The Fantasy factory

Barbarella’s clothes took their wearer onto a conveyor belt, one that would lead into a gateway with bright neon signage above it. The sign read: The Fantasy Factory!

River wiggled in concern as she tried to move her limbs to no avail, she was drawing ever closer to a doorway with a sign that gave her no comfort. Eventually, she passed through the black plastic flaps and into-

A humongous factory floor, that spread itself across an entire room and have little concern to gravity. The conveyor belt ran across an indefinite loop around the entire room, not just in the floor but on the walls, and the ceiling! In the centre of the room was a spindly mass of mechanical hands and machinery attached to arms that had the ability to extend and reach any part of the conveyor belt. Two little hands went and grabbed the sleeves of Barbarella’s armour plating.

The visual onslaught of the room was so disorientating that River hardly noticed the two mechanical hands lifting her out of her shoes. She did however, notice when they yanked down her leggings, leaving her bottom and crotch exposed once more. River tried to thrash and struggle but it had no effect. The arms then pinned her back down face first onto the floor of the conveyor belt, her butt was left sticking up in the air and River felt something cold and inky stamp both of her butt cheeks which provoked a startled yelp.

A mechanical hand wielding a paddle descended down in front of the two ink stamps. It then began to swiftly strike the flesh that the stamps were on, causing the flesh to jiggle vigorously.

River yelped and moaned as she felt a sharp onslaught of spanking and slaps upon her butt, when the arm finally stopped, River’s bottom was as red as a tomato.

And as if by magic, Barbarella’s armour plating found itself glued to the conveyor belt, and the seams on the leotard became weak and frail in an instant.

River felt the hands holding her arms let go, and without hesitation she leapt up from the conveyor belt. However, she realised that her leotard had remained stuck to the conveyor belt and the back had torn apart when she jumped up, leaving her completely naked once again. But that couldn’t be right, the fibre of Barbarella’s clothing was meant to be stronger than that. Well, she was hardly the right person to be lamenting on canonical inconsistencies, and she was now free of whatever hold the land of fiction had over her, so she jumped off the conveyor line and tried to make a break for an exit.

However, she felt a tugging sensation on her bum and looked back to find what looked like to be a magnet arm behind her, pulling her back. But how was that possible? Barbarella wasn’t wearing any panties for River to steal. Wait a minute, the stamps! The stamps were fictional!

River wasn’t sure whether she ended up tiring herself out or if the magnet had increased it’s power, either way, she felt her now painfully sensitive butt snap onto it’s cold surface which provoked another yelp. And before she could attempt to pull herself off, the magnet manoeuvred her above an enormous cylinder held in place by another arm. The magnet was turned off, and River dropped right into the cylinder.

The metal ring enclosed around the bare flesh of the figure inside the cylinder. The cylinder then redirected itself to a conveyor line on the wall, and launched the fleshy figure out like a canon.

As the conveyor line took her up onto the ceiling, the gravity of the room seemed to reorientate itself around her position and a pair of mechanical arms came up to her holding powdered cotton pads. The arms began to vigorously dab her face with the pads for a few seconds, as River gave a spluttering cough, another arm grabbed the bottom of her chin and held her face in place as another arm drew a sharpie across her face.

River’s lungs were then assaulted when a group of spray paint cans got to work on her hair. As River coughed the red and green mist out of her lungs, another robotic hand patted the patch of hair above her crotch with a cotton pad which caused River to squirm. And before River knew it, the conveyor line stopped completely and she found herself staring at a gigantic book on the ground below her. It had been opened up on two, blank pages, and Before River could figure out what was happening, the metal clasp released her and she fell down onto the soft pieces of paper below.

As the book felt the impact of the object, it soon began to close itself up. The blank pages began to compress around the fleshy figure, the human body, and the body began to merge with the pages, became ink, ink that spread and became words, became a story. This was the story, of one Professor River Song.