Investigate in the TARDIS.

Whipping out your sonic, you do a general scan.

"The residual energy readings do seem familiar..." you note, waving the device across the room. "Let me see that video."

Rose passes you Gal's phone, and you replay the video, or at least the ending. While you preferred the view from where you'd been sitting Gal, effortlessly riding your cock, her face beaming in radiant pleasure, you had to admit, the view from Rose's angle had something to recommend it too.

You stare keenly at the green energy particles coalescing around Gal as she fades out.

"Mid-range matter transport, has to be." you observe. "We can track down where she want, and quite possibly who's taken her, from the TARDIS."

"You don't think this is more of a job for Superman?" the Londoner says, giving you a sultry smirk.

"Please." you say, straightening your suit, making for the door. "Superman's got nothing on me."

Rose follows you out, and in a matter of seconds, you're back in the expansive interior of the TARDIS. Indeed, you'd much rather have a blue box that gets a little bit wet for you than a blue supersuit.

"I'm locking onto the particle trail, should be able to jump to it's origin point." you tell Rose, bashing a few keys on the central console. You're just lucky the TARDIS seems to like it rough, from you at least, and before long, she's carrying you on your way.

-

You sidle out of the TARDIS, Rose following close behind. You find yourself in a darkened corridor, some kind of alien ship most likely. Following your instincts, you move quickly and quietly down the hall, screwdriver at the ready. Taking a few corners, you soon come to a window, from which you can look down on a long, brighter room, laid out like a production line.

You see alien workers milling about, diminutive, ugly, grey-skinned creatures, black jumpsuits pulled over somewhat rotund bodies.

"They don't look like anyone we've encountered before." Rose whispers.

"They're called the Badra." you remark. "They travelled out of their home system, oh... about fifty-six years ago. They're collectors of a sort, abducting famous, beautiful women to-"

"Doctor!" Rose interrupts "There's Gal!"

The brunette is suspended, naked and bound towards one end of the room. Clamped over the top of her head is a device that resembles something like a black VR headset, complete with earphones. Thick white tubes have been fed into her mouth, ass and pussy. You can see a blue solution being pumped through them in dribs and drabs, keeping the actress in a compliant, aroused stupor.

"What are they doing to her??" Rose mouths, staring on in disgust.

"I think you're about to find out." you say, pointing down as the production line begins rolling.

It's a streamlined, efficient process. Starting not far from Gal, four devices that look like oversized 3D-printers begin whirring up. In a manner of seconds, they produce replicant versions of the Wonder Woman actress, beginning at the feet, ending at the head, her hair included.

Given your intimate knowledge of the original, you'd have to say the faked versions are excellent likenesses, save for the lack of any and all pigmentation or colour in the hair and skin.

Once the copies of Gal are finished printing, they plop down onto conveyor belts, moving to the next section of the production line. Here, lasers bombard the duplicates from every angle, painting on the correct skin tone, hair colour. The Badra even operate large robotic pincers, flipping the Gals onto their stomachs so they can add the proper colour to their backsides.

At the next stage, Badra workers dress the copies, skilfully manipulating the Gal doubles into screen accurate copies of her Wonder Woman costume, tiara, bracers and all.

Then, at the final stage, the replicants are manipulated into large cardboard boxes, tied down, complete with accessories like an Amazonian Shield or the Lasso of Truth, then sealed up behind a large window of clear plastic. From there, the "action figures" are wheeled off to some other room, to await sale.

"What are they doing?" Rose says aghast.

"You'd be surprised how much of a market there is, for good replicas of Earth movie stars, on the intergalactic black market." you say simply.

"Why would anyone want a copy of an actr- Oh." Rose realises, glancing back at the original Gal's naked, writhing form.

Just when you're thinking of your next move, you feel the barrel of a rifle pressing into your back.

"Turn around!" a low voice orders.

You oblige, hands up, finding yourselves face to face with a group of the Badra's security. What they lack in height, they make up for in firepower, it would seem.

"Move, Doctor." the leader says, gesturing with his laser. "Arch-President Mox will deal with you!"