Chapter Eleven

“Oh my God, heat,” Donna muttered as the three of them followed the Doctor down the corridor. “Blessed heat. I never thought it would feel so good.”

The Doctor glanced back at them and slowed his pace until he was right in front of them.

“Are you guys okay?” he asked.

They nodded. The Doctor looked at Zonk and then looked back at them.

“I’m so sorry, guys. I didn’t mean for you to stand out there freezing. I didn’t know we were going to have an idiot at the door.”

“It’s alright, Doctor, it’s not your fault,” Rose whispered. “We’ll survive.”

He nodded.

“Better give me back my cape and let me take the leashes. Zonk’s an idiot, but the other people in here might not be.”

They handed the cape back to him, shivering at the slight change in temperature. The Doctor threw the cape over him, fastened it and took the leashes from his companion’s hands.

“Keep your eyes peeled, guys. See if you can see any other slaves while we’re in here,” he muttered.

The three women nodded.

Zonk led them to a closed door. He opened it and they followed him inside. The Doctor stood in front of an old rusty desk while Zonk sat down and laid the clipboard in front of him.

“Is this better?” Zonk asked him.

“Yes, considering my property is out of the cold and not going to die now,” the Doctor replied.

Zonk pulled out the pen, clicked it and looked at the Doctor.

“Now…home planet of origin?” he asked.

“Them or me?”



“And them?”

“Well, I got them from a market on Zaxon Seventeen, is that enough?”

Zonk folded his arms in front of him.

“We have a quota system here. We take a set number of women from every single planet in the galaxy. Therefore, I need to know their planet of origin to make sure we do not go over quota.”

“And what happens if you go over quota, the fort explodes?”

“These are the rules I have to follow. Whether or not I’m allowed to deviate from those rules in any way, I’m not sure of that. After all--“

“You normally wash the pots and pans in the kitchen, yes, I got that now,” the Doctor said.

He sighed and turned to the women.

“Um…blonde woman is from…Beta Tarsus, the black woman is from…Elementia, and the red head is from the Martian mining colony. There. Now, are these three under the quota?”

“Yes, they are.”

“Splendid. Now, about payment…”

“Hold on, there’s still more. I need to examine them individually.”

The Doctor grunted when he felt the leashes jerk in his hand. He looked back and noticed the terrified looks on his friend’s faces. He looked at Zonk.

“By examine, what exactly do you mean?”

“I must inspect them.”

“Physically? You don’t mean examine their private parts, do you?”

“I am not permitted to do that. I mean a cursory examination of their outer bodies and teeth.”

The Doctor glanced back and noticed the three women relaxing. He pointed to Rose.

“YOU…FORWARD!” he commanded.

His eyes were reassuring as Rose pretended to meekly step forward. The Doctor stopped her at his side, let go of her leash and transferred the other two leashes to his staff hand. He put his free hand on the small of Rose’s back, comforting her while Zonk came forward and stared at her intently.

“Seems to be in good health,” Zonk said.

“Yes, she is, that’s why I picked her.”

Rose’s eyes widened when Zonk began to squeeze her breasts. The Doctor tightened his grip on his staff, keeping his temper in check. Finishing his examination of her breasts, he ran his hands down her arms, legs and finally looked at her teeth.

“She’s acceptable,” Zonk said. “Now the next girl.”

The Doctor pointed at the floor while Zonk went behind the desk to write in the results.

“KNEEL,” he yelled at Rose.

He winked at her when she lowered herself to the floor beside him. The Doctor took Martha’s leash and tugged on it. She came forward and stood beside him.

“You know, I’m a doctor. I could just tell the man all about me and have done with it,” she muttered to him.

The Doctor chuckled and leaned into her ear.

“Then you’d miss the thrill of having a hairy little nerd put his hands all over you,” he said.

He gave her hand a squeeze and stood by patiently while Zonk came around the desk and examined her. The Doctor kept a watchful eye on him while he made his inspection. He did the same thing he did to Rose and nodded.

“Pass,” he said.

“Hey, you passed the feel up, you should be proud,” the Doctor said as he went back behind the desk.

“I’ll feel even more proud when we free the slaves and get out of here,” Martha muttered.

She went over and knelt down next to Rose while the Doctor tugged on the last leash. As Donna came up, he put his hand on her arm.

“You will restrain yourself,” he whispered to her. “If he touches your crotch, then you can punch him, but other than that, you will do what they did and stand there quietly, got that?”

“Yes, I got it,” Donna said testily.

“Good, just making sure you know that beating him up is out of the question right now.”

Donna rolled her eyes as Zonk came around the desk. She stiffened when he began to feel her up. He did the same cursory examination he did with the others. For the most part, Donna stood there quietly and endured it. The Doctor did grab her arm when he squeezed her breasts and he saw murder in her eyes for a moment. Then, when he got to her head, Zonk put both hands on the sides of her head and forced her to bend down to his level. The Doctor, unsure of what he was doing, tightened his grip on his staff, readying himself in case Zonk was up to no good. But, to his astonishment, Zonk began to run his fingers through Donna’s hair, caressing it and sniffing it. The Doctor stared at him in shock and then looked over at Rose and Martha who were just as confused.

“I’m sorry, what are you doing?” the Doctor finally asked.

“She has red hair,” Zonk said.

“Yeah, so?”

“Red hair is prized throughout the galaxy. I believe this one will fetch you lots of credits.”

“Oh, really? I had no idea redheads were in such demand.”

“Oh, they are.”

Donna’s eyes bulged when he shoved a fistful of hair into his face and snorted in the aroma of it. The Doctor had to bite his lip to keep from laughing. Donna’s mouth dropped open when Zonk let out a long, low moan. Rose and Martha slammed their hands over their mouths to keep from laughing when they saw how turned on Zonk was.

“Uh, I wouldn’t recommend doing that,” the Doctor said when he saw Donna was about to deck him. “This one is a handful, trust me. I had to drug her just to get her to come along with me.

Donna’s mouth dropped open when she felt him run his tongue along the rim of her ear.

“Oh God,” the Doctor muttered. “First, she’s gonna kill him and then she’s gonna kill me for getting her into this.”

“You are so beautiful,” Zonk breathed in her ear. “Perhaps, I will purchase you myself.”

“Not on your bleedin’ life!” Donna growled.

The Doctor groaned when Zonk jerked his head back and stared at her in shock.

“I’m sorry, like I said, she’s still got a bit of fire left in her,” the Doctor said quickly.

Donna gasped when Zonk grabbed her breasts from behind and leaned into her ear.

“I don’t mind. I like a bit of fire in my women,” he purred.

“Um…you know, I have a feeling the pots and pans are piling up in the kitchen,” the Doctror said. “Why don’t you go check and you know, we’ll just wait here or possibly find another person to talk to, preferably one who doesn’t go nuts at the sight of red hair…”

“5,000 credits,” Zonk said to the Doctor.

He blinked.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’ll give you five thousand credits right now for this red headed beauty!”

The Doctor gulped when Donna gave him a warning look.

“Um…no, I’m not interested in making personal sales, I’d rather take her to auction and have the crowd bid on her and…”

“Ten thousand credits!”

“No, I don’t want to sell her to you. I’d rather have people bid on her, so I can make the most credits I can and…”

“One million credits!!”

The Doctor paused.

“A million? Hmmm, well, that is quite an offer and I am itching to go back to Garbanzo’s and get me a few more me-sized banana splits…”

“OI!” Donna screamed.

“But, on second though, I better not. I like living too much. So, I’m afraid the answer is still no.”

“Then, I will not accept her.”

“Wait, you won’t accept her because I won’t let you buy her, is that what you’re saying?”

“I just remembered. The quota for Martian mining colony women is at its maximum. I can’t accept her,” Zonk said.

He smiled.

“However, if you want, I can do a little under the table deal and take this one off your hands…”

“NO! N…O…No! That crystal clear to you now?”

“Then, we will have to execute her!”

“WHAT?” Donna yelled.

“You know what? I think I’m done here,” The Doctor said, signaling to Rose and Martha to get up off the floor. “I don’t deal with shady people who do under the table deals. I’ll take my slaves elsewhere. Thanks so much for your time.”

He started to go towards the door when Zonk stepped in front of him.

“Just where do you think you are going?” Zonk said.

“I’m leaving this place and finding a better place to take my slaves.”

“You can’t leave; these girls are now our property.”

“P’eh, that’s what you think. Goodbye!”

“You can’t leave here without surrendering these women to us.”

“Oh yeah, and who’s gonna make me?” the Doctor taunted.


All four of them gasped when a gigantic ox of a man appeared in the doorway and growled at them menacingly. The Doctor stared at his enormous muscular body and looked at Zonk who had a smug grin on his face.

“Bonk here will make you,” he said. “And if I were you, I would just drop those leashes and walk right past him because if you don’t, Bonk will make you wish you were never born.”

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