Take your punishment

You look at the console buttons, but you don't know whether the ladies listed on them will help you out or just **** you alongside Amy. Not wanting to find out whether Dodo will use a dildo on you, or Astrid will rip your ass, you decide instead to settle for the red-haired Scottish devil you know, at least for now.

As the truncheon pounds into your asshole, any hope of a button press saving you is suddenly taken away, when Amy leans over, her pert breasts pressing against your back, and covers your nose and mouth with her left hand, stifling the noises you're making. "There there," she says, "I can't have you making those mewling noises, not like the others."

"Others?" you try and say, but her hand prevents you.

"That Raggedy Man fell apart, after some oh-so-gentle probing," she says, ramming the truncheon into you. "His hearts just weren't in it. He didn't even like the fish fingers and custard I **** in there. Guess he was only interested in me for my crack... And as for Rory, boy, did I make him roar."

Her hand continues to press on your face, blocking your airways, as she continues her rhythmic truncheon-thrusting.

"Not that I don't like a bit of nostalgia," she says. "That's why I'm making it so hard for you to breathe. You really don't understand, do you?" Her hand tilts your head upwards, still maintaining an airtight hold on you. "Look at the centre of the console..."

As sweat pours down your face, and you fight for air, your cock hard as the pressure inside you keeps building, thrust by thrust, you look ahead at the middle of the console, but all you can see is a large inert glass tube.

"That's right, nothing's happening," she says. "I miss the old days, the pulsating column, the groaning, wheezing sounds."

As she says the words, her truncheon hits your prostrate and your column pulsates, sending streams of hot white goopy cum into the Tardis's pink console covering. Your legs buckle as you wheeze and gasp and struggle for air while your cock sputters out its final milky drops.

Amy lets go of her grip on you, pushing you to the ground, and stands there, one high-heeled foot resting on your quivering body, as she looks down at the console intently.

"And after the pulsating column and the wheezing and the gasping, that's when the adventures begin."