Full Mouths and Empty Heads

The Doctor's screams slowly taper off into breathy moans over the course of the next few minutes, her hands dropping from her chest and hanging limp at her sides. "You really are a total slut, aren't you," I ask Aphasia idly as she gags and slurps theatrically on my cock. I know she's not capable of being particularly quiet, given how sloppy wet her blowjobs normally are, but this has to be deliberate on her part - mainly because I know she barely has a recognisable internal biology, let alone a gag reflex. "You don't even care that your mother's getting her brains sucked out, you just want an excuse to ****-" I punctuate my remark by pushing forward slightly with my hips and pulling her hard down the rest of my length, a small explosion of drool and throatslime bursting past her lips and coating my balls as I start to fuck her throat in earnest. "-on this cock."

She gurgles in affirmation, completely shameless in her desire, and grabs my hips for better leverage while she tries to milk me down her greedy gullet. I watch the Doctor feed more and more of her mental power to the porn movie parasite, her face still obscured by the bright stream of energy; I turn my attention to the phone at the other end and raise an eyebrow at the way light - or rather, space - seems to be bending and rippling around it. Whether it's supposed to be happening, or a result of running the signal through the TARDIS's warped dimensions, it seems to be the signal that 'Sandi's' feeding is coming to an end. I slowly drag Aphasia back up my shaft until she's **** to release it with a wet POP and a ragged gasp, before looking down at her panting, **** expression.

"Keep our new friend busy when she finally shows up," I tell her, "and next time, I'll actually let you make me cum." The way her expression shifts from plaintive disappointment to eager anticipation is funny enough that I miss whatever mind-bending visuals accompany the loud sizzling sound of the receptionist's phone melting down. Sandi Suxxx, in the flesh, blinks in surprise at feeling real air against her skin and real ground beneath her high heel-clad feet, before a bottom-heavy blonde missile tackles her back against the console and sticks its tongue down her throat. Leaving Aphasia to her 'work', I turn to the Doctor and discover why she's been so suspiciously quiet.

Spit drips from obscenely fat lips, too thick and juicy to change their expression, let alone close. Glassy, unfocused eyes stare off into space with only the barest hints of intelligence behind them. It seems to take a good few seconds for Sandi and Aphasia's moans to filter through her brain, snapping her out of utter mindlessness and into 'mere' vapidity, her head tilting slightly as she stares at her 'daughter's' latest conquest-in-progress. Slowly, her expression - on the rest of her face, at least - starts to shift as her brain begins to warm back up; it doesn't warm up very far, if the way her eyes widen in almost childlike wonder and roll back in a distinctly adult sort of bliss when her tongue brushes against her new lips is any indication, but at least she's aware enough to respond to stimuli.

"Now," I drawl, cupping her chin and tilting it up as I push my thumb into her mouth, "why are you so out of sorts, Doctor? Normally, you've got brainpower to spare, even after some sort of psychic succubus has slurped out a nice, filling share." No change - not a blink, not a shift in posture, nothing but soft hum as she finally manages to **** her lips closed far enough to seal around my thumb. This isn't the biggest, most universe-shaking change I've made - not even close - so... Oh, that cheeky bitch. "Oh well," I continue after a moment to let my power sink in and not activate accidentally on my next words, looking down her body, "I suppose there's exceptions to everything. What a pity, the great Time Lady's now nothing but an empty-headed, drooling doll."

The reaction is as immediate as it is incriminating, thick thighs twitching from the effort of not squirming as a fat drop of pussy juice drips onto the console room floor. "You know, it's probably just as well you've turned into such a vapid slut-" Another twitch. "-because this way you won't have to worry about how good it feels shut up and suck like a brainless bimbo-" Twitch, twitch. "-and what that says about you." Her tongue lashes at my thumb as she sucks on in rhythmically, her eyes already partially closed in the fugue of putting her new lips to work. The only indication that she even has the brainpower to understand her surroundings are her repeated twitches, showing that she understands my words despite me never changing my slow, soothing tone.

"How does it feel," I ask her, "to be a living sex doll?" Pretty damn good, if the resultant twitch of her thighs is any indication. "To be nothing but a hot piece of ass? To be nothing but tits and holes?" She's damn near shaking at this point, no longer able to concentrate on keeping the faint glimmer of intelligence in her still-glazed, half-lidded eyes. "Just as well you normally focus best when you're sucking on something, isn't it?" She nods before she can stop herself, and I slap her ass in response. "That's it, just keep sucking and you'll be fine in no time." She continues to suck on my thumb as she slowly drops more and more of the brainless act, while Sandi's eyes roll back as Aphasia forcibly bends her over the console and buries her face between the alien pornstar's asscheeks for a deep, sloppy rimjob.

The Doctor murmurs something around the digit plugging her mouth - or rather, given the glorified fleshlight she's currently sporting for said mouth, she makes a noise just varied enough in pitch for me to tell it's supposed to be an attempt at speech rather than a formless whine or moan. "I know, right? I guess she's a bit starstruck, given that Sandi's work is the sort of thing she spends every free moment of her time gooning to." Whether that was actually anything to do with the Doctor's 'remark' is impossible to tell, but she's too distracted sucking on my thumb to press the issue if it isn't. "Then again, girls like her normally inherit habits like that from their mothers," I tease, and this time the Doctor does squirm in embarrassment, "so it only makes sense she'd get it alongside the blonde hair, trashy dress sense and dumptruck ass."

I slap the Doctor's ass again as she releases my thumb with a wet pop and pulls away, giving her new lips a slow lick while she stares hungrily at my half-hard cock, still shining with Aphasia's spit. Proving that her porn habits aren't the only thing the younger blonde suddenly-always inherited from the elder, she drops into the same floor-scraping, wide open thot-squat before wrapping both hands around me and beginning a silky-skinned, steel-gripped effort to get me back to full mast. Between her personal skill and the ****, hoarse moans that Aphasia's wringing out of our 'guest', it doesn't take long - and if I were to have been even a little less than rock fucking hard before the Doctor's, for lack of a better term, mouthpussy closes around it? I sure as hell wasn't afterwards. The blonde practically inhales my shaft from the moment the tip brushes her lips to the moment those plush, wet lips are pressed firmly against my crotch, the entire thing wrapped tightly in either her long, coiling tongue or the hot, wet vice-grip of her throat.

"Gluhk! Gluhk! Gluhk! Gluhk-Gluhk-Gluhk-GluhkGluhkGluhkGLUHKGLUHKGLUHK!" Drool streams and splatters over my balls and stains my pants as she grabs my hips and I grab her hair, the two of us working together to saw my throbbing cock into and out of her gullet like I'm trying to dredge it, a frothy mixture of spit, precum and throatslime gushing down her chin and onto her chest every time our combine strength manages to overcome her greedy sucking enough to pull me out. Wet slaps echo around the console room with every thrust down her throat as my balls swing against her, her eyes growing steadily clearer as she forgets to keep playing the ditz and just enjoys the moment.

It's not long - presumably, it's a little difficult to accurately gauge the time with my perception only able to discern between whether a given moment is better summarised as GLUHK or HRRRLHK - before the Doctor's grip tightens and she holds me balls-deep inside her, the pressure around me making the act of unloading every heavy rope of cum feel like swimming a mile through treacle; exhausting, slightly degrading, but carrying an undeniable sense of accomplishment at the end of it all. By the time my head stops swimming, I'm sat in the plush armchair I claimed when I first arrived aboard, Aphasia and Sandi's tongues swabbing my cock clean as the Doctor's wobbling, bouncing ass disappears deeper into the TARDIS. With my legs feeling slightly numb, there's not really much more for me to do other than sit back and enjoy their attention.