Confessions of a Tough Thal Chick

This story contains graphic sex, violence and bad language. Do not read it if these sort of things offend you. Also, this is a fan fiction story using characters from the television series, Doctor Who, property of the BBC. No ownership is implied nor profit gained from the use of them in this context. Now, on to the less boring part of the post...

Confessions of a Tough Thal Chick
by Brian Flynn

Bettan ran a hand through her short, blonde hair, shook her head and rocked it from side to side, cracking her neck before going inside the place, pistol in hand. The place was a dive bar and sex club that she wouldn’t have been caught dead in if this hadn’t been a mission. Intelligence reported that a Kaled fugitive was somewhere in the building and she meant to kill him.
Neon lights and loud, technologically advanced music contrasted the dirty and unkempt customers and the general state of despair and sleaze that permeated everything. Bettan got a few menacing glances from some of the patrons but none of them stood in her way. The look on her face was too…hard.
She was a tall, severe-looking girl with an expression of determination on her face. Her body was well-toned and a bit muscular. She was wearing dirty black jeans, a simple black tank top and a red leather vest. She liked the way the outfit showed off her arms. She had trained all her life for battle and war. After the Kaleds were defeated it was time to track down the surviving war criminals. This was Bettan’s job and she was going to get her man.
The bartender was the first person to actively confront her. He slammed a large, well-used war hammer onto the bar in front of her as she passed.
“We don’t want any trouble here,” he said to her.
“Not going to be any trouble,” Bettan said. “I’ve just got some scum to take care of.”
“Get out of here,” the bartender said.
“I don’t think so.”
“I said…”
Bettan didn’t let him finish. She grabbed hold of the end of the man’s hammer and thrust it forward, smashing the hard wooden butt of it into the man’s face. Blood began to run from his nose and he wobbled on his feet before falling to the floor unconscious. Bettan shot a few glances around the bar but no one stepped up to challenge her.
She continued on her way and headed into the back, into the red-lighted hallway that constituted the sex club portion of the establishment. The hallway was lined with rooms only closed by curtains which Bettan could see through: many were slightly open and some had not even been closed, the patrons not caring who saw their escapades.
Bettan saw a number of strange sex acts: a Cyberman who had been fitted with an over-sized penis was anally raping a Sontaran who was bent over a couch; a Thal man was having sex with a small flesh-colored blob-looking thing that was no larger than a medium-sized dog; a reptilian creature was caressing a Zygon female; three large Ogrons were having their way with a slight blonde woman.
“Say my name!” the slight blonde woman screamed. “Say it!”
“Jo Grant!” the first Ogron said excitedly.
“That’s right,” the woman called Jo said as Bettan passed by and continued out of earshot.
Finally, at the last door on the left, Bettan found her target. The man was sitting on a cot--the establishment not being able to afford anything so grand as actual beds--looking up at an attractive woman wearing a skintight black leather catsuit. The man was looking away from Bettan but the attractive woman could see her.
Bettan brought her finger to her lips and communicated to the woman to be silent. She crept up behind the man, grabbed him around the neck and pushed her knee into the his back. He cried out in pain as Bettan pulled his head towards her as she pushed harder on his spine. Soon she heard the spine snap and the man went limp below the waist. Bettan let go of his neck and kicked him to the ground. She stuck her pistol into his mouth and pulled the trigger. A loud report filled the room. The pistol was a small caliber, designed to rattle around inside a person’s skull until they were dead.
It only took a fraction of a second.
Bettan kicked the dead man on the side of the head, knocking it sideways and sending a streak of blood across the floor.
“What…” the voluptuous woman started. “What did he do?”
Bettan looked up at the woman, breathing hard.
“He was a war criminal,” she said. “He was responsible for many Thal deaths. What’s your name?”
“Peri,” the woman said.
Bettan looked her up and down. She was a curvaceous girl with wide hips, large breasts and a beautiful, pouty face framed by chin-length dark hair.
“Where are you from?” Bettan asked.“Earth,” Peri said.
“Earth? I’ve never heard of it.”
“It’s a long way from here.”
“How did you get here?”
“It’s a long story,” Peri said, taking a seat on the couch. “I don’t want to bore you with it.”
“Okay,” Bettan said and sat down next to the other woman. “What’s bothering you? If you don’t mind me asking.”
“Other than the fact that I’ve just seen a man brutally murdered?” Peri said.
“Yeah, other than that.”
“Well, I’m getting the short end of the stick here, aren’t I?”
“What, money?” Bettan asked and got up from the cot and kneeled down next to the dead body. She started to go through the man’s pockets. She found a wad of cash and handed it to Peri.
“Well, thank you,” Peri said as she took the cash and set it down next to her on the cot, “but that’s not really what I meant.”
She stood up, walked to the opposite side of the room from Bettan, rubbing her hands up and down her back, her fingertips just touching the top of her ass.
“Oh yeah?” Bettan asked.
“I’m not really in this job for the money,” Peri said.
“No?”
“No. I’m in it for the sex. It’s late now. Where am I going to get my fill?”
Bettan smiled, revealing her slight overbite. Peri smiled back.
Rushing forward, Bettan pressed the other woman up against the cold wall, taking her hands in her own and spreading her arms out. Her knees pushed Peri’s legs apart and she pressed her pelvis into Peri’s crotch. She slammed her lips against Peri’s. Their tongues intertwined and they exchanged fluids.
“Hot bitch,” Bettan said into Peri’s mouth so that the words were muffled.
Their kiss broke and Peri laughed a little. Her laugh stopped when Bettan produced a switchblade and snapped it open.
“What are you going to do?” Peri asked.
Bettan only smiled and lowered the knife to Peri’s crotch. Carefully, she poked the tip of the knife into Peri’s leather outfit. Cutting upwards, Bettan opened Peri’s suit. She traced a path up Peri’s belly and between her large breasts and finished on the right side of the woman’s neck.
Now Peri’s outfit was flapping open and revealing her wondrous body. A small cut was evident in Peri’s magnificent cleavage, leaving a trickle of blood, and the woman’s breathing was ragged, short and quick. Bettan closed the knife and put it away before taking hold of each side of the sliced-open outfit. With a mighty tug, she tore away the catsuit. It was cheap leather and Bettan was able to tear it apart fairly quickly, leaving only the sleeves and leggings intact. She stood back and marveled at Peri: she was naked except for the sleeves and leggings and this added a final, lunatic touch to the whole surreal affair.
Bettan took hold of Peri’s face with her left hand leaned in, kissing her. Her right hand assaulted the woman’s sex. Peri gasped, pressed up against the wall as she was. Bettan pushed two fingers inside the other woman, her mouth still pressed against Peri's lips. Soon, it was four fingers inside, sliding in and out.
Bettan’s whole hand was now inside Peri and the young woman yelped in pleasure and a bit of pain. She turned her head to one side and started to nibble at Bettan’s ear.
“Fuck me!” Peri screamed a moment later. “Fuck me you nasty bitch!”
Bettan had no idea what “fuck” meant but she got the gist of it and sped up her thrusting. Peri was sweating profusely and soon her whole body began to shake as a wave of multiple orgasms rocked her.
Bettan let her hand linger inside the other woman for a moment longer before extracting it and licking her fingertips clean. Peri smiled weakly.
“My turn,” Bettan said and turned around.
She got on the cot on her hands and knees, then got up on her knees and unbuckled her pants. She pushed them down to her mid-thighs, revealing her beautiful, round ass.
“Eat me,” she commanded over her shoulder.
Peri licked her lips and got on her hands and knees as well. She buried her face in Bettan’s ass cheeks and got to work. Her tongue lapped and explored, paying special attention to the freedom fighter’s pert asshole.
“Yes,” Bettan said with passion.
Peri got her hands involved and grasped at Bettan’s small tits with her left hand. Her right she kept at Bettan’s posterior, popping her thumb into the woman’s asshole. Bettan’s back arched from the stimulation and she cried out in pleasure.
“Slap my ass!” she screamed.
Peri’s left hand stopped fumbling with Bettan’s tits and landed a hard smack on the soldier’s left ass cheek.
“Oh yeah!” Bettan said.
Peri slapped her lover again, harder this time. Again and again she brought her hand down on the woman’s ass cheeks and soon Bettan’s ass was as red as her vest and she was cumming her brains out.

A few minutes later, Bettan stood up from the cot and pulled up her pants, buckling them again. She eyed Peri, who was nearly asleep lying on the cot.
“I have to go,” she said.
“Do you have to?” Peri said, her eyes closed.
“Yes.”
“All right.”
Bettan turned to go, stopped, and turned back around.“Mind if I come to see you again, sometime?” she asked.
Peri opened her eyes to regard the other woman. She smiled.
“Come back as often as you like,” she said.
Bettan smiled, turned and left the sleazy dive bar and sex club for her boring bunker. She would be given another mission soon.

The End