TARDIS Trouble, Part 5: Foreplay

"Alright, girls," D-13 calls out, strutting in front of her counterparts and their daughters like a drill sergeant inspecting her troops, "I know you all desperately want to become Cybersluts, but you need to prove you deserve a body like this-" She makes a sweeping gesture down her body with one hand and most of the material of her her bodysuit winks out of existence, leaving her in elbow-length gloves, knee-length boots and a slingshot swimsuit with straps so thin it's a miracle her nipples are covered, never mind her areolae. "-before we give it to you!" Her curves now on full display, it's easy to see that their perkiness isn't just the result of some kind of super-advanced push-up fashion; her tits and ass are clearly, albeit artfully, enhanced with implants that seem to be designed to subtly flaunt how fake they are with every jiggle and sway - a fact that's clearly grabbed the Doctor's attention, and practically mesmerised Aphasia and Aphasia Two. "Step one; stroke those slits for me! Let me see you drip."

All four quickly obey, naturally, fingertips alternating between slowly stroking their plump, puffy pussy lips and rubbing frantic circles around their swollen clits. The two Aphasias lean on each other for support as their hands work frantically under the denim of their shorts, sharing a smouldering kiss - literally, wisps of their green smoke are drifting into each other's mouths whenever they pull back to show off their tongues tussling to D-13 - while they do. The Whore's free hand is hard at work kneading her tits, and from the way the pale flesh is bulging between her fingers she'd probably be leaving bloody nail marks if she didn't share the Doctor's inhuman durability. Speaking of the Doctor, she's sucking on two fingers like they're the most delicious thing she's ever tasted - a lie, given how my cock is currently lodged in Zoe's throat instead of hers, and I know how much she loves it. Speaking of whom, I have to admit that Zoe's throat is a top class cockmilker, even if it's not quite up to the Doctor's level.

As if sensing my opinion, she pulls off of me with a wet slurp. "Adjusting for your self-professed mundanity field", she remarks, "your endurance is far above average. None of my targets before now have been able to withstand basic fellatio for so long." Wait, basi- "MMMMPPPHHLLLRRRK!" I grit my teeth and grab her head for support as the brunette's near-perfect imitation of the Doctor's technique resumes. 'Near'-perfect this time, not because it doesn't quite match up, but because it's better. "GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK-GLRRRHKKHRRKKKGLLRRRK-GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK!" Zoe's cheeks hollow as her tongue slathers spit onto my balls, practically dragging my hips with her through sheer **** of suction - and my body's desire to stay hilted in that heavenly throat - whenever she pulls back. "HRRRRRRRGLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK!" At some point, she slaps my hands away from her head and grabs my wrists to stop them going back, before-

I come back to my senses hunched over Zoe's head, hands gripping her hair in a white-knuckle grip as I suck down air and she sucks down me. Her entire throat is rippling and clenching rhythmically around my shaft, milking shot after face-plastering shot of my cum down her gullet. She's showing no signs of stopping either, even hungrier than the Doctor was when she had her new lips forcibly given to her. There's no guilty craving to sate and then try to forget about like the Doctor has, just a crystal-clear drive to drain me dry, so she guzzles down more cum than I've ever pumped out in a single orgasm before and just keeps sucking - dragging my climax out continuously with constant stimulation and suction. "GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK-HRRRRRRRGLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK!" We're at an impasse; I can't do anything other than focus on how tortuously she's dragging out one of the best orgasms of my life - the very embodiment of 'suffering from success' - and she can't complete her mission because I literally won't run dry.

After what might have been a couple of minutes, or much, much longer, she pulls off of me with another obscene slurp. "Interesting," she says without missing a beat, even as she pushes me back to sit on the edge of the bed and starts stroking my cock in a completely redundant effort to keep me hard, "your sexual stamina and productivity are at an unprecedented level. After we finish subduing the Doctor and her other associates, you will accompany us to Cyberslut central control for further inspection." A slight sigh of relief leaves me at hearing they're planning to drag the others in for conversion and subject me to all sorts of debauched experiments, because for a moment I thought she was going to do something drastic. I lean back on my elbows as she lowers her head again and resumes her cocksucking at the more manageable pace she used initially, clearly just doing it to keep me busy.

The return to a more sedate technique gives me a moment to see how the Doctor's getting on. To my total lack of surprise, her slit's drooling almost as much as her mouth, spit dripping from her chin and fat drops of pussy juice rolling down her thighs as she pumps and rubs, a vacant, glassy look in her eyes. The Whore is in much the same state between her legs, but her gaze is far sharper and flashing with envy while she stares at D-13's tits, which I'm certain have gone up another cup size or thre- four, as the cyberised Time Lady smirks and lets her tits grow out a little further. Both of them seem to have more than met the target she set them earlier, but it's a bit harder to judge the Aphasias with their clothes in the way - a sentiment D-13 seems to share, if her sudden frown is anything to go by.

"You two, come here," she commands, the younger blondes uncharacteristically flustered and meek as they slip their hands out of their shorts and hurry to obey, "and ladies, pick up the pace. I want to see those fingers pumping now!" Then again, given how quick their elders are to obey, maybe the tone of her voice simply hits their buttons just right. She quickly takes Aphasia and Aphasia Two's wrists, bringing their hands to her mouth and lapping them clean of juices. "Nice and sweet," she muses in a satisfied tone, before her voice hardens again, "but now I need to make sure that you two haven't been cheating." As if it's a prearranged signal, Zoe picks up the pace right as D-13's hands plunge down the front of the girls' shorts - not to the extent of sucking another load out of me, but enough that for a few moments all I can do is lean back, shut my eyes and bask in the feeling of her tongue slithering over my balls.

When she calms back down, I open my eyes to the sight of the Aphasias clinging to D-13 for support, panting and squirming as her fingers slip deep inside them before hooking to stroke and press against their weak spots. It's something I've seen the Doctor use to settle arguments in her favour from time to time, when her daughter's feeling particularly bratty, so it's no surprise that D-13's been able to intuit what to do. Speaking of the Doctor, she and the Whore are utterly fixated on the tableau, with a hunger in their eyes like they're watching their daughters get their brains pounded out for trying to sneak a peak when I'm showering instead of seeing them ride their... I suppose aunt's fingers into a blissful stupor. The smirking woman pulls her hands free with a flourish, slowly sucks each of her middle fingers clean, then slams her hands down on the recovering girls' asses.

"Just as I thought," she admonishes them, "you're a pair of dirty cheaters! Now, what made you two think you could get away with pushing your fingers so deep into your tight little pussies?" She grins as they open their mouths to answer, clearly enjoying her self-appointed role as their 'trainer', before forcing them both to moan with a harsh grope that causes the pale flesh of their asses to bulge between her fingers. "Ah, ah, ah," she teases, "naughty girls like you don't get to lie to me. Now, answer me honestly; were you trying to trick me into converting you?"

Aphasia bites her lip and groans helplessly. "Yesss," she hisses out through clenched teeth as she receives another knee-weakening grope, "we were..."

"We want to be Cybersluts so badly," her 'sister' agrees, batting her eyelashes at the implant-pumped copy of her mother, "we'll do anything, please!"

Something about the whole exchange, the stilted dialogue delivered with utter conviction, reminds me of Lady Wakefield and her staff; particularly the way they all seem to be trying to lead whoever they're addressing to the 'logical' end result of hot-and-heavy lesbian sex. D-13 evidently doesn't need much leading - whether that's a result of Cyberslut conditioning or the Doctor's personality being better preserved than most isn't clear, but all it takes is a click of her tongue for Aphasia Two's lips to part slightly in anticipation of the reward for her honesty. Said reward turns out to be a sloppy, moan-laced kiss with the older woman, D-13's tongue - showing a few piercings of her own, each one crackling slightly with pink-and-purple energy - slipping out of her mouth between cheek-hollowing, breath-stealing liplocks for the thoroughly overwhelmed brat to suck on.

The soft slurping sounds of Zoe continuing to throat my cock like the precum I'm spewing down her greedy gullet is her only source of sustenance are soon joined by the slurp and smack of Aphasia Two and D-13's lips as the Cyberslut casually dominate's her partner's mouth. It's not even a contest; one minute, Aphasia Two's body language is still showing signs of the girl having some fight left in her despite her humiliating orgasm - and the next it's like it's all been sucked straight out of her, leaving nothing but a fuck-drunk ditz grinding on D-13 like she's a particularly thick stripper pole. It's almost impressive; normally, I need to actually fuck Aphasia to get her in that state. D-13 pulls away from the kiss, leaving Aphasia Two to enjoy the aftershocks-

-before laying the same sort of soul-sucker on, from my perspective, the original. Ordinarily, I'd be concerned about someone sticking blatantly nefarious technology in my slut's mouth - even if the one responsible is an implant-stuffed living sex doll - but this is hardly unusual behaviour for D-13, so I let it slide. It doesn't take any longer for Aphasia to become a drooling, shivering wreck than it did for her sister, and the Cyberslut lets them cling to her for support as she turns to where the Doctor and the Whore have been fingering themselves deeper and deeper into a haze of edge-riding pleasure to the sight of Zoe turning her throat into a milking pump for my cock and their daughters getting their brains French-kissed out. "Good work, ladies," D-13 congratulates them, ignoring Aphasia licking the side of her neck, "now, I think you've earned a new wardrobe to replace those rags!" With one last slap on the Aphasias' asses, she slips out from between them and leaves the pair to slake their need for mindless heavy petting on each other.

Both of her fully-organic counterparts moan when her hands squeeze one of their tits each, moans that only grow more intense as the vanished material from D-13's bodysuit apparently makes its reappearance as two shiny, rippling patches of nanites that devour their few remaining articles of clothing - even if that only amounts to their shoes, socks and the tattered remains of the Doctor's crop top. That completed, I'm treated to the impressive sight of them constructing a new outfit from the ground up, both women rising up slightly on the soles of the same knee-high platform heels as D-13. Thigh-high fishnet stockings crawl up the Whore's legs, while the Doctor's own solid ones extend even furth to cover everything up to the swell of her ass. Both women shudder as the silvery patches slither over their pussies, around their hips and up their spines, leaving matching thongs in their wake, before spreading out around their upper backs and down their arms to form the neck-and-sleeves portion of a reverse bunny suit. The Doctor's remains just that, her only further modesty being the clock face-patterned nipple pasties that the last of 'her' batch of nanites turn into, while the Whore's at least form a from to her top that extends down to just past her nipples, with straps extending down to link up with the tops of her stockings to keep it from slipping up.

D-13 smirks as the Doctor immediately swings one leg up into a perfect standing side split to test how well her new stockings conform to her legs - very well indeed, it turns out - and the Whore threads her fingers through her hair, hips gyrating and rolling as she gets a feel for her new Virgin Destroyer ensemble. On a silent cue, they both snap to attention so she can give them a brief - and overacted, in my opinion, but that's nothing new for D-13 now or back when she was still the Doctor - visual inspection. "Very nice," she nods sharply, "we'll make proper Cybersluts out of you yet. Now, step two; let's see how well you can tease." With that, she spins on her heel to face Zoe and I, and all three variations on the blonde Time Lady perform a synchronised cock of their hips before strutting in unison towards me.

Something about the smirk adorning D-13's face is... different to the ones that the Doctor and the Whore are sporting, but frankly I'm to distracted trying to split my attention to them, the sloppily makeout session the Aphasias are engaged in, and-

"GLRRRHKKHRRKKKGLLRRRK-GLUHK-GLUHK-GLUHK!"

-Zoe's sudden resumption of the mind-melting head she gave me only minutes ago to care about it too much. All I can do is groan and clutch fistfuls of her dark hair, staring at the three blondes approaching the bed and listening to the chorus of sloppy kisses and even sloppier gagging as she starts to drain my balls once again.