Dalek Girl

This story contains graphic sex, violence and bad language. Do not read it if these sorts 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. The Daleks are owned by the Terry Nation estate and were most definitely never intended for this purpose! Oh, and this girl to the left is Jill Tarrant, played on television by Joy Harrison.

Dalek Girl
by Brian Flynn

Skaro was a dead world.
At least, it was supposed to be a dead world. Jill Tarrant had come to Skaro to kill herself. Formerly a soldier in the Space Marine Corps, Tarrant had come to the conclusion that she was useless. She never contributed anything to the missions that she was involved in, she hadn’t been able to keep any stable relationships and, finally, she had been dishonorably discharged from the Corps.
Her choice of the planet Skaro as the place to kill herself was an odd but not unexplainable choice. She felt that there was only one memorable mission that she had ever been involved in. That mission had involved the Daleks. Tarrant had been terrified of them, those dark, hulking, rolling metal monsters of death. Skaro was the Daleks’ home planet and so she chose it as her Alamo. She would fly to Skaro, choose a rock sitting in a desolate desert somewhere and shoot herself through the head.
This had been the plan, at least.
How was she to know that when her ship was entering the planet’s orbit, she would get caught in a freak time wave and be catapulted hundreds, perhaps thousands, of years into the past? These things tended to happen around Skaro, she had learned. Now she had been living for the past few months on a populated Skaro, her ship crashed beyond repair after her bumpy reentry. She had decided not to kill herself. The fact that there were people around seemed to dissuade her. It didn’t seem right, making these people clean up the mess she would undoubtedly leave. She lived in a squalid, miserable Thal camp in a one-room shack infested with large, alien beetles that had a tendency to steal her food.
There were no Daleks, as far as Tarrant could tell. They had just recently been created by the Kaleds before being sealed underground at the conclusion of an age old war between the Kaleds and the Thals. Most Thals liked to pretend that the Daleks had never existed; that they had been imagined by the shell-shocked survivors of the final conflict. Others knew better. There were still Dalek casings that one could find. You just had to know the right person…
“Tarrant!”
There was a loud knock on Tarrant’s door and the woman sat up in her bed. She was a fairly tall woman with strong features and chin-length, auburn hair. She got out of the bed and answered the door.
“Are you ready?” Bettan asked.
“Yeah,” Tarrant said. “Just let me splash a little water in my face.”
“Don’t take too long,” Bettan said.
The impish, strong woman leaned in the doorway of Tarrant’s shack and watched the other woman wake herself up. Bettan was pretty but her face was a bit severe. This was most likely due to the long war. Bettan had been fighting it since she had been old enough to stand. Tarrant liked the woman’s short, blonde hair, though, as well as her mouth. They had made love only once, three weeks ago, but Tarrant couldn’t stop thinking about it.
“Ready,” Tarrant said and joined the other woman in the doorway. They stared at each other for a few moments, neither of them moving.
“You sure about this?” Bettan asked.
“I’m sure,” Tarrant said.
“It’s…pretty strange.”
“I know. I need this. I need to…punish myself.”
“All right.”
Bettan leaned in and kissed the other woman. It was a brief kiss; one of comfort, rather than lust. After it was over the two women headed toward their destination: only a little over a mile away. The dive bar was nearly empty this early in the day and the two women only got a dirty look from the creepy drunk man who seemed to always be sitting in a darkened corner of the place. Bettan led the other woman into the back area of the club, down a hallway of doors to a backroom.
“Wait here,” she told Tarrant. She opened the backroom door and went inside by herself. Tarrant waited for almost five full minutes before Bettan opened the door, gave her a serious look.
“All right,” Bettan said. “Come in.”
Tarrant nodded and went inside, Bettan swinging the door open for her. The room was small, claustrophobic. It was dark, lit by a single, lonely lamp in the corner. There was a mattress in another corner, a pile of electronics sitting next to a large object with a black sheet over it in the third corner and a woman standing in the fourth corner.
“Hello,” Tarrant said to the third woman.
“Did I give you permission to talk?” the third woman asked.
“No,” Tarrant answered.
“I didn’t think so,” the third woman said.
Peri, the third woman, was luscious: fully figured and voluptuous with dark hair and creamy skin. She wore black, form-fitting PVC.
“So,” Peri said, “you want to be humiliated?” There was a pause. “You can speak.”
“Yes,” Tarrant answered.
“I have what you’re looking for.”
Tarrant nodded and looked at the floor.
“Disrobe,” Peri ordered.
Tarrant did so, unzipping her one-piece outfit and slipping it off. She let it drop to the floor and stood before the other two women completely naked. Tarrant could hear Bettan getting undressed behind her. Peri remained clothed.
Bettan began to nibble on Tarrant’s neck and her right ear from behind and the former Space Marine closed her eyes in pleasure. She could feel Bettan’s hand exploring her sex. Tarrant was beginning to sweat. There was no air circulation in the room: it was sweltering.
“Get on the mattress,” Peri ordered. “On your knees. The edge of the bed, ass facing me.”
Tarrant did as she was told and Bettan kneeled on the bed in front of her. The two women kissed. Behind her, Tarrant could hear Peri working on the pile of electronics. She was charging them, turning them on.
“Look over your shoulder at me,” Peri ordered.
Tarrant followed orders. Peri had what looked like a control device in one hand. A wire from the device snaked to the floor and was connected to the large object under the black sheet.
“You ready?” Peri asked. Tarrant could see through the woman’s tough, bitch-mistress act. She was really asking Jill if she wanted this.
“Yes,” Tarrant said.
Peri nodded and, with a dramatic flourish, pulled the black sheet off the large object. The Dalek casing had been spray-painted a flat, dull black and what was attached to one of its arms was definitely not a plunger.
Peri fiddled with the control box and moved the Dalek backwards and forwards to make sure everything worked.
“Get into position,” she ordered.
Bettan lay down on her back, head facing Tarrant. As Tarrant bent over, Bettan raised her legs up so the other woman could lie on her shins. Bettan held Tarrant’s thighs and ass up with her hands. It was an effort but Bettan was a strong woman and she seemed to be enjoying it. She raised the other woman into position almost as if she were bench-pressing her.
Peri operated the control box and moved the Dalek forward.
“Keep watching,” she ordered.
Tarrant was still looking over her shoulder intently as the Dalek rolled forward, the extra attachment mounted on its arm getting closer. She wanted to close her eyes but didn’t. She felt that she deserved this. The Dalek had reached her and its attachment slid roughly into her ass. Tarrant yelped in pain and the Dalek started into a backwards and forwards rhythm, plunging into the woman again and again.
Tarrant kept screaming. Pain and pleasure were tearing her apart and, a couple of times, she almost bit her tongue. The whole time she kept her eyes wide open, staring at the Dalek, almost wishing that it was alive so it could exterminate her.
Peri watched on, operating the Dalek. She couldn’t stop from crying silently, tears rolling down her cheeks. Nothing that this woman could have done in the past was worth this. How could she think that she deserved this?
A few minutes later, Tarrant had an orgasm: a quick, heart-stopping climax that made her whole body shake. Peri backed the Dalek off, shut it down. That night, she and Bettan would destroy the casing utterly and totally and bury it deep in the desert. If Tarrant asked, they would tell her that it had been stolen. This was not an unrealistic scenario since Dalek casings had become rather valuable as trophies and trinkets of interest among collectors.
Tarrant collapsed onto the mattress beside Bettan. She closed her eyes finally and cried; her mouth open and wailing. Bettan snuggled up close to her, put her arms around the other woman and held her close. A moment later, Peri joined them. She began to kiss Tarrant tenderly. It took almost a full minute before Tarrant responded, kissing Peri back. Bettan leaned in and they enjoyed a three-way kiss and healing finally began.

The End