Cracking the Whip

Author - Janice

Rating - NC-17!!!

Synopsis - Nyssa finds the Doctor and Tegan having some fun together.




Where were the Doctor and Tegan? Nyssa wondered. She had been unable to find them in the most likely places, such as the console room and kitchen. Curious, she widened her search and hoped she would not get lost in the attempt. Most of the corridors on the TARDIS looked very much like one another.

Slowly Nyssa proceeded, opening the occasional door to peek inside. There was no trace of either of her friends for quite some time. Then, as she turned left down a new corridor, she heard noises nearby. They sounded like moans and cries. Nyssa quickened his pace. Someone must be hurt, she thought.

She tried every door she came to and on the fourth one, was successful. The Doctor and Tegan were both inside this room. Oh, they were certainly both inside it. The Doctor was inside something else as well. Completely naked, he was deep inside Tegan, who was chained to the wall, arms above her head, moaning and gasping as the Doctor drove his length into her.

Nyssa must have made some sort of involuntary noise, because Tegan's head snapped up and she stared right at the doorway. "Nyssa!" she choked out.

"No roleplaying now," the Doctor grunted out. "We'll do it later."

"No, Nyssa is here!" Tegan cried out. "In the room with us."

The Doctor abruptly stopped moving. He twisted his head to glance over his shoulder. "So she is," he answered Tegan. Slowly he withdrew from her body and stepped towards Nyssa.

Nyssa tried desperately to look anywhere except at the Doctor. He was naked and huge and walking at her, and she was horribly embarrassed.

"Doctor!" Tegan chided. "Don't you think you should cover up just a little? Nyssa is shy, you know."

"Not for long, I hope," he muttered, but took up a towel to cover his lower half. "Come in and sit down, Nyssa," he invited.

She really would have preferred to flee, but found herself obeying and taking a seat on a small sofa. The Doctor sat on the other end, ignoring Tegan's requests to be unchained from the wall. "Now, Nyssa, I suppose you have some questions about what you've just seen."

She swallowed a hysterical laugh. "You could say that. How did you and Tegan, I mean, when did you and Tegan...." Her voice trailed off in confusion.

"Let's see." The Doctor considered. "Well, our relationship started the day she told me I was a useless piece of Gallifreyan dung. Do you remember how I asked you and Adric to research the properties and chemical reactions of sunstones for an important project? While you two were thus engaged, I brought Tegan into this private room. Then:"

Hands chained together to the wall she stood facing, naked and still in shock, Tegan struggled frantically against the metal collar affixed to her throat, but the more she fought, the tighter it became. Also, each time she squirmed, a riding crop whistled down upon her bare buttocks. Finally, exhausted and streaming with sweat, her arse on fire from the stinging blows, she ceased her movements.

"Better," came the Doctor's voice from behind her.

At the sound, Tegan began to thrash once more.

The crop rained several blows upon her bum, the Doctor ordering, "Stay still!"

Almost crying from the pain, Tegan did so and waited for the next move. She could hardly believe the Doctor was treating her this way. She'd always thought of him as passive, easy to cow, but now he was controlling her and asserting his authority. She'd been shocked enough when he'd held her down and stripped her. The fact that he had also tied her up and beat her into submission was mindblowing.

When he was sure the fight had been taken out of her, the Doctor began to speak. "Tegan, you're ignorant and know nothing of maths or science or history. You are a constant complainer. You are rude, annoying, and an irritating bitch. To this point, you've served no useful purpose aboard this ship. But I've come up with a way for you to make yourself of some use."

Tegan shivered as she felt him step closer, near the arch of her raw buttocks. A palm came down sharply on the right one, and she jumped and whimpered in pain. The hand then trailed down the cleft of her buttocks, tracing a line, until it halted directly beneath her legs and assumed a cup shape against her body. To her intense embarrassment, Tegan felt her hot wetness dripping against the Doctor's palm.

He leaned close against her back and whispered lowly in her ear, "Ah, just as I thought. Pain turns you on. You're wet enough to water a garden."

At those words, another gush surged out of Tegan's body.

"Eager, are we?" The Doctor chuckled. "Well, I think I can accommodate you." He stepped away, rustled around with his clothing, and then returned to press against Tegan's back once more. She had expected to feel his warm flesh but then realised he must have stripped just enough for the sex act itself.

A cold, hard object nudged against her buttocks and Tegan tensed, then relaxed slightly as it slid lower and came to rest near her gushing slit. "Here we go," the Doctor said cheerfully and the object plunged into her.

It was not his penis. It was a smaller, thinner object that quickly spun into a dynamo of life, vibrating and bumping about. The sensation was electrifying. It set Tegan's entire body to trembling with its rhythm, her teeth chattering, her toes curling.

"Wh-wh-wh-wh," she stammered, unable to form a single coherent word.

The mystery object inside her was readjusted in position and she exploded in a paroxysm of pleasure.

When she was able to think clearly again, the Doctor was holding the sonic screwdriver in front of her face. "I made another one," he explained. "Useful, isn't it? And now, shall we continue?" He tossed the screwdriver aside.

The Doctor finished the story, with some help from Tegan, and waited for Nyssa's response. There was none. She seemed too stunned to speak.

"Oh, honestly, Nyssa," the Doctor said impatiently. "You really shouldn't be so surprised. Why do you think I allow young girls aboard my ship in the first place? Out of the goodness of my heart? Of course not. No one is that nice, or that stupid."

Finding her voice, Nyssa managed to say, "Then how does explain the boys you've had aboard?"

From across the room where she remained shackled, Tegan rolled her eyes. "Take a wild guess, Nyssa."

She did, and turned paper white as she looked at the Doctor. "Does that mean that you and Adric were....?"

He smiled enigmatically. "A gentleman never tells."

Which was, in and of itself, a most telling answer.

"So, Nyssa." The Doctor slid a few inches closer to her on the sofa. "I have a question for you."

"What is it?" she said cautiously.

"On Traken, would you now be of acceptable age to engage in sexual activity?"

She looked from him to Tegan and back. All she had to do was lie and say no, and she knew her friends wouldn't pursue the matter. She looked back at the Doctor and Tegan and said, "Yes."

"Good answer!" Tegan cheered.

She may have been a little less enthusiastic shortly afterwards, when the Doctor was instructing Nyssa on correct use of the riding crop.

Whack, it came down on Tegan's left buttock.

"A little harder, I think, Nyssa," the Doctor instructed clinically.

WHACK! came her response on Tegan's right buttock.

"Perfect," the Doctor praised as he danced his fingers delicately over Nyssa's clit. "I wouldn't be surprised if you were cracking the whip over all of us in no time.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!