecstasy. 

I led her to the bed. She showed shyness, timidity then in defiance of her imposed morals slid under the covers and waited quietly, trustingly.

I kissed her mouth and she reacted. Her kiss was not as I had expected, rather it was aggressive, practiced through mindless repetition, so I disengaged. Her breasts were large, bulbous mounds tipped with small but perfectly formed nipples. I cupped the left gently, allowing my thumb to brush across the hardening center and kissed her again. This time she moaned and responded with less obvious movement but more emotion. The buttons on her top were large and loose in their holes; I slowly unfastened each from neck to hem drawing the garment aside as I did. Lowering my head my lips closed around the left areola as my teeth gripped the hardened peak. Her head slid back exposing her neck and again she moaned gutturally. 

My lips danced between her breasts and mouth for a while, tasting her mounting passion and reveling in her growing vulnerability. My left hand slid across her belly to find the waistband of her pants and from their continued under and ever downwards till my palm cupped her Venus mound, the finger tips feeling heat transferring from her awakening sheath. I dipped my index finger downwards, the hood instantaneously releasing her hardened clitoris and I felt hot sweet nectar on my skin. My fingers followed her moistness inwards, feeling her opening to my penetration and the muscles hidden in the velvet walls tighten and loosen in a frenzy of wantonness.

Her hips lifted as I slid the bottoms then panties from her form. My left hand retraced up the inside contours of her leg till finding its target slipped fingers between the swollen lips of her outer labia to caress her vaginal canals soaking entry. She opened her thighs wide and caressed her own right breast with her hand moaning gently.

As my fingers played her instrument of pleasure she began a monologue of lust.

"Been so naughty daddy; so bad, so bad. Want you to fuck me hard, hard and fast. Suck you big cock deep in my mouth." 

She stopped just long enough to roll her eyes up in their lids and climax hard before continuing her verbal wish list.

"Fuck me now, deep. Roll me over please. Spank me, so naughty, need spanking."

I slipped a finger into her tight anal bud and felt her muscles spasm again in ecstasy.

"Yes. Take my ass. Fuck it, please."

I slowly slipped between her thighs and buried my face in her wetness. Taking her clitoris between my teeth I bit gently and she shuddered. I bit harder and slipped two fingers deep to stroke her urethra. The feeling of her cervix descending to meet the questing fingers then retreating in rapturous abandon bought my erection to full peak.

I love the taste of abandonment, tongue pressed deep into the open furnace of desire to draw out succulent honey. Running lips around the swollen edges nibbling, teasing the delicate texture between labia and ass before grazing across the tight bud, feeling that most intimate of entry pucker and quiver as I probe gently with insatiable inquisitiveness. 

Watching her now is my moment. She is lost, plumbing depths never imagined or experienced, drowning in rapture, defenseless and I have the universe in my hands.



Odyssey Ch. 05



She found Me so easily. Ood do that, look ever outward with their telepathic gaze and see whom they can serve. The universes submissives, born to be slaves and content in their role, if content is a word the Ood would recognize as having any meaning. 

The snows were deep that year. The poles of Ood always bore glacier ice but this year the chill in the air was sufficient to cast a white pall halfway to the equator. The TARDIS had landed in approximately the same position as always. Even though almost weightless the outline of Her base was clearly visible in several other places indicating that the spread of the polar icecap was still manifest after all these eons. No global warming here, no clouds of carbon based molecules permeating the atmosphere. Humanity was still a new disease in the Horsehead Nebula and its dirty footprint a distant multitude of centuries away.

I had taken to wearing kilts recently, after all kilts are cool! Today's was a particularly resplendent early 21st century punk style, black polyvinyl chloride with lots of zippers and studs. Very BDSM, very Me! Matched with some rather splendid scarlet tartan calf high sneakers, a brilliant white wing collared shirt, heavy cable stitch aran sweater and black bow-tie I was quite the sartorial absurdity. I refused the foolishness of a sporran, quite happy to let My companion enjoy the view she inspired and allowing her to pet the reticulated python on every practical occasion. Her favorite occupation was to nestle quietly between My thighs when I was seated and administer to My every desire with her more than eager lips and tongue.

Everything I ever asked for she magically accomplished. Without fail My every need, every desire was fulfilled by her ever willing service. How could a man even a Timelord be less than utterly bewitched and totally pleasured. Somehow not Me. 

"Just ask me Hatter and all will be placed at your disposal. Your every desire is mine to anticipate and satisfy."

I cringed internally; I struggled and wriggled, finagled and avoided. Some find being served easy, assume its gift in some way elevates their worth; not Me.

"I am not a total loss you know!"

Of course I was, but hard it is to admit Ones major inabilities.

"Traveled a hundred galaxies quite successfully before we met!"

And started a million wars the sentence should have continued. Mayhem and murder followed the Hatters trail like bears after a honey pot. 

"Just ask Hatter. Its so much easier than me having to guess what you need."

Well yes of course its easier, that's not the point. Just sometimes I don't want to have to ask for butter on My roll. Rolls should just be buttered as a matter of course.

"If you need more supplies in the pantry just tell me Hatter."

It has been a month since we scavenged for vittles of course we needed more. 

Timelords are by their nature difficult, just a little less contrary than a professional debating team. True I was not the most typical by any means, had very little truck with the more dignified rules of behavior and followed no preordained pattern if another possibility was available, but still perversely obstinate in My eccentricity.

Needless to say it was impossible for Me to win any conflict. Yes I was the Dominant hand, the Captain of the ship, Navigator of the endless depths of space and time, but also by My nature easily distracted and deflected from My purpose and design.

"Yes Hatter. Of course Hatter."

How prettily and subserviently the words spilled from her blue painted lips. 

"I am sorry if I ever seemed to misunderstand your intentions or wishes."

The way she flicked her hair away from her eyes was probably the first thing that had ever aroused me about her.

"I will do the task exactly in the manner that you wished."

She might as well have been talking micro babble. My eyes had fixed on hers and the uncharitable depths of those wondrous orbs had as usual captured My soul. 

"Which order exactly did you want these sorted in again?"

I never fully understand how she managed to accomplish that particular position, yet there it was again. Bent at the waist, half turned away from Me, knees spread just far enough for perfect tight coital penetration. 

"Alphabetical would be the best."

I tried to answer calmly but she knew exactly the strings to pluck and bent even further so the short shy blue flared kimono dress she wore rode up sufficiently to show the hint of her ass crack atop those muscular thighs I so admired.

"Human alphabet or Gallifreyan?"

The skirt had reached the point where her round buttocks were exposed like two perfect handholds for the My inner mountaineer and the way she arched her back to expose the dark tight inviting sphincter was almost overwhelming. 

"Gallifreyan would be preferable in this instance."

The words trickled like gravel from My salivating mouth to appear in a form that was almost indistinguishable as anything resembling a humanoid language.

"In your own tongue it is then Hatter."

The sphincter winked at Me, like the Face of Boe and without further argument I did indeed invest My native tongue deep into that perfect receptacle.

"Ohhh Hatter, damn."

She leaned forward, placed her hands flat on the table and raised her eight inch stilettos another two inches off the floor. 

"Fuck, your a sweet talker."

I was as always amazed how such a seemingly tight hole will allow entry to an inquisitive muscular hydro-stat with such ease. Scientists would have us believe that after food manipulation the tongues secondary function is phonetic articulation. Balderdash, the second usage is decidedly the lingual gustation and masturbation of each and every orifice. 

Anilingus, rimming, delicious and dirty, a pleasure all to itself but even more enrapturing with deep anal penetration to follow. A tasty tossed salad followed by a juicy sausage roll. 

The overture was playing. Firm tempo beating strokes of the lingual baton bought the momentous final act ever closer. With panache I raised the PVC curtain high and exposed the proscenium arch surrounded main act standing erect and ready for His grandiose entry. Withdrawing My tongue after one last deep thrust I drizzled a good wad of saliva onto the now pulsing and wanton ring of Wagnerian beauty. Presenting the mushroom helmeted warrior to His route of destiny I awaited the prime moment and feeling the power of providence upon Me drove Him unequivocally forward to deeply impale and possess His target. 

"FUCK, FUCK."

She was filled and taken unashamedly cylindrical seed sphere deep.

"GOD DAMN."

Ignoring the profanity I began a Valkyrie like ride of perfectly precise anal destruction. Deep hard thrusts in-dispersed with sharp slaps to her superb muscled buttocks sending ripples of wondrous extra dimensional delight pulsating through the transverse rectal folds. 

The thrusts became longer and slower. At deepest I could feel her toes actually leave the floor as the force of penetration lifted her and at shallowest her back arched and spread with exultation. Control was difficult, the gripping muscular walls milking My shaft at every opportunity demanding eagerly a profuse and solid outpouring of semen. A brief pause was My only option to retain some form of integrity, so braced Myself still deeply imbedded and allowed her to contract and expand around My swelling at her leisure. Her muscle control was as always magnificent and working herself inwardly unleashed without hesitation a stream of ejaculate from her swollen and gaping vaginal opening. The hot splash of liquid against My ankles and feet resulted in an automatic restitution of the anal plundering with renewed vigor.

My PVC kilt had ridden upwards and was now firmly cemented to her ass with a combination of anal lubricant and sweat. The material made a strangely erotic squelching noise as it was stretched then squashed with each stroke. My belly slapped hard into the valley of her spread anatomy and My sac bounced deliciously against the swollen lips of her labia. The beginnings of the ejaculation from hell began to rise in the pit of My belly stirring the physical exertions to even greater lengths. 

Blast off arrived suddenly, overwhelmingly and any attempt to halt the moment of release any further was untenable. The first stream of seed arrived deep in her ass on the extreme of an inward thrust and I managed to hold position just long enough to ensure a sizable first deposit before the need to commence the short erratic ejaculatory re-percussive strokes overtook My senses completely. Head thrown back, mouth open gasping air and spitting expletives the next few moments were a blur of hip thrusting and leg jerking insanity. Timelords do not knot like canines but without doubt the penile head seems to swell to a point of almost superhuman proportions. She groaned, spluttered, let out a guttural yell and once more out lower limbs were awash with the outpourings from her seemingly bottomless liquid reservoir. 

I pitched forward, weight hard down upon her back, My teeth sinking randomly and deeply into her right shoulder for support. The impetus caused her arms to give way to leave us both laying across the width of the table like conjoined beached whales. The piles of semi alphabetically sorted paperwork that had started this whole physical maelstrom lay scattered in all directions not that the task had any significance beyond its ability to jump start the frenzy of furtive physical interplay that had followed.

My eyes caught sight of a particular piece of Gallifreyist dogma laying half beneath her blue tipped hair. It was a discussion on the interrelationship of force and counter-force. My childhood teachers had taken great delight in extemporizing on such scientific and philosophical matters, making both lucid and well balanced arguments and treatise. I laughed, well giggled actually. How they would have looked disdainfully at the sum of their combined scholarly efforts laying supine and sated upon His mates back in a pool of spent ejaculate.

Being a moon the Ood Sphere had no rotation for ever presenting one bright face to its gravitational planet and a dark counter in shadow and mystery. My mountain lay close to the division and from its peak I could look down upon the habitable warmer segment but also glimpse the terrible frigid shadow forever looming beyond the horizon.

I had made the accent twice that day. My leg was improved and with the use of a good cane I could just manage the extreme steepness of the final pitch. Once ensconced on the apex I awaited My breathe and hearts beats to return to some degree of normality and simply gazed mesmerized at the wonders below. The snow and ice shimmered in the brilliant light provided initially by the Horsehead Nebula and more faintly by Mutter's Spiral. The sound of Ood song danced upon the breeze and a modicum of peace filled Me that only this place and the Face of Boe had ever conjured. 

I descended wearily, knowing that time and conditions were passing rapidly and I needed to be safe back in the secure arms of My bride TARDIS before an ice storm erupted from the dark side. My steps were steady enough although I had begun to limp noticeably close to the second ascents completion, the recovery speed of My physique was not going to improve beyond a certain point this late in a final regeneration. 

I slid the key into the lock and almost turned the tumbler. I should go in and rest, eat and drink at least but something nagged at Me this particular day I had not felt for many a decade.

"A good day to die Hatter."

The words detached themselves from My subconscious to pour casually through My lips. I nodded in agreement and spinning on a heel replaced the key into My pocket. 

"Today is a day for triple ascents."

I laughed, oh lord how I laughed and in a distant universe Captain Jack laughed, Rose laughed, Pond and River laughed and for a brief moment in time I was alone no more.



Odyssey Ch. 06



So the plan was really simple, as long as Hatter stuck to basics and kept to the list everything would go perfectly. He had spent an inordinate amount of time planning and re-planning every minute detail now all that was needed was action and discipline, well theoretically anyway.

"Ah there's the rub."

Hatter had never played lawn bowls. Certainly He had watched the games development from a quite informal children's pastime, close enough to marbles to have the same basic rules, through the very wild Elizabethan times of Drake and Frobisher brawling on Plymouth Hoe to the present formal game of ends and whites and cream teas. The one constant was the rub, that piece of chance that appeared with no warning to kick the most fastidious of performers squarely in the seat of the pants at the most inauspicious moment. Shakespeare was the master of sublime natural irony and Hatter like Hamlet had learned with great disappointment that the universe was full of uneven ground ready to spoil any bowler's most well-conceived line.

"The list, just got to stick to the list."

First things first, pack the bag with everything on the sheet of clean crisp paper. This was going to be a doddle, just go down line by line and no possibility of a mistake. Ten items. Yes ten items definitely, numbered one to ten. Hatter counted the items just in case. Definitely ten. Three on the left and seven on the right, three and seven makes ten.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Hatter closed His eyes tight and breathed deeply. Allowing the alternate rhythm of His two hearts to focus His mind He cleared the numerically binding chains from His consciousness and slowly opened His eyes again. 

"Don't count, everything is there."

Item by item went into the rucksack, the rope, check; the wrist straps, check; the ball-gag, check; the flogger, check; two riding crops, check; no wait TWO riding crops, that means eleven items and He had only counted ten. No, fuck, DON'T COUNT! Irritated Hatter shook the contents out of the bag and sorted them quickly into alphabetical order on the bed.

"Everything alright Sweetie?"

River could see things were anything but alright but decided to get a feel for the depths of the crisis before interfering.

"Yes River, everything is fucking wonderful. Getting to the point I can't pack a damned bag let alone save the Galaxy."

"We are Mister grumpy Timelord today aren't we."

River reached down and pinched Hatters ass hard. He jumped, He always jumped.

"Sweetie need a blowjob to calm His nerves?"

"Damn it River I don't always need a B.J., life does not revolve around fellatio. In fact it most definitely is not something that is at present at the front of My mind."

"Seems to be in the front of Your pants Dearie, Your sonic screwdriver is twitching."

Somehow River had managed to slide her right hand down the front of Hatters trousers and was squeezing the rapidly thickening shaft of His penis like a she was testing an avocado for ripeness.

"Feels like you need to investigate my black hole."

Hatter was starting to flush noticeably and was doing anything He could to avoid eye contact. One fixed carnal stare from River and He was sunk. 

"Damn it River."

Her hand had slid further and she was now cupping His testicles like she was checking their weight.

"Got far too full a cargo for any time travelling Sweetie. Let me lighten Your payload a bit."

"Really there is no time."

"Please."

"No time."

"Pretty please."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Smiling so sweetly River withdrew her hand and slid both the candy striped suspender straps off His shoulders. With her left thumb and forefinger pinching His cheek she casually flipped open the waist band and unfastened the zipper. In consequence the Hatters rather dapper salt and pepper tweed trousers dropped to lie in a bunched heap around His ankles.

"Nice that you still go commando Sweetie."

Rivers right hand gripped His shaft tightly and started to pump slowly sliding His foreskin back and forth. Now their eyes met and Hatter swayed noticeably.

"Fuck River you're so damned hot."

"They can't keep this bad girl cool for long."

River slowly lowered herself to meet the Hatters large one eyed monster face to face.

"Who's a pretty boy?"

She planted a large wet kiss on the very tip and licked along the top and bottom of His shaft from glands to base. Rivers teeth were perfectly formed and very sharp. She had one of those smiles that appear in dental advertisements promising oral omnipotence. They scraped along the length in a teasing torturous ballet of excruciating bliss.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"All in good time Sweetie."

Rivers mouth enclosed His member from mushroom to root and then, sublimely, her throat muscles began to magically massage His throbbing hardness. 

Hatter was in Valhalla. His eyes closed, mouth open, hair standing on end like a punk rockers Mohawk He leaned back against the console and trembled from toe to brow. Testicles tight as pickled walnuts, muscles tensed like springs He prepared for ejaculation.

She stopped. She fucking stopped.

"Damn it River!"

River was leaning over the bed, her skirt pulled up to her waist and her legs spread like a gymnast. She has a hand on each of her ass cheeks and was spreading them as wide as was humanly possible. Her ass bud was puckering and Hatter noticed that the darker sphincter skin was glistening where it had been very recently lubed.

"Fuck River you had this all planned out ahead of time."

"You going to moan about it or come over here and fuck my asshole ragged? Your choice, I got a nice anal dildo I can use instead."

Hatter stormed over and gave a very hard double spank to her twin orbs.

"Oh thank you Sir, can I have some more?"

Not being a cruel Timelord Hatter proceeded to spank both cheeks thoroughly without further delay.

"Please fuck me now!"

Hatter pushed His cock head into Rivers ass ring. The sphincter squeezed tight onto the ridge of the glands like it was an intruding plug. He waited, allowed a few teasing seconds to pass in total stillness then thrust His full length balls deep.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK."

It was Rivers turn to drop to the lowest common denominator of the English language but her profanities turned to low moans as Hatter began pumping His thick member in a consistent plundering of her bowel. Hatter found anal penetration particularly pleasurable. Apart from the obvious tightness wrapped around His shaft and the delicious pulses that River made as she squeezed and relaxed muscles in delirious climax He found the very act Dominance personified. The submissives stance, low and fully open, the offering of her anal canal, the devils entry for His personal delectation and just the damned dirtiness of the whole physically and spiritually process. Anal plugs were controlling and a constant reminder of the true order, anal dildos and plugs had the ability to vary thickness and depth of penetration and intensity, but nothing like a rampant ass fuck would fulfill true animalistic carnality. 

Quite remarkably He was now able to count quite confidently and unaffected by any mental impediment. The need to check, to reassess at every turn disappeared in His metamorphosis into the sphincter Komodo Dragon. Now He was totally visible, in all His power and radiance, shining 'et gloriosus in luxuriam' for the world to wonder at and worship.

"ONE, TWO, THREE, FOUR, FIVE"

Each numerical incantation was blessed with a driving plunge to Rivers gaping depths.

"FUCK YOUR ASS IN TURBO DRIVE."

Hatter's right hand descended with power punctuating His rhymes prose with percussive spanks on Rivers adoring buttock.

"SIX, SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TEN."

The thrust speed was building, moving insidiously towards expulsion velocity. 

"PULL IT OUT AND PUSH IT IN."

As if to highlight the phrasing Hatter removed His cock fully, plunged in deep, removed utterly then plunged in deep again. Rivers sphincter remained joyously gaped throughout.

"Need to cum Hatter. Please let me cum."

Hatter continued withdrawing, pausing and then plunging balls deep in one violent lunge.

"Please, got to fucking cum!"

Sliding His hand around Rivers hips Hatter pulled on the thick silver ring that pierced her very swollen clitoris. 

"CUM."

River began to buck immediately and then arching her back let everything go in one all-inclusive deluge. Bladder, cervix and womb pumped as one exuding every drop of fluid her body could make available. Hatter gripped the clit ring in one hand and a tight knot of hair in the other, riding the frenzied palpitations like a wild bull at the rodeo. Rivers first enormous expulsion had soaked Him from thigh to ankle and He was certain His trousers were ruined by the volume, yet still spurts of liquid were haphazardly shooting from her urethra like erratic jets from an out of control fountain.

"OOOHHHHHHH FUCKING HELL!"

River climaxed again, this time with so much force that her legs gave way and she collapsed forward to lay prone and trembling on the bed. By way of the clamp like grip her sphincter had on His cock root Hatter had no choice but to follow her down. Trapped in her lumen, His cock root enclosed as firmly by her sphincter as if with a tight and efficient cock ring He had little option but to enjoy the massaging effects of the rippling walls of His enclosure.

"You have the best asshole in the Universe River."

"Bet you say that to all Your slaves Sweetie."

River somehow managed to push her arm down under her belly and between her thighs to grip Hatters testicles.

"I see you still cocked and loaded Dear. We need to do something about that don't we."

He felt her start to clench and unclench her buttocks and the ripples in her lower anal canal began to increase in speed and ferocity.

"I do like a good deep deposit of seed once a day. Keeps me regular in an ever changing Galaxy."

Hatter wanted desperately to say something clever but was at present totally incapable of coherent speech.

"You going to give me a nice wad of Hatter Jizz?"

Fuck He loved her dirty mouth. Such a lady and such a dirty filthy whore.

"I like it when you dribble out of me all day. Feel your sticky run down my thighs and dry into perfect pearl necklaces."

Hatter's ball sac tightened even more in the palm of her caressing hand.

"Ass to mouth sounds so good. Lick all our joint goo off that lovely knob of yours and swallow it down."

Hatter's calves had tightened noticeably and the tension was starting to creep past His knees to the lower thigh.

"Then keep licking till we get a nice firm flag pole again and slide a finger in your ass as I suck. You do like a prostate massage don't you?"

His knees were shaking and His thighs felt like the lactose was about to explode from His sinew.

"Double delight for this lucky girl. Clean up on your cock and then a nice fresh load to follow, a perfect desert serving." 

The tremors had reached Hatters upper thighs and in unison Rivers hand started to squeeze His testes with some insistence.

"You getting ready to give me an internal hot shower Sweetie? Your River does like a good steaming flood."

Pumping commenced. Nothing would stop the flow now, not rain, or snow nor any other impediment could halt the charge of the many in search of freedom.

"Oh fuck yes Hatter fill me up good."

Unbelievably the hot injection of semen in her wanton ass bought River to climax yet again. From the depths of her being she gathered a few precious cupful's of viscous fluid and poured them generously onto the quilt beneath their entwined convulsing bodies.

Hatter's ejaculation was violent in the extreme and in a desperate search for control He sank His teeth deep into Rivers shoulder, breaking the skin and tasting her blood on His tongue. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Sucking happily at the seeping wound Hatter counted the items laying on the now disheveled bed.

"Eleven. Yes everything is back to rights!"

River moaned happily and stroked Hatters ball sac with tangible satisfaction.

"One more for the road Hatter?"

Hatter rolled to one side and laying on His back reveled in the feel of Rivers tongue lapping at His penis and testicles as she carefully cleaned and preened her favorite plaything.



Odyssey Ch. 07



"It's only a few days."

Hatter sighed internally but externally smiled benevolently.

"No worries I am a big Timelord after all. Nothing to worry about."

He could hear the insistent tick of an atomic clock in the background.

"You know I have been planning this trip for months. Quite the highlight of the year."

He grinned and wrinkled His eyes and lied with all the expressions He knew how too. Your leaving Me was all He could think. They always leave. Companions always leave.

"You have a lot to do anyways. Writing to catch up on, plans to peruse."

He was beginning to crack a little. First the 'new male friend' conversation, now this. She was leaving.

"I got you a present. See!"

She pointed the camera at the white box on the floor of her room.

"I can bring it on the way if you want."

"No need. It would just mean extra pressure for you. No you take your time on the trip, enjoy, relax, have fun. I am fine really."

They always leave. Companions always leave. Hatter felt the tears welling but decided they were wasted. No point crying, no point letting His reality show. No one saw His misfortune, they all thought this life was some sort of endless holiday. Regeneration was no gift, it was a curse. 

"Almost five hundred years old and not one real friend."

K9 didn't reply. He never did. Just sat or laid, slept, just was.

"You going to leave Me K9?"

Now He started to cry.

"Fucking idiot thinking that."

He touched the knife on the console. Didn't look at it just wanted to feel it was still there. K9 snored. Hatter smiled through the pain and bent to rub him behind the ear.

"Good old boy. Daddys here. You get some sleep you had a busy day."

The second screen on the console blinked a number. He ignored it. No calls right now. He was getting used to being alone again.

Evil is as real as you make it. Some races actually think it exists as a separate entity to be breathed in and out like a gaseous substance. Hatter knew better. Evil existed in everything, as real as goodness, as real as life itself. He had lived on this planet for close to sixty years now. Worked His way through two regenerations and companions almost too many to remember. He recognized the evil in Himself. Saw the flaw that divided His character and accepted it and its consequences.

"You really are fascinated by puppets."

He recalled their conversation and the way the truth had been spoken but only recognized by Him. She had a way of divining the truth behind His actions. Maybe that was what attracted Him, the scalpel to His essence He was afraid to wield.

"Why do you like them so much?"

He fought to find an honest answer but decided to lie.

"They make Me laugh."

"I think they are a bit scary."

Hatter considered this proposition. Puppets and clowns. Puppets and old wives tales. Puppets and urban legends. Humans, so gullible.

"Your race finds everything scary they don't understand, It amazes Me sometimes you ever came down from the trees."

She smiled knowingly, like He had said something clever or important. He moved His hand inside the paper bag and momentarily lost Himself in play.

'"That's the way to do it!"

She looked mystified.

"Mister Punch. That's what he says in the puppet shows."

Her face was still confused.

"Punch and Judy. It's a version of an old play about good and evil. Puppeteers perform it with glove puppets for children to watch at fairs."

She was listening intently. She always listened intently but never heard His cries.

"Really not important. Just making noise."

The console blinked again. Same number, same caller.

"Hello."

He tried to sound a little interested.

"Good evening Hatter, how was your day?"

Speed of thought can be a curse. The multiple conversations possible from such an opening gambit sped through His consciousness like an almost endless meteor storm.

"Quiet acceptably bland."

He chose a defense that was bound to produce stalemate.

"You and your search for the bland! Anyone would think you only live to avoid excitement."

He smiled, happy in the knowledge that the caller could never know how right she was.

"How was work?"

Asking that question was always a good avoidance. She would talk incessantly know without need of any response on His part except for the occasional nondescript noise. 

He had stopped listening after the first two sentences happy in the knowledge that any question from the other end could be answered with a neutral interjection. Certainly He had no interest in the drama that was undoubtedly being unfolded for His imagined amusement but equally didn't like to be rude.

He swallowed the two pills quickly. Just because you live a long time and can regenerate doesn't stop you getting sick. She was still talking. He grunted in response to a pause.

"So she said she was quite willing to do it. Really excited in fact!"

Hatter frowned. Obviously the conversation had taken a turn and He was now floundering in the unknown.

"Well that's a good thing."

That response must be suitable whatever the circumstances.

"So what exactly did you tell her?"

He imagined crossing His fingers behind His back.

"Just that You would play with us both."

"Yes definitely. Whom exactly is she again?"

It was a risky question but He needed information.

"A friend from way back. We had a bit if a thing but it never went anywhere really. She is very physical and very submissive."

"Nice."

Suddenly He was interested.

"So when are we talking?"

"Your eager."

Well of course I am you stupid bitch. As if the thought of having a couple of submissives to play with wouldn't make Me eager.

"Was more thinking about you having a new experience."

He was pleased with the lie.

"I want to watch You use someone."

"How very voyeuristic of you."

"Be totally helpless while another services You."

"Masochistically orientated too! Arranging your own torture."

"Yes."

Hatter found her compliance quite interesting. He had suggested she find Him a new partner quite casually and had used the voyeur tease quite unscrupulously. For some time He thought the matter had been forgotten but obviously the bate was just slow working.

She continued, endlessly. He snarled and stared into the distance trying to remember the exact line.

"But for the father nothing!"

Yes that was it, damned Bene Gesserit Mother, just like the Mother Superior of the Sisters of Plentitude on New Earth. Hatter shuddered and put the image of cat people out of His mind.

"But for the Hatter nothing more like."

Her droning stopped and He realized He had spoken allowed.

"What do you mean nothing for you? Its all for you!"

Hatter thought quickly.

"Nothing I like more. That's what I said. Did you mishear again? Damn connection probably. For Hatter nothing more He would like than your present."

He heard the sigh of relief escape her mind and smiled wickedly. Stupid humans. Stupid stupid humans. Then it struck Him how boring they really were. How much like puppets. His marionettes, dancing, performing for His amusement. 

"You ever been inclined to call Me Master?"

He heard her gasp and could imagine the pictures painting her brain. Little did she realize the real irony, Hatter called Master, how appropriate, how truly predictably suitable.

"Yes, Master."

Damn these humans and their so easily persuaded natures.

"I was joking. No Master please. Its one thing guaranteed to turn Me off."

"Yes Hatter. Sorry Hatter. Forgive me Hatter."

He pushed the disconnect button and listened to the whine of the dead line. Like Me, disconnected and whining. The map was still on the adjacent screen. 

"Just a couple of days. Be back before you know it."

Repeated in His voice her words seemed even more hollow and unbelievable. Perhaps He had taught her too well. Damned humans, still evolving. 

He slapped her hard. She had asked Him too, He obliged. He felt nothing beyond the slight sting to His palm.

"Again Sir."

His arm swung absent mindedly and the noise just about penetrated the void enclosing His being.

The girl shook. Maybe she climaxed, He didn't care. He was reacting, playing to command, now He was the puppet. 

"Yes Sir, yes. Take Me."

Momentarily the fog cleared and He focused, then it was gone again, lost in a sea of melancholy.

The girl slurped away happily at His cock. Licked and sucked with a skill and determination that might in other circumstances have been appreciated. 

"I want your seed in my belly Sir."

The words were supposed to be arousing, dirty, nasty, but they just floated in the air without point. Sometimes He was a slave to position, an unwilling actor in a play of someone elses choosing. Why He participated was difficult to ascertain. Perhaps it was just easier to say yes than no.

"I didn't believe my good fortune when you talked to me Sir."

For fucks sake she was a barmaid. He had asked for a drink of water.

"I knew you wanted me Sir, knew you would take me, use me."

The girl was on auto pilot and was heading for another orgasm with or without His attention.

"I don't even know your name."

She didn't hear the sadness in His voice, or if she did was too far gone to care.

"Renata Sir. My name is renata."

He could smell her excitement even in abject disinterest.

"I have dreamed of this ever since we met the first time Sir."

Hatter stared at her face momentarily but she was still a stranger.

"I got a job at that pub just because you come in occasionally Sir."

"What?"

He was trying to fathom her meaning but not much was making sense at all.

"I got a job there so I could meet you Sir."

The girl was boasting, proud. As if somehow this peccadillo made her stalking meaningful.

"Why would you want to meet Me?"

"You're a Timelord Sir. Everyone wants to meet a Timelord. You are Master of the Universe."

"I don't want to disappoint you renata but I are the shit on the universes boot sole."

The girl thought for just a millisecond then went back eagerly to her fellatio.

Hatter wanted to crush her, but He couldn't. Wanted to take her stupid pointless hopes and dreams and tear them into the shreds they deserved, but He couldn't. Everything she was, every morsel of her being was exposed like the fragile skein of a spider's web and He couldn't break one strand. He was trapped in her reality as sure as He was trapped in that other woman's. A figment of other creatures fantasies, an illusion of ever thinning smoke.

"Tell Me renata do you think you could love Me?"

The girls eyes turned into pools of water on a moonless night. Deep dark pools full of danger from unknown monsters.

"Oh yes Sir. I love you already."

"Why would you love Me? I am the most evil Man in the universe."

"No Sir, you're not evil. You're a hero, kind, considerate, compassionate, everyone's friend. You're the person we all look up too and want to be. You're the last of Your kind and the Savior of us all. Earth would never survive without Your guiding hand to lead us."

Hatter looked away and smiled. Yes she recognized Him well enough. Decidedly He was indeed the most evil Man in creation.

"Many years ago My dearest friend the Face of Boe called for Me to speak to Him once more before He died. He begged Me come close and whispered these words. 

'You are an evil enigma Hatter, but a necessary one. Like god if you did not exist they would have to invent You to give the cosmos some meaning beyond misery and death.'

And so I continue. Do not ask more of Me."



Odyssey Ch. 08



"The problem with infinity my dear companions is that it's just so fucking big!"

Hatter had been trolling through the space and time charts for best part of three days and still had absolutely no clue where His quest went next.

"All very well the likes of Aristotle and Emile Borel making clever quips around the capacity of monkeys to do clever things with typewriters but doesn't really help a poor Timelord find the answer to His dilemma." 

River and renata had been listening to these self-indulgent titbits for far too long and even the constant buzzing caresses of their multiplicity of vibrators and dildos had finally failed to numb out the frustrating asides. 

"So what exactly are we supposed to be looking for?"

River decided to press the matter if only because her clitoris and ass bud had finally started to scream from the constant massage and penetration. Renata however was still frenziedly coating Rivers asshole with a fresh tongue lashing and could barely make out the conversation through the thighs firmly holding her in a head lock.

"It's the entry to the Steampunk portal. It used to be right next to the Vulvan System but it seems to have moved."

"You mean like my g spot does when I ask You to stroke it?"

"Fuck you River!"

River laid back and relaxed. Renata's initial frenzy had dissipated and her tongue was now moving at a leisurely pace around her ragged sphincter causing a general air of peaceful high to pervade her body. Somewhere in the far distance she could feel a quiet orgasm slowly approaching and River hoped it arrived before she succumbed to sleep.

"The trouble with you girls is that you think ass to mouth is the high point of civilizations quest for the ultimate prize!"

"Blah, blah, blah."

River tried to sound really bored and made a mental note that Hatters cock was going nowhere near her tonsils the next time He fucked her backdoor. It was at that exact moment the wayward and seemingly lost climax found her womb and dropped it down through the ovaries to hit her cervix.

"Fucking hell renata you eat ass like a Nebula prozzy on space crack!"

"Gank Gou Giss Giver."

The answer was of course severely muffled by Rivers gaping ass ring and intermittent heavy projectile squirting.

"Come on you two get dressed. Places to go, people to see, planets to save."

Hatter set the dials and pulled on the controls hard. Immediately the TARDIS erupted into motion, both through the fragile space time continuum and internally in a very unusual fashion. 

"What's happening Hatter?"

River was gamely trying to dress but every garment she picked up kept constantly changing in style, material and color.

"We are traveling through a dimensional time field, well actually through lots. Poor TARDIS isn't sure exactly sure where or what she is."

As if to add proof to the already worrying pudding jets of steam started pistoning out from nefarious plumbed joints and the normally silver and plastic console transmuted into antique nickel and brass.

"Fuck River you look so hot!"

The words seemed to dribble like honey from renata's mouth as her eyes wandered over her Mistresses form. Rivers dress was white organza, the kind that seems to float and yet form and shape to the body at the same time, beribboned tightly around her bust line and showing about as much cleavage as possible whilst still keeping her ample breasts in place. The skirt and frilled petticoats were gathered in a high vee at the front showing the tops of Rivers signature white stockings kept in place by taught suspenders that disappeared so seductively up and under the layering. A shiny brown leather bustier cinched around her waist fastening with four gilt buckles and tan Victorian style button ankle boots finished the ensemble. Renata tweaked her own nipples hard and yearned for the tight clamps that River utilized so perfectly. 

"Mind you don't piss those nice new striped leggings My dear!"

Renata blushed from waist to forehead and doffed her deliciously stylish brown bowler hat.

"You two girls finally ready?"

Hatter was slowly opening the door whilst carefully scrutinizing this new and as yet unfamiliar industrial landscape. Danger often lurked amidst the most nonthreatening of environments and this particular manifest whilst quaint and antique looking was quite capable of turning malevolent at the least opportunity.

"Hatter you are a revelation. Wherever we arrive You always look in the exact style without changing at all."

Momentarily caught off guard by the compliment Hatter pirouetted theatrically allowing his bright azure blue frock-coat to spread magnificently like the weighted skirt of a whirling dervish. Adjusting his black patent leather top hat to a suitably jaunty angle and placing a pair of rose colored hexagonal shades on the bridge of his nose Hatter stepped casually onto Steampunk World and into a rapidly sprung ambush.

Reinhardt Montgomery the Third was an extremely handsome man. A strong square jaw, glistening pearlescent smile and azure blue eyes gave him the looks of a cinematographic star, all atop the physique of a champion rower and amateur boxer. He was however quite the cruelest, most sadistic and manipulative being in this or any other universe. Even wearing the most opulent of tailored morning suits the cloak of evil never totally left his shoulders and female admirers often found themselves split between taking adoring glances and experiencing terrifying chills along their spines.

"We meet at last Hatter. I had hoped it might have been under happier circumstances."

Hatter was enclosed in a force field of sorts. The static sparks emanating from the shimmering walls suggested an origin in some way electrical but the technology surrounding him was of such strange construct that as yet he really was totally at a loss to comprehend.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage."

Hatter touched his very fine topper and bowed stiffly.

"Really no need for such formality my dear Hatter. My name is Count Reinhardt Montgomery and you and your two rather beautiful associates are presently in my laboratory."

The Count indicated the two girls as he spoke. Both River and renata were each restrained by straps in what appeared to be a crosses between dental and obstetric chairs.

"My fellow scientist Harriot Van Strang has volunteered to carry out a full examination of the two ladies in order to ensure they carry no pestilence liable to bring discomfort to our world. You of course being a Timelord are known to be disease free so will just have to observe."

On cue the rumbling of a medical cart slowly drew nearer until it appeared around the far corner steered by the expert hands the infamous Doctor Strang in person.

"Good evening Count, I presume that is the legendary Hatter."

"Indeed so Harriot but not needing any of your special ministrations. The two young ladies however are in need of one of your indiscriminate and intimate examinations."

Harriot ever the professional checked that the restraints holding the girls securely in place were adequately tightened. Having had one experience of a patient bolting midst exam she certainly wasn't going to take such matters for granted again. Satisfied to their total incapacity she next placed an O ring stretcher in the girls mouths securely fastened with a strap behind the head.

"You girls can still communicate with simple sentences or even grunts. I am very good at reading grunts."

Picking up a large pair of surgical shears from the trolley Harriet proceeded to remove any garments she considered unnecessary firstly from River and then with a little more difficulty from renata. The striped form fitting leggings whilst very attractive made the scissor work very delicate and it was a marvel of the Doctors professional excellence that all went without any major incident. Both River and renata showed amazing bravery in the face of such strange and unexpected treatment probably slightly assisted by Harriot's hands strategically stroking, teasing and even surreptitiously penetrating the girls anatomy as it become exposed.

"So good to see you enjoying your work Harriet."

Reinhardt sat back in a large leather arm chair and opened the button fly of his gray striped trousers. The sight of Strang dribbling as she stripped the girls had given him a strong erection and it only seemed appropriate to his somewhat warped sense of fair play to use the sexual depravity of Harriet's work as a masturbatory tool. His penis was long, thick and uncircumcised but already the influx of blood had caused the mushroom glands to push out of its sheath. He slowly pulled the foreskin back fully and allowed the cool air to dry off any discharge moisture that had collected. The slow steady surge of testosterone releasing in his glands was causing the shaft to twitch and buck in his hand.

"You going to be able to resist a little wank over this procedure Hatter?"

The question caused Hatter some pain. True these were his companions being handled like so much meat by Harriot but equally he had no particular attachment to either apart from their being good and frankly easy fucks. Whilst he should have had some sense of loyalty or even sympathy he was starting to dribble with anticipation at what exactly her depravities might entail. The thought train got derailed as Harriet slipped three latex covered fingers into Rivers already gaping cunt and stroking her inner lining aligned a nicely lubricated stainless steel speculum with her anal bud. Hatter trying to be casual slipped his right hand down the front of his pants. Luckily they were quite roomy and he was able to get a good grip on his quickly swelling member.

"I hope you are not an anal virgin my dear."

"Gugging ging gig gong gitch!"

"Oh I will baby believe me."

The speculum slipped past Rivers sphincter with a nice firm push and Harriet began to turn the expander screw with an even tempo. Renata was watching proceedings from her own uncomfortable chair with great interest. Noticeably the chair beneath her thighs was becoming shinier as her cunt started to discharge with great enthusiasm. Harriet noticed the wondrous flow and leaning over for just a moment placed a clamp on renatas swollen and exposed clitoris. Renata responded both politely and submissively by squirting in voluminous quantities.

"Mind if I have a little chat with the young one while you play with River?"

Harriet smiled so sweetly in Reinhardts direction he felt no alternative but to rise out of the chair and follow his penis forwards with much haste in the direction of renatas reclined form. Renata smiled gleefully as best she could behind the ring spreader and managed to wink seductively with her anus. River was moaning just a little as the speculum stretched her ass even more than was her own usual practice. Harriet slipped the rubber hose from the douche unit in place and commenced pressing the bulb that pumped the warm liquid soap mixture at a goodly pressure. Easing back the screw then removing the anal speculum Harriet was amazed how quickly Rivers sphincter was able to secure a tight grip on the tubing so eliminating any unnecessary seepage.

"Such a lovely asshole!"

Harriet's envy was totally honest, her own anal sphincter was ragged and torn from Reinhardts constant experimentation with objects of problematic size and shape. By necessity she standardly wore a four inch plug to avoid embarrassing incidents. 

"Such a pretty mouth!"

Reinhardt had positioned himself close enough to renatas face that her tongue was able to snake out through the O gag and lash at his exposed mushroom head. She sighed happily as she tasted the salty essence that clung round the rim and pee hole, a flavor filled journey to an earlier anal reaming he had given Harriet. Moving to between renatas thighs Reinhardt lunged forwards to impale his shaft in the girls sopping cunt. Clenching her muscles renata commenced milking the rampant pleasure stick wanting nothing more than a deep dose of this handsomely evil mans ejaculate.

"Nice view Hatter?"

Hatter was not inclined to answer but rather continued pumping his now fully exposed member.

"Want me to let you out so you can get some?"

Hatters hand was almost a blur as it rolled his extravagant foreskin back and forth. The lowering of the force field didn't seem to slow his pistoning at all as he moved quietly to stand directly behind Reinhardt whose trousers where now handily in a heap around his ankles. Having moistened his right finger tips with saliva Hatter ran them along Reinhardts ass crack making sure to totally coat the anal bud. Reinhardt felt the tip of Hatters cock against his flap and reaching back spread his cheeks wide for easy access. Never being one for missed opportunities Hatter pressed forward hard and slid through the offered sphincter and deep into the canal beyond. Reinhardt gasped, shivered and then echoing Hatters thrusts continued plundering renatas oozing vagina.

"Well Hatter you do know how to make a boy feel special!"

Hatter only grunted in reply as he ploughed deep into the Counts dark cavity. His eyes were fixed on Harriet whom having withdrawn the enema tube from Rivers quivering sphincter was now pushing a three inch bulbous plug into the twinkling eye. River for her part was literally intoxicated. The enema liquid had contained a 5% solution of tequila and the quick absorption through her upper anal canal was ensuring a strong and liberating drunk.

"Guck ge gease, guck ge, GUCK GE!"

Rivers slurred pleas escaped from her mouth through the O ring with a good degree of salivated passion. Harriet being an inordinately cruel individual but certainly not a tease immediately thrust three latex gloved fingers deeply into Rivers snatch and started pumping ferociously. Amazed at the depth the hand slid Harriet was forced to palm her thumb and utilize all fingers fully. The hand slipped deep as the span and amazingly with one good hard punched thrust was fully enclosed in Rivers trembling vaginal canal. Harriet's fingertips were touching the cervix at very upward movement and within seconds Rivers abdomen rippled and danced with pent anticipation of the thundering explosion to come.

Harriet pulled her hand from Rivers stretched cunt with difficulty. The suction built up from her fast pumping seemed to grip her fingers like gravity. She admired the excreta cover latex once it emerged before rolling the glove of her hand and allowing the item to fall to the floor where it seemed to cloy like a sodden poultice fresh from a weeping sore. Slowly unbuttoning her rubberized medical coverall she shivered as the hot atmosphere sucked the sweat from the now exposed skin. She could smell the musky odor of her moist vulva and ran two fingers along its length reveling in the opulent moisture already accumulated. Pulling the small examination stool from beneath Rivers chair she carefully lubricated the over sized dildo already securely positioned in its very center. 

Standing directly over its formidable tip she squatted till the cold rubber head was firmly clasped between her cunt lips. Allowing her now ungloved right hand to casually trail up the inside of Rivers leg she watched as the expectant labia gaped in joyful preparation for another manual assault. The simultaneous thrusts of hand into fleshy velvet box and surprisingly tight vagina down onto thick dildo bought instantaneous joint climaxes screaming from their cartwheeling cervixs. 

Hatter considered this strange turn of events simply as another effect of the space time continuum. Thrusting balls deep into someone who should be an arch enemy and preparing to fire a goodly wad of Timelord essence into his dark recesses was surreal yet within the realms of probability. Obviously His real reasons for risking traveling to the Steampunk dimension had far more serious ramifications than a simple orgy however sublimely deviant it might be. The tightening of His ball sac bought Him back to His present physical need and the pleasing way that Reinhardts anal canal rippled and gripped at His barreling shaft. 

Renata was about to explode. She had enjoyed many a double penetration in the past, both by multiple cocks and all manner of combination of penis and dildo but this new experience of being the bottom slice of bread in a very meaty sandwich was beyond her most imaginative fantasies. Reinhardts magnificent staff would have been totally satisfying alone, but with the additional thrust and pressure of Hatters ass sheathed spear was a phenomenon beyond equal in her experience to date. Reinhardts deep infusing load hit her cervix hot and heavy and without a moment's hesitation she let the complete contents of her bladder spray hard and steaming against his buried flesh.

Harriet felt the impaled tip of the dildo scrape across her cervix and with a few careful adjustments aligned the apex directly to the tiny but disproportionately sensitive conjoining avenue to her womb. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as the tremors of orgasmic repetition mixed with the sweet torturous agony of an almost impossibly difficult penetration. Her fist took on the uncanny feel of a knot swollen deep inside renatas sheath whose muscles gripped in quaking constrictions around the invading phoebe and her four pumping friends.