Untitled Master,Lucy, Martha Drabbles

It had been so long.

So terribly long in fact she almost wished she hadn't done it. Sure she rid the Earth of what may have been certain death but it left her locked up somewhere alone without any stimulating company. Not that she couldn't get herself off no she could do that. She was in a constant state of arousal and it just wasn't the same without him. He had conditioned her body to receive his “blessing” night after night and every single morning. Of course she couldn't satisfy his needs at all time. All those pretty young things on the Valiant spreading their legs. Then one day he no longer touched them nor would he visit her in the night grinding his hips against her. She began to wonder why he would lock the doors to his office.

Why would he keep her out? She was his most faithful companion...wasn't she? She walked in on him one day before things got real bad (whatever real bad was at the time) and saw him sitting in his chair naked with his eyes closed in concentration. He moved in a way she could not believe. He was jerking off! His articulately fine double throbbing veined cock in his very skilled hand working so furiously towards release. She was so entranced by him she didn't realize she had moved closer to him. The pearls of his precum leaked from the large mushroom shaped head decorating his fist in a spiral swirl like pattern. His hips bucked so wildly and so hard she though the chair might break from his actions alone. The fact that she could hear him panting meant he had been at this a long time. His face was so angelic she wouldn't believe that he was even capable of hurting a fly let alone the entire planet.

She wanted to see what was on the monitor that had him in such a state. She saw Martha Jones touching herself in the shower except she looked younger than the one they knew now. She watched as the young woman cried out in climax and he joined her shouting Martha's name like a prayer spurting loads of seed everywhere. Across the ceiling and his body a mother of pearl sheen of sweat and cum there was even some on her dress and face. That made her angry. When you are truly angry you don't think. He had caught her hand before it even connected with his body.”Aww poor little Lucy.” To most the tone sounded sweet and maybe a little condescending but to her it was down right scary. He pushed her down on his desk and ripped off her dress ramming inside her at full speed. Not giving her time to adjust to his massively wide eleven and a half inch member thrusting so hard he was bruising her instantly. She was so needy for his cock she wouldn't say no at all. Looking back at the memory now even though it made her hot she was being raped by her husband. Her alien husband who just happened to rule the world.

Closing her eyes at the memory her body gave a sharp jolt bucking upwards into her invisible lover. She felt his hard manhood pumping away inside her and she wasn't surprised in the least. He told her something she couldn't quite remember how exactly he put it but it fit this situation. His people could project the physical or something like that. Was that what he did when he took her so forcefully that day? He gave her a memory of himself to help her through the long cold nights. But that would mean he knew she would betray him. The more she thought on that the less sensation she felt inside of her so she let go of that train of thought and focused on the memory. A heavy weight lay upon her and between her legs forcing its self inside of her. Pumping away she began to sweat and let out a litany of curses mainly centered around him. She even felt her phantom husband climax inside her. Tomorrow she would think about him and contact her families spies but tonight and quite possibly tomorrow night she would think about her lover again.