Surrender

You hold your hands up in surrender, and Amy grins, spins you around and slams you against the side of the police box before bending your arms behind you and smartly hand cuffing them together.

She pushes you roughly into the Tardis, and before you even have a chance to pass comment upon the interiors curious spatial relationship to its exterior, she's shoved you up to and forward over the center console, so that your face is pressed against a bank of switches and buttons and your crotch against a curious ribbed, pinkly fluorescent panel that looks a little like an air filter. Amy smartly pulls down your trousers and kicks your feet apart - with your hands secured behind your back you're helpless to resist.

When you feel her hand slip smoothly between your ass cheeks and rubbing something cold and slipperly into your crack, however, you decide that it's time to speak up.

"What are you doing!?" you ask, a little belatedly and foolishly, gasping when you feel something harder and wider replace her hand.

"Well, now that you're under arrest, I'm going to have to extract a DNA sample," she purrs into your ear, "And you're gonna fire it into that special psychic semen sensitive control panel in front to you, and that'll determine your crime... and your punishment. Maybe I'll let you off with a warning, maybe it might be more serious."

She leans all the way over you, and you feel her breasts press against your back and her lips brush your ear as she whispers -

"Maybe I'll have to take you to *prison*."

You open your mouth to protest, then you let out a yelp instead as you feel her truncheon begin to slowly and steadily **** it's way past your tight asshole.

"Aw, hush now," Amy says brightly, "Soonest begun, soonest done, I'll soon have your sample squeezed out of you..."

She shoves your head down against the console, and the buttons blur before you. Focusing your eyes, you realize that each button has a name written next to it - Leela, Romana, Ace, Donna, Martha, Bill... there's even one for Amy herself, and several more. They look almost like doorbells on an apartment block entrance.

You yelp again as Amy steadily drives her truncheon closer to your prostate. You could try pushing one of the buttons with your nose, or accept that it's a fair cop and take your punishment?