clara and the 11th doctor

The tardis shook with venom knocking clara off her feet, her skirt riding up to her waist in the process. she yanked it back down and looked at the console screen, outside she could see the doctor and another man, she didnt recognise him.

"I want your tardis doctor. thats the only reason we are here." the doctor paused, "well come with me we can travel together, maybe some sort of joint custody thing? just release it from the containment bond" "no no doctor i dont want to travel, i have my own mighty ship right here. i want it destroyed." he smiled. "but to do that i need the key, to stop you bringing it back in some sort of loophole." "shit." the doctor thought. that was his plan all along. he heard a bang behind him and turned towards the tardis.

"Is someone in there?" said the dealer with a smile, "turn up the transparency indicators" with that the tardis became see through and clara was revealed. "oh i have just found my bargaining chip number one!" the dealer smiled. the doctor ran towards clara, then it all went black.

the doctor awoke to the dealers hand on his face. "nasty that. you ran straight into a containment field. not the best move but youre awake now." he gestured towards the far wall. clara was bound to it by her feet and hands, her jacket now gone. "key, now, or bit by bit we will see more of her. "inwardly the doctor quite fancied seeing ore of clara, so he refused.

the dealer gestured to his guards. they stepped towards clara. "doctor no help! help!" the first guard grabbed the left strap of her black tank top and sliced through it then tore it from her, leaving her heaving breasts covered only by her black lacy bra. the second guard tore away her skirt leaving her in just her dark purple panties. still struggling and screaming, clara was then fully stripped and fondled roughly, to the amusement of everyone in the room, including the doctor