Amy and the Doctor reassure Martha

After a long, passionate kiss that fulfilled her dreams and inflamed her pussy lips, Martha Jones finally broke away to gasp for air.

"I have wanted to do that for so long," She panted, her face flushed. "Thank you so much for not forgetting about me."

Martha said as she leaned into the Doctor's touch, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. She couldn't believe how much she had missed him, how much she had longed for his affection and attention. And now, here he was, standing before her, looking at her with such intensity, such longing. It was overwhelming, and she never wanted it to end.

The Doctor smiled, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw, his eyes never leaving hers. "Martha, you were always special. You were always important. I just...I wasn't ready then. I needed time. But I am ready now, so don't worry. I will make sure reality becomes even better than your wildest dreams."

Martha nodded, her heart swelling with a new, vastly expanded sense of love and devotion. "I trust you, Doctor. Completely. And I always will. I swear."

A sudden movement drew her eyes again to the redheaded woman, who had been watching them kiss and proclaim their love and devotion to each other with wide, hungry eyes. She stepped forward. "I'm Amy, by the way. Amelia Pond. The Doctor's first...recruit, if you will." She extended her hand to Martha, who took it, her grip firm and sure.

"Martha Jones, but I am sure you already knew that," she replied, her eyes flicking between Amy and the Doctor. "I'm assuming there are to be more of us, then? Many more women to be bred that you will recruit into your harem?" She asked for clarification.

Amy grinned, her red hair cascading over her shoulder as she nodded. "Oh yes, we've only just started. The Doctor's got big plans, and he needs a lot of mothers to help bring back the Time Lords. I'm the first, and you are the second, but we definitely won't be the last."

Martha's eyebrows shot up; other emotions stirring inside her all of a sudden, but her voice remained steady. "I see. And you're okay with that? With sharing him?"

Amy laughed, a sound that made her think of tinkling bells in a great mood. "Oh, Martha, I'm more than okay with it. I'm eager for it. I've never felt this...this alive before. This free. This wild. And I can't wait for more."

Martha frowned for a moment, hesitating in her reply as she contemplated her feelings on the matter. Then she turned back to her beloved.

"I meant what I said that I trust you completely, Doctor," Martha began. "If you truly think this is what you must do, then I will, of course, support you in your quest to mind control and breed any woman you could possibly want to recruit into your harem across time and space. But..." She winced a bit. "I have to admit that I am feeling a bit jealous at the idea that I won't be your only lover even now. Not that I would ever let that stop me from supporting your goals, naturally, but I can't possibly lie to you, so it's probably better that I am upfront about it. I am so sorry if you are disappointed to hear that." She babbled, looking distressed.

The Doctor immediately shook his head as if trying to reassure her, but before he could reply, Amy put a hand on her shoulder, a smirk growing on her lips. "Don't worry about that, Martha. That can be easily rectified with another round of mind control. Come on, Doctor, liberate this lovely woman from her jealousy and make sure she becomes a bisexual woman if she wasn't already so that she enjoys being my sister-wife a lot more, will you?" She said, her eyes darkening with lust and a tinge of thrilling amusement.

The Doctor nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "Indeed, Amy is right. This jealousy you feel can be easily rectified with a simple wave of my newly enhanced psychic power. You don't mind, right, Martha? After all, you just vowed that you will always trust me, right, love?"

Martha's eyes widened slightly at the enormous implications of their words, but she did not break her gaze as she nodded. "Yes, Doctor. You know best, and I trust you completely." She swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "Do it, please. Do whatever you think is necessary to make me the best version of myself and a more compatible addition to your harem."

A slow, satisfied smile spread across the Doctor's face. He took a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Very well, Martha Jones," he said, his voice low and intense as Martha felt his words echo with irresistible power again. "From now on, you are a bisexual woman, eager to enjoy the company of females inside and outside the bedroom, and confident in your newfound sexuality, but to be clear, I am the only man you will ever find sexually attractive for as long as you live," He specified as she felt tendrils of power penetrating her mind. "Aside from that, know that you will find the women I deem worthy of recruiting into my harem to be especially sexy and attractive, starting with Amelia herself, and you will enjoy bonding with your fellow sister-wives in both social and love-making situations. That means you will never feel negative feelings of jealousy for any woman I claim as a lover, and you are glad that this is the case. You understand and accept that my harem will keep growing, that I will continue to bring women into it, and that each one will be special to me in their own way. And you will welcome them all, happy to share your life, love, and body with them. Do you understand, my lovely Martha?" He asked as he finished commanding her mind.

Martha felt a long, all-encompassing shiver run through her body as the Doctor's words took root in her mind, altering her very being. She could feel the jealousy and hesitation draining away, replaced by a growing sense of acceptance and even excitement. Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into the Doctor's touch, her heart swelling with newfound desire.

"Thank you so much," she whispered, her voice thick with longing.

Amy, watching them with hungry eyes, sashayed over to Martha, wrapping an arm around her waist. "You're going to enjoy this, Martha. Trust me," she purred, her fingers tracing the line of Martha's jaw.

Martha's eyes fluttered open, meeting Amy's smoldering gaze. She licked her lips, her body already aching with need as she embraced her newly sapphic urges. "I want to," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I want you too now."