Kidnapped

Amy was woken up by the sensation of warm breath and hands on her bare skin.

"Rory!" she giggled, trying to playfully bat his hands away, but they continued to probe and poke her. "Ow! Rory, stop it!"

Amy opened her eyes and brushed away a curtain of flaming red hair...before screaming and lashing out, trying to escape the stranger studying her body.

They were humanoid, but clearly not human. They were wearing what looked like a hazmat suit, their orange eyes blinking at her. While their hands explored her skin, their tail held a futuristic-looking tablet, which the individual would consult every few minutes.

"What-? Where-? Who-?!" Amy stammered, looking around wildly. The TARDIS, Rory and her bed had all gone...and so had her pajamas!

"Stop looking at me!" Amy shrieked in her strong Scottish accent. "Get off!"

She tried to wriggle free, but Amy was outnumbered and the hands holding her were too strong.

Amy was helpless to stop them twisting her ears and nose; pulling at her eyes and hair; flexing her toes, ankles, knees, elbows and wrists; prodding her stomach; and squeezing her buttocks and breasts.

"Oi! That's private!" she began to protest as they investigated between her legs, but her words were silenced as they opened her mouth. Stretching her lips, they tapped her teeth and pulled on her tongue.

Amy gasped as she felt fingers penetrate her and explore he insides, but her exclamations were muffled by the fingers rooting around in her mouth.

Suddenly, one of the individuals slapped a hand over her mouth and squeezed her nose closed. Amy's eyes went wide as she fought to escape. The aliens chattered excitedly in a strange language, intrigued by her reaction. Amy's eyes began to water as she felt faint, unable to breathe. Just when she thought that she was going to pass out, the alien released her.

Amy gasped, taking in huge gulps of oxygen.

"W-what the fuck..." she cursed them.

Amy didn't know how long they violated her for, but eventually they withdrew. Her heart was racing, perspiration clinging to her pale skin. Whether they had intended it or not, they had been pleasuring her for the duration of their investigations. By the time Amy had recovered, she was alone.

"Hey, wait!" she called out breathlessly, finally covering her chest with her arms and curling her long legs close.

Amy wiped tears from her eyes as her skin crawled, the memory of those alien fingers still fresh in her mind.

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Amy stired as she heard the door to her cell opening.

She had tried to **** open that door, trying and failing to find a weakness in her prison.

How long ago had that been? Days? She had received no visitors. The aliens apparently didn't know she needed food and water to survive. Amy was feeling very weak and dehydrated...not to mention cold.

All the fight had drained out of her. Where was the Doctor? Why hadn't he rescued her? But if he did, he would see her naked!

Amy raised her head from her arm (having given up hope of her body hair every regrowing) and focused on the door.

The alien was speaking to her in a language she didn't understand. But when he moved to the side, Amy was suddenly flooded with energy.

She shot up into a sitting position and desperately scuttling backwards as a horribly recognisable figure entered the room.

"No, no, no!" Amy shook her head, quivering with fear. Her heart was hammering in her heaving chest and she squeezed her thighs closed.

Oh, Raggedy Man, where are you?!