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Return To Bad Wolf Bay (Eleven/Rose)

Originally published by Almanorek at FanFiction.net under the Title ‘Eleven/Rose Oneshot’
This version of the text has been edited for grammar and spelling by ‘Last Centurion’. It includes
numerous small changes as well as some larger changes such as referring to the Doctors as the Meta Crisis Doctor, the Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate, and just plainly the Doctor instead of Eleven or Ten as originally written. Other changes include and increase in explicit language. I believe that these changes for the whole are better and take a decent story to an entirely different level.
In Rose’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘Journey’s End’. In the Eleventh Doctor’s Timeline this is set immediately after ‘The Doctor’s Wife’.
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“But… What? No, that’s impossible. Why would he?…” Rose stammered, staring at the slowly materializing TARDIS that was manifesting itself mere feet away from where it had left minutes ago. She grasped the Meta-Crisis Doctor’s hand tightly, anxious and confused.
The blue police box turned quiet. The turning of a lock was heard, and Eleventh Doctor stepped out of it, adjusting his bow tie, with a grin on his face. “Rose Tyler! Wonderful to see you. You don’t look a day older than when I left. Come to think of it, neither do I. You’re… Also wearing the same clothes. Interesting. And…” He turned his head to his right. “The indent that the TARDIS made in the sand is still here. Rose, how long have I been gone, exactly?”
“About three minutes, give or take. It’s quite odd, really. You made a big speech and basically said I’d never see you again. That is you, right, Doctor?”
“Three minutes?!” The voice came from inside the TARDIS. Amy stormed out, an angry look on her face. “You leave a little girl waiting outside of her house for a crazy man in a box and don’t come back for a decade, but you can hop across universes and return to your girlfriend after being gone for three minutes?”
Eleven took a step back, then quickly recovered. “Ah, yes, Rose Tyler, meet Amy Pond. Amy Pond, Rose Tyler. Do try and get along. Maybe you can bond over a mutual, irrational, ludicrous hatred of bow ties.”
The Tenth Doctor’s Duplicate had a bewildered look on his face. “How exactly did you get here? You can’t travel between parallel worlds like this. The void isn’t meant to be crossed.”
Eleven broke out into a large smile. “Ah, yes, well, the void wasn’t crossed. During our travels I received a psychic distress beacon, which led me to a pocket universe that fed on TARDIS’. Long story short, that universe is equidistant from our original one, and this one. Our TARDIS, long story short, informed me of this when Pond here saw me, erm, a bit sullen, and suggested that we try and reunite, ‘after all this time’.”
Amy crossed her arms. “I expected two years of difference, not three minutes.”
“Yes, but now we have two Doctors and one Rose, me. How exactly are we going to deal with this?” Ten took a step closer to Rose and put an arm around her shoulder.
Eleven rubbed his hands together with anticipation. “Ah, yes, see, wonderful thing about that. Turns out that Donna, your Time Lord-y other half, was keeping you ‘stable’ so to speak. Not that you’d fall apart into ectoplasmic goo, or anything like that, but you’re sort of like a drawing without an outline at this point. No harm done until someone comes along…” He walked forward, and placed a hand on Ten’s temple. “And mixes the colors…”
The light of regeneration began to pour out of the Meta-Crisis Doctor. It burned jets of flame into the air, which curved and began to flow into the Eleventh. Rose stepped back, bordering on horror, as her Doctor’s duplicate melted away, leaving only one Doctor where there was once two. Eleven stretched and yawned, emitting a few crackling noises as he twisted. Rose ran forward and grabbed him by his tweed jacket. “The thing. The thing you said three minutes before. Does it need saying?”
The Doctor placed his hands on Rose’s hips, the fire of love rekindled in his eyes. “No, I don’t think it needs saying. But I’ll say it anyway. Rose Tyler, I love you.”
The two embraced, and deeply kissed each other, while their assorted companions watched, awkwardly.
“I’m sorry, did I miss anythi-” Rory cut himself off as he stepped out of the TARDIS and watched the events unfold. “Ah, yes. Yes I did. Who is that girl and why is the Doctor trying to devour her face?”
Jackie looked around. “Should… Should we go? And leave you two to each other? This feels rather odd. I mean, I’m happy for you, really, but I feel like maybe we should get off of this frankly gray and boring beach.”
Rose pulled away from the Doctor, blushing. “Jeeze, mum, could you give us some privacy?”
Jackie turned away. “No, don’t mind me, dear. I’ll just go with your father and we can have icky adult sex back home.”
“Mum! I didn’t need to know that!”
“And I didn’t need to see you snogging with the Doctor!”
The Doctor straightened his bow tie. “In my defense, I did, by your perspective, save the human race just a few minutes ago. And I’ve done a lot since then, too, I don’t mind mentioning.”
Pete fished through his pockets and procured a jingling key ring. He tossed it to Rose, who eyed it curiously. “There’s the key to our house. You two run along. I’m no fool, I know what’s going to happen. But you’ve earned it. Both of you. Things are peaceful here, for the most part. We can spare a day without the Doctor.”
Amy and Rory watched, bewildered, as the scene unfolded. The former spoke up. “Oy, Doctor, what exactly are we supposed to do while the two of you shag? We don’t exactly know what’s going on in this ‘second’ Earth. What if I eat some fish fingers and grow a second head?”
The Doctor turned to his current companions. “You two have nothing to worry about. It’s a parallel Earth. Parallel. Not perpendicular. Not orthogonal. This is simple geometry, Pond. The only problem you have to worry about with fish fingers is mercury poisoning. And only if you get that cheap imported kind.”
Without a word, Rose grabbed on to the Doctor’s sleeve and began pulling him away from the shore. Amy called after him, though she was quickly calmed by Rory, while Pete and Jackie held each other. Jackie sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to do extra laundry tonight.”
Whisked away from the companion of his friends and her family, the fated couple made their way to Pete’s estate, which the Doctor noted had been changed significantly since the last time he had seen it, on account of restorations necessary for the damage done by rampaging Cybermen. Rose unlocked the front door using the key her father had given her, and with the same force, pulled the Doctor inside and locked the door behind him.
“Well, Doctor, welcome to my home. It’s not exactly bigger on the inside, but it’s still pretty bloody big. And it has just as many rooms as the TARDIS.” She grinned at him. “Let’s go see how the bedrooms compare, shall we?”
She pulled the silent, but willing man up a large, ornate staircase, down a twisting corridor, and into an amphitheatre of a bedroom. In the center lay an enormous, plush bed, covered in red silken sheets and blankets. The pillows were thick with the feathers of some unknown bird, and covered in velvet of the same color. The entire piece of furniture was draped in a large transparent curtain that Rose disappeared behind, becoming a silhouette.
The Doctor looked around, curious. He saw a wall made entirely of doors. Presumably closets. On his left, a dresser. A single drawer lay open, out of which a floppy purple dildo leaned. On his right, a hot tub, currently empty, though surrounded by so many spigots that he doubted it would take more than five minutes to completely fill. The sides were entirely perforated, implying that jets would come on in every direction.
He returned his attention to the shadow of his long lost love by the bed, which began removing pieces of clothing from itself. It then proceeded to lie across the bed, and hold a hand out, beckoning him. “Come on, Doctor. I’ve had an itch for a long time now, and I need you to cure it.”
From Rose’s point of view, the Doctor moved off to the right, then came back, quickly. “What were you doing?” She smiled at him questioningly.
“Erm, nothing. Taking off my glasses.”
“And you left them by the dresser?”
“Yes. The dresser. It’s where I put all of my glass-related eyewear. Now, you were saying?”
Rose giggled, then placed a hand onto the Doctor’s chest. “Doctor, tell me, how long have you wanted to be in this position?”
He placed his over hers, and looked directly into her eyes. “Oh, for the longest time, Rose. But between the Daleks and the Cybermen and the adventures that seem to last forty-five minutes at a time, I just couldn’t find the right moment.”
Rose rolled onto her back and splayed her arms out, turning her head to continue facing him. “Well… There aren’t any evil monsters now. Come save your damsel in distress.”
He leaned over her, running a hand through her hair. “And what exactly is distressing her?”
“She’s sick. She needs a Doctor.”
The Doctor lowered, his lips landing on hers. Rose met to meet him, forcefully pushing her face at the one she had waited years to touch so intimately. With her right hand, she grabbed a handful of blanket, and then rolled to her left, landing on top of the Doctor and pulling the covers over the both of them.
From on top, Rose pressed her groin into his, rubbing cloth on cloth, feeling him get hard beneath her. She allowed herself to fall onto his chest, instead using her hands to feel his oddly shaped hair. “Is it always like this or do you use some kind of gel now?”
He grabbed her hands in his and pulled them downwards. “Have you always made fun of the way I looked or is it just now?”
As he let go, her hands moved to caressing his shoulders, while his snaked under her shirt and felt her breasts under her bra. He reached to her back and unclasped it, then rolled back, straddling himself above her. He began to rub her from underneath, feeling her nipples harden from the stimulation.
“Alright, Doctor. Surprise me.” Rose flashed a smile, and then pulled one of the pillows onto her face, obscuring her lover from her vision, but still reacting to every feeling of him touching her.
Without seeing, Rose felt her pants being removed. They slid down her legs, which rose into the air ever so slightly as they passed over her feet. Her panties only came down far enough to reveal herself to him. Her pussy lips flared out slightly and she felt the Doctor run his finger up and down them slowly. He brushed his thumb brush against the patch of light blonde hair she kept above her pussy. She was so wet from his teasing.
She then felt herself being entered, bucking ever so slightly at the feeling of his cock. The Doctor settled inside of her. He then began to thrust in and out, rhythmically. She clenched the pillow to her face, allowing its scented velvet to fill her nostrils.
Rose fell into the rhythm herself, forcing herself forward as he went inward, trying harder and harder to touch her groin to his, but it seemed as if she could never reach it. Regardless, the two picked up pace. Rose began to moan from pleasure.
She climaxed, arching her back hard and throwing her arms out to her sides, crying out. The Doctor slowed, stopped, and pulled himself out from her. She pulled the pillow off of her face. “What, was I not good enough to make you finish too?”
From behind his back, he pulled out the purple dildo he had seen hanging out of his dresser on the way in. It was slicked with fluids. “Look familiar?”
“You sneaky bastard. So, what, you’re not going to do me, then?”
“Oh, no, Rose Tyler, I intend to. But not here. No, not here. Over there. To my right. About nine feet.”
Without another word, the Doctor spun off of the bed. Rose watched his silhouette run off and begin encircling the hot tub, leaning down slightly. Rushing water began to echo through the room, and with each of the Doctor’s steps, another pouring chimed in.
Rose stepped out of the bed’s curtain, wearing only a shirt now, panties around her ankles, to see the Doctor turn the final faucet on. Water was rushing in to the hot tub from dozens of spigots, and was filling quickly. Still silent, the Doctor took a single step into the hot tub and allowed himself to sink, making a small splash and settling against one of the walls.
Rose took another step forward. “You’re mad!” The Doctor was still wearing his clothes, which were now completely soaked.
“Yes, I’m a mad man with a box come on we’ve been over this already now get in the hot tub.”
Rose stepped out of her panties and took her shirt off. Completely nude, she began to turn the nozzles off one by one. By the time the last one was shut, the hot tub was full. Before finally stepping in, she pressed a single button by its edge. Jets began to fire from every inch of inside of the tub, creating a cacophony of bubbles and force. She then settled down next to the Doctor, who put a wet, tweed-covered arm around her shoulder.
The Doctor removed himself from her and began to remove his sopping clothing, tossing the pieces one by one over the side of the tub, causing them to land with a wet ‘flop’. Now just as nude as her, he returned his arm to her shoulder, pulling her close.
Rose twisted to face him, and climbed on top of his lap, pressing his hard member against him with her groin. Her hands landed on his shoulders and made their way downwards, caressing his arms. Neither of them could wipe the stupid smiles from their faces.
“Not so fast, Rose Tyler.” The Doctor pushed forward, causing the two of them to drift briefly in the water. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around, facing her forward, guiding her towards one of the larger jets of water.
Rose’s pussy approached the jet. Immediately, she lurched forwards, throwing her arm over the edge of the tub, grabbing for support. Her lower body writhed as the rush of fluid coursed over her, stimulating every part of her entrance and giving her the sensation that she was being pumped full of someone’s seed.
Bent over and exposed, Rose looked behind her to see the Doctor finally lining himself up with her. He pressed the head of his shaft to her besieged entrance and pushed forwards, entering her and causing her to shake further.
Rose, entranced by the stimulation, forced herself backwards, impaling herself further on the Doctor’s cock, causing him to stumble from the surprise. His shaft flared, causing him to lock into her. Rose bucked forward again, pulling him with her, the stimulation becoming too much for her.
Rose’s arms and legs gave out. She collapsed forward against the wall of the tub. The Doctor, still tethered, awkwardly fell on her back. He lifted her off of the wall, and carried her, still plunged on him, to a section of the hot tub where the jets were less intense. He lowered himself onto one of the underwater benches, Rose landing on his lap.
Recovering, Rose acknowledged that the Doctor was inside of her. She began to grind herself back and forth on him, causing him to squirm from the pleasure. She grinned, and pulled herself up a few inches. The flare, which locked her to him, tugged harshly. The Doctor cried out as he rose up to follow her movement.
Rose giggled, and settled back down onto him. She gyrated back and forth in place, taking care not to move in such a way that would tug on the flare. The sensation was enough for the Doctor, who was beginning to regret his initial plunge and began to feel himself grow closer to the edge.
The Doctor climaxed, firing thick streams of cum into Rose. Her insides grew even hotter than the surrounding water, and the stimulation caused her to finish as well. She cringed from ecstasy and cried out in pleasure. She slumped backwards onto him. The change in angle caused his cock to slip out of her. It flicked back and forth, tossing the last few drops of seed into the water in front of them. Thoroughly exhausted, the two slumped against the sides of the tub, allowing them to slip off into slumber.

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The Resistance

Ok this one is something I have been slowly putting together in my head. There are two universes, similar only in the fact that they have the same people in them. One universe is at war, a resistance is fighting a dictatorship in a bloody battle. When they lose their leader they use a machine to bring their leader back to them, he’s the same person from a different universe universe 1 is the dictator owned world that is ran by Jay. Universe 2 is a peaceful world where our hero is pulled from.

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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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G.S.P. Chapter 4/13 The Question of Ownership

New York city is tormented by mysterious monsters attacks and no attempts to track the suspected aliens are successful. The government’s solution is to form an all new super hero team named G.S.P. to protect the city. The veteran heroes assembled know the hardship of being heroes and how sex might be an useful relief, but are they really prepared for what happens when an innocent (?) bystander hurt during one of their missions is something they have never encountered before?

Science-Fiction

Jurasic Fuck

This was written on a dare and originally read aloud at a party. Most of the purple prose is deliberate. I apologize in advance for the flowery language – and the comparisons of certain parts of anatomy to flowers. I also apologize for anyone who walks away from this with a dinosaur fetish. As usual, I don’t care if your comments are “constructive” or not.

Science-Fiction

G.S.P. Chapter 1/13 Prisoner Inside the Hospital

New York city is tormented by mysterious monsters attacks and no attempts to track the suspected aliens are successful. The government’s solution is to form an all new super hero team named G.S.P. to protect the city. The veteran heroes assembled know the hardship of being heroes and how sex might be an useful relief, but are they really prepared for what happens when an innocent (?) bystander hurt during one of their missions is something they have never encountered before?

Science-Fiction

Wonder Woman Captured by the Nazis

Wonder Woman is captured by the Nazis during WWII. This is the story of the rape and humiliation she endures when she is their prisoner.
Author’s Notes: Although I used to enjoy creative writing in high school, this is the first erotic story I’ve ever posted. I have a number of stories saved, many just needing an ending before I’m ready to post them.

Science-Fiction

Star Wars: The Restricted Files – Chapter 9 – Asajj Ventress vs. Anakin Skywalker

Disclaimer: The following story is not connected with the Star Wars franchise, or its creator, George Lucas and does not represent the characters, writers or producers of set franchise.
Story Codes: mf, MF, anal, BDSM, cream pie, grope, inc, hp, preg, spank, voy
Star Wars: The Restricted Files Part 9 – Asajj Ventress vs. Anakin Skywalker
by Avatrek ([email protected])
Anakin Solo snuck around the corner of the ship after leaving his Uncle Luke and brother Jacen in the cockpit. He was on a very secretive mission; once every two days, his sister Jaina had washed her little Ahsoka Tano imitation outfit with the ship’s cleaning droid and while she did this she always took a little nap in her cabin, completely naked. Because of poor foresight and the need to keep at least tolerably hygienic on the trip back to Yavin, Jaina was forced to hide her nakedness under the covers of her bed while the cleaning droid did its work on her leather outfit and long white leggings. Anakin’s mission however, was to catch Jaina in her room, naked, while she slept. After seeing her sweet little tight ass and pussy, Anakin had been dreaming every night about getting a peak at her entire body and especially her perky little tits he had not had the pleasure of gazing upon. The bulge in his pants was all the proof needed to know that he desperately wanted to succeed in his little mission, hopefully unsuspected and undetected. Using his uncanny mechanical skill, Anakin picked the electronic lock on Jaina’s door and slid it open without making a peep. Like he had expected, Jaina was sound asleep under her silk bedcovers, probably dreaming about the last holovid she had watched of Ahsoka Tano being abused by the Sith Assassin, Asajj Ventress. Using his superior Jedi stealth abilities, Anakin was able to sneak up to Jaina’s bed and slowly pull down her covers. Anakin instantly grabbed the bulge in his pants after getting his first glimpse her immaculate teenage body, her tight bald pussy and her small perky breasts. Anakin just wanted to reach up and squeeze one of them, but before he could even get close to her, Jaina stirred and flipped onto her stomach to give Anakin and even better view. Anakin nearly fell over with excitement as he was treated once again to an up close and personal view of Jaina’s flawless teenage ass. Seeing an opportunity to at least get a good grope in of her juicy little ass, Anakin moved his hand to her supple backside and cupped one of her warm cheeks. Anakin squeezed it once, and before he could even move to the next cheek to get a second feel in, Jaina stirred again.
“Shit…” Anakin said to himself as he continued to grope Jaina’s supple ass and made sure not to wake her by squeezing her sweet cheeks to hard. Not able to hold out any longer, Anakin used his other hand to pull down his pants and underwear and proceed to rub his fully hard six inch shaft as he massaged his older sister’s amazing ass. “So fucking hot!” he groaned to himself quietly as both his hands worked furiously over her ass and his throbbing hard shaft. Noticing that his groping had still not woken his deep sleeping sister, Anakin decided to take it one step further; if feeling her ass up didn’t wake her up, then maybe sticking his cock between her gorgeous ass cheeks and pumping it back and forth wouldn’t wake her either. It was a gamble, but Anakin was too turned on to stop now and as he eased himself on top of her bed and over her ass, Anakin nearly decided to go for broke and simply bury his six inch shaft into her tight little pussy and see what would happen. If she did wake from the intrusion, who’s to say that she wouldn’t just go with it and actually enjoy having her little brother’s hard cock pumping her from behind. Anakin thought better of it though as the tip of his cock rubbed up against her moist pussy and decided instead to follow through on his original plan and simply get off by sliding his cock between her juicy ass cheeks. Anakin was already well on his way to a sticky orgasm as he slid his cock between Jaina’s butt cheeks and began thrusting slowly back and forth with purpose. It was so warm and tight that Anakin imagined he was fucking her sweet pussy as a tide of ecstasy swept through him before his cock began to jerk and spray both her back and long beautiful hair with a healthy warm dose of his hot seed.
“Fuck it… I need to fuck that pussy!” he said to himself as he finally stopped cumming and realized that Jaina hadn’t even stirred from her sleep, even after being pasted with several streams of hot cum. Still semi-erect and ready for a second go, Anakin spread open Jaina’s ass cheeks just a little and guided the head of his cock into Jaina’s tight pussy. Although tight and a little painful, Anakin slipped the head of his cock past her tight little hole and pressed it up against her fleshy hymen. He moved his shaft back and forth in her pussy a few times to become accustomed, but just he was getting ready to slam through Jaina’s virginity and fuck her silly, she finally stirred and starting saying something. Anakin, afraid for his very life, pulled the tip of his cock out her tight snatch and ran from the room before getting caught red-handed.
“Come on Uncle Luke… Please fuck me!” Jaina had said in her sleep as Anakin ran from the room and woke her just as her incestuous dream was getting good. Disoriented and feeling a little weird, Jaina got out of bed and made her way to a nice hot shower. After receiving her cleaned outfit from the cleaning droid, Jaina rejoined her two brothers on the bridge for the final hours of the voyage to Yavin 4, none the wiser about what Anakin nearly did to her only minutes earlier. It had taken them six days to make it to the doorstep of their destination, and although the Solo children had been fortunate to find a few hours alone to watch another holovid from the data chip they had stolen from C-3PO’s restricted memory files, their Uncle Luke had not gotten a wink of sleep or meditation since.
“Have a good sleep, Jaina?” Luke asked his niece after he stood up to stretch his legs. Anakin looked over at Jaina and was instantly relieved to see that she had no idea that Anakin had snuck into her room and defiled her while she slept.
“Yeah… I was having a real vivid dream.” she replied, trying to remember all the elements that had been involved in her erotic dream. She couldn’t quite remember all the players involved but she did remember that she was just about to get fucked when she had suddenly woken.
“Always remember Jaina, that some dreams may actual be glimpses of the future.” Luke replied, yawning and getting ready to finally leave the bridge for meditation.
“I can only hope it was a glimpse of the future.” Jaina sighed, moving her hand towards her pussy and blushing a little in the process.
“We should arrive at Yavin 4 within the next three hours… Do you mind taking us in you three, while I meditate and prepare myself for the rest of the students?” Luke asked the three Solo children. Jacen nodded eagerly and bade his Uncle a restful meditation cycle before Luke left the bridge and made his way back to his quarters.
“Shall we?” Jacen said with a smile as soon as he was sure his Uncle Luke was out of earshot.
“We most certainly shall! I can’t wait to watch what that Sith bitch does to Ass-hoka next!” Anakin chimed in before taking a seat and waiting for Jaina to put the chip in the holo-projector.
“I don’t know, but I think Grandpa will save the day.” Jaina replied as the holovid started to play.
* * *
“Ahsoka… Where are you…? Ahsoka!” Anakin Skywalker called on his radio after traveling down a separate tunnel to that of his Padawan in search of the treacherous Sith Assassin, Asajj Ventress. Realizing something had to be wrong, Anakin ran back towards where the two paths diverged. He then followed Ahsoka’s tunnel until he nearly tripped over her communication link and lightsaber.
“That Bitch!” Anakin cursed out loud, knowing for certain that Ventress had kidnapped or worse, killed his young Padawan while they had been separated. Feeling guilty for having split her from her side, Anakin ran down the darkened tunnel in search of both his Padawan and any sign of Ventress. Realizing that his anger was disrupting his concentration and probably hindering in his search, Anakin sat down cross-legged and began meditating. After only a few minutes, he could feel Ahsoka and Ventress’s life energy somewhere through the walls. After another five minutes of searching Anakin found the hidden passageway and quietly made his way towards the hidden lair.
“Now for the best part my young apprentice… You’ll beg me to be my apprentice after I do this!” Anakin heard Ventress hiss as he rounded a corner and was shocked to see his apprentice chained and shackled in mid air with one of Ventress’s lightsabers submerged in her wet pussy and a second slowly nudging up against her as of yet, untouched asshole.
That’s my ass, Anakin thought as he leapt out from the shadows just as Ahsoka fell into unconsciousness.
“Stop Asajj Ventress!” Anakin cried, re-lighting his lightsaber with a snap-hiss as he charged at her with all haste. Caught off guard and with only one of her lightsabers in hand, Ventress was unable to properly defend herself and was quickly subdued by the advancing Anakin. With one swipe, her lightsaber was knocked from her hands and with a swift kick to the head; Ventress was unconscious and on the ground beneath Ahsoka.
Enraged at what Ventress had done to his young Padawan, Anakin pulled her other lightsaber out of Ahsoka’s wet pussy, licked it off for good measure, unchained her and placed her in a nearby chair to recover before picking up the Sith Assassin, shackling her to the chains she had shackled Ahsoka with and began to avenge his violated Padawan.
“Let’s see how you like being chained up and defiled.” Anakin said out loud as he starting tearing off Ventress’s tight-fitting Sith clothing. Before long, the Sith Assassin was completely naked and her shining white body was glistening in the dim lighting of the cavern.
“Hmmm… What? What are you doing Skywalker?” Asajj Ventress shouted at Anakin after waking and realizing it was now her naked and hovering a few feet in the air; shackled and chained by the Jedi Knight, Anakin Skywalker.
“What’s wrong Ventress, don’t like the taste of your own medicine?” Anakin sneered back at her as he unbuckled his pants and started groping her large firm breasts.
“Fuck You Skywalker… You don’t even know what kind of medicine I can give out.” she replied defiantly, remembering how she had nearly turned his Padawan to the Dark side by jamming his lightsaber in her pussy. She knew Skywalker was no saint, but there was no way he could keep up with what she had planned for his young Padawan.
“I don’t usually fuck bald chicks, but I’ll make an exception for a whore like you Ventress.” Anakin spat back at her as he made his way towards her face, pulled down his pants and got ready to face-fuck the bald assassin without a second thought.
“Nice big cock you got their Skywalker, but do you know how to use—” Ventress started before Anakin slammed his cock into her open mouth until he was balls deep and could feel his shaft hitting the back of her throat.
“Not such a tough bitch now, are you slut?” Anakin said with an evil gleam in his eyes as he grabbed hold of her firm breasts and used them as leverage as he moved his cock in and out of her mouth at a torrent pace.
“Mmmmpfff… Mmm… Mpffff!” she tried to mumble, unable to speak, breathe or do anything to stop the assault on her throat.
“That’s what I thought!” Anakin replied laughing as his balls slapped against her face with each savage thrust. Within a couple of minutes, Anakin was fully hard and Ventress had nearly suffocated from the lack of oxygen. With one movement, Anakin pulled out of her hot mouth and moved over towards her pussy, intent on completely disgracing the once proud Sith Assassin.
* * *
“HOLY FUCK!” Jaina said out loud to her two brothers as she watched her grandfather finish face-fucking the Sith bitch that had defiled her idol, Ahsoka Tano. “Serves her right… But this is pretty dark stuff for a Jedi to do.”
“Quiet down Jaina… We don’t want to rouse Uncle Luke again and besides, I think this is one of the reasons Grandpa Anakin went all Dark side.” Jacen said, shushing his sister and stuffing his hand down his pants again.
“I probably would have done the same thing to that bitch.” Anakin growled towards the holo-projector, thinking about how hard his grandfather would fuck the Sith Assassin and comparing it to how hard he would have fucked her if he would’ve gotten the chance.
* * *
“Wait… Skywalker… We can cut a deal!” Ventress pleaded with Anakin, trying to catch her breath, as he lined his cock up with Ventress’s tight white pussy and got ready to wreck her like no man had ever done before or ever would after.
“Why would I want to make a deal with slime like you?” Anakin asked her as his cock began rubbing up and down against her tight slit.
“I can give you names of Senators and conspirators.” Ventress replied, looking concerned at how quickly Anakin’s attitude had changed since finding his abused Padawan. Asajj Ventress wasn’t against getting fucked by a nice big cock like Skywalker had, but the thought of being the submissive bitch to him while he ravaged her without her explicit permission, was unthinkable to her.
“Really… I don’t believe you… Yet!” Anakin shouted, slamming his hips forwards with all his strength and filling Ventress’s pussy with six inches of his thick shaft in a single thrust.
“AHHHHHH… You bastard!” she screamed as Anakin began thrusting his hips backwards and forwards with as much force as he could muster. Soon he was balls deep inside the Sith Assassin and loving every second of it. Initially, Anakin had wanted to just punish the dirty slut for abusing his Padawan, but after he felt her pussy convulse and her hot juices run over his cock, Anakin began enjoying himself just slightly.
“This pussy isn’t bad Ventress.” Anakin groaned as her pussy started to grip and contract around his shaft, just daring him to cum right then and there.
“You’re not so bad either, Skywalker… Unghhh… But you’ll never get those names from me now… No one fucks me without my permission… UNGHHH!” Ventress groaned again as she went through a second powerful orgasm, coating Anakin’s shaft in another helping of her warm juices.
“I still got one trick left up my sleeve… Ughhh… Ventress and I know you’ll be begging… Unghhh… me to let you tell me those names… UGHHHH… Before I’m done with you.” Anakin grunted, pulling his cock out of her pussy and catching his breath. Drenched in sweat and just about ready to pop his own load, Anakin decided to play some real hardball. He reached down and picked up one of Ventress’s discarded lightsabers and moved it towards her extremely tight asshole.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare!” Ventress screamed as she felt her own lightsaber being prodded against her little asshole. “You wouldn’t—” she started again before Anakin proved her wrong and slammed almost the entire lightsaber handle up into her ass, nearly causing the Sith Assassin to black out immediately. “ASSHOLE!” she screamed at Anakin as the hooked lightsaber stretched her ass like nothing had ever done before.
“No… It’s in your asshole slut… Ready to give me the names yet?” he asked with a smirk on his face, as he twisted the lightsaber and caused her to scream out in pain.
“Never!!!” she cried defiantly before Anakin shrugged his shoulders and guided his eight inch shaft back towards her wet snatch. Without letting her say another word, Anakin plunged back in and fucked her harder than he had ever fucked her before, moving the lightsaber in and out of her ass as he did.
“Unghhh… Mmmmm… I think I’m about ready to cum Ventress and unless you want a little Skywalker running around in about nine months time, it would be a good time to give me the NAMES!” he shouted slamming his cock in and out of her faster and harder, getting so close to spilling his load deep inside the assassin’s womb.
“No don’t… I’ll tell you… I’ll tell you!” Ventress relented, breaking against Anakin’s threat of dumping his load inside of her. The possibility of getting knocked up was extremely unlikely, especially since both she and Skywalker were of different species, but the thought of possibly having a little Jedi Skywalker growing inside her was too great a risk for her to take. As Anakin slowly continued to fuck her, Ventress gave up the names of some fifteen Republic Senators that were supplying information to the enemy. “There… That’s everything I know… Now leave me alone!” she demanded of Anakin after releasing the names and holding up her end of the bargain.
“Too little too late honey!” Anakin grunted before slamming his full eight inches into her and blowing a massive Jedi load of hot sticky cum, deep inside her unprotected womb. Stream after stream filled her pussy full of the potent seed as Anakin gloried in what he had done and how he had just double-crossed a Sith Assassin. Before Ventress could shout out in anger, Anakin also slammed the hilt of her lightsaber almost completely into her ass, making her black out immediately. With his orgasm finally coming to an end, Anakin pulled his softening cock from her cum-filled pussy and jammed Asajj Ventress’s other lightsaber into her pussy, not letting one drop of his potent seed to leave her fertile womb. With that, Anakin pulled back up his pants, picked up his Padawan and left Ventress shackled, chained and hopefully carrying a little Jedi Skywalker in her womb.
* * *
“That was kind of mean.” Jaina said, rubbing her pussy in front of both her brothers as the holovid ended.
“Yeah… But she still deserved it!” Anakin said, staring at Jaina’s pussy as she worked it over with her fingers. If he would have had only a few more minutes earlier, Anakin would have been balls deep in her sweet snatch.
“I just wonder why he didn’t take her into his custody and bring her to the Jedi Temple… I mean, she was a Sith.” Jacen said, confused, but also very interested in what Jaina was doing to herself in front of him.
“He probably didn’t take her in because he knew that she’d tell everybody what he had done to her and that would mean almost certain expulsion from the Jedi Order.” Jaina replied, finally taking her hand off her pussy and daydreaming about how good it would feel for someone to cum inside her. “No time to discuss it though… It looks like we’ve finally made it to Yavin 4… You better go wake Uncle Luke, Jacen.”

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