THE DOCTOR'S TRIPLE TROUBLE

Chapter Five

The Alternate Doctor found a hotel near the pub and he, Mara and Sabessa checked in. They got rooms right next to one another on the fifth floor but Mara and Sabessa gave each other knowing looks when the Alternate Doctor told them they could come visit him if he wanted.

"But knock first, I don't like people coming in unannounced," he said sternly.

He went into his room and closed the heavy wooden door. The hotel was known for it's cliental of thieves, murders and smugglers so there was no chance the staff would tell anyone who he was even if they recognized him. Still, the accommodations left something to be desired since the wooden room was practically bare except for a large oak bed that had squeaky boxsprings, an old tan duvet that covered it, an old battered bedside table with a wooden lamp on top of it and a dresser across the way with an old holotelevision on top of it. The walls were unadorned and there was a tiny window on the far right side of the room that had a view of the street and the surrounding buildings. He liked to come here though because the chef made excellent food for room service and because it was quiet and nobody asked any questions, especially the police.

He walked over to the bed and it creaked and sagged a bit when he sat down on the side of it. He took off his shoes and set them in front of the bedside table before he stretched out on top of the duvet. As he lay there staring up at the ceiling, he thought about the Doctor and his blood boiled as he thought of Lucy throwing the acid in his face and disfiguring him.

"All because the Master was too much of a pussy to kill the Doctor," he muttered. "If we'd killed Grandpa moments after he became old, that escape never would have happened in the first place. Shoulda known he'd double-cross me like the other one did. Well, burn in Hell, you prick, you deserve it."

As he lay there thinking and fantasizing about the Doctor's death, his thoughts turned to Rose and he imagined her at his feet, begging for mercy for her precious Doctor as he slowly tortured him to death in front of her eyes. He homed in on Rose and a lopsided grin spread over his face as he unzipped his trousers, reached inside and began to fondle himself while he continued to fantasize about her begging him for mercy. He then shifted the fantasy to whipping her back while she was tied naked to a bed. He closed his eyes and let himself get taken in by his daydream while he continued his ministrations. He moaned at the thought of Rose screaming in agony as the whip cracked on her back repeatedly. He contined his masturbation for about a half hour, relishing the sick fantasy his warped mind had conjured up about Rose. Raping the Doctor's favorite doggie in front of him while he was chained to the wall, beating her senseless until she was begging for mercy, fucking her in the Doctor's TARDIS right on his naff little jump seat. All these thoughts occupied him until he was jolted back to reality by a knock on the door.

"WHAT?" he yelled, incensed he'd been interrupted.

"It's Mara."

He groaned, zipped his trousers up and went to wash his hands in the adjoining lavatory before opening the door. He raised his eyebrows when he noticed Mara was dressed in a long white filmy, see through gown that showed off her blue tits perfectly.

"I was bored and you said I could come over and see you if I knocked," she said, seductively.

The sight of her nearly naked body made him even more aroused and he knew he had to have her. He grinned when he remembered her telling him she was a shapeshifter.

"You said you can look like anyone, anywhere?" he purred.

"Yes and I'll change just for you if you want me to," she cooed.

"Good. Because I have someone I want you to look like tonight," he said, reaching into his trouser pocket.

He pulled out a photo of Rose. He had taken it back when the chip was in her head and she had been his slave on the Valiant. He had made her take off all her clothes and lay on top of the bed, her legs open while she fondled herself. He had meant to show it off to the Doctor as a way of tormenting him, but he never got the chance. Since then, he kept the photo as a memento of his little doggie. He handed the photo to Mara who raised her eyebrow when she saw what Rose was doing.

"Who's this?" Mara asked him.

"She's no one. Just some whore I shagged one night long ago."

"And you carry around the photo of some random whore in your pocket?"

He grinned.

"Let's just say that looking at the photo inspires me," he said with a devilish grin.

"And you want me to look like her?"

"If you would," he said sweetly.

Mara shrugged. She handed the photo back to him and the Alternate Doctor felt himself growing hard when she shape shifted into an exact duplicate of Rose Tyler.

"Is this what you want?" she said in her own voice.

He grinned and ran his hand down her hair.

"This is exactly what I want. And for tonight, I want you to answer to Rose."

"Rose? What kind of weird name is that?" Mara said.

"Just…humor me," the Alternate Doctor said, exasperated. "Now…are you into bondage and sadism? Because I am."

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Sweetie, as long as you satisfy me," she said, running a finger down his cheek.

He grinned.

"I think I won't have any problem with that, my beautiful Rose," he said, running his hand down the side of her body. "Now, take the dress off, I want you naked and stay here while I get a few things from my ship so you and I can have a very memorable evening."

"Mmm, I can't wait, hurry back," Mara purred.

"Indeed, I will, Rose. Indeed, I will."

He kissed her lips before he hurried out the door.

He returned twenty minutes later with several pieces of rope, a whip and a long piece of cloth he could gag her with. He also had some powdered java root, a powerful narcotic similar to cocaine and some healing sauve that would take care of the wounds when he was finished. He wasn't a habitual user of the java root, only indulged in it from time to time. He offered some to Mara and prepared it for her when she nodded. The preparation and inhalation of it was similar to powered cocaine except the effects lasted longer and were more intense. She snorted out two lines of it and the Alternate Doctor waited a moment for the drug to take effect, knowing it would help to ease the pain of what he was about to do.

Once she was under the influence of the drug and undressed, the Alternate Doctor began his role play. While Mara watched in a drugged haze, the Alternate Doctor stood in front of her, whip in one hand and the pieces of rope in the other.

"Rose," he said, "you've been a very naughty doggie. You went off and saw your Doctor again, didn't you?"

Mara was confused by that, wondering what the other Doctor had to do with it. But she didn't ask any questions, knowing this Doctor was using his role play to build up to sex between them. Suddenly, she gasped when the Alternate Doctor lunged forward and seized her neck.

"You little slut!" he growled at her, "you belong to me, not to him! Isn't that right, Slave?"

Mara smirked.

"Yes, my master," she said, playing along.

An evil grin crept over the demented Doctor's face and he patted her cheek.

"That's right, you are. But you were still a bad little doggie and bad little doggies must be punished."

He laid Mara on her stomach in a spread eagle position, just like he saw in his daydream. He tired the gag in her mouth and tied her ankles and wrists together since it was a solid headboard and he had her lay her arms out above her head as if they were tied to it. Once she was ready, the Alternate Doctor partook of the java root and let the effects sink in. He closed his eyes and in his mind's eye, saw his double tied up and helpless behind him, when he opened his eyes and looked back, the java root helped him visualize it in three dimensional form. He smirked at the vision of his helpless adversary.

"I warned you if she returned to you there would be dire consequences, Doctor," he said to the vision. "Now you will watch as your beloved pet bleeds."

And with that, he raised the whip and brought it down hard on Mara's back. Mara screamed through the gag but the Alternate Doctor didn't hear her, so lost was he in the fantasy of punishing the stupid ape that had plagued his life since he met her. Again and again and again, he whipped Mara's back, marring it and causing blood to run everywhere. As he did it, he imagined his weak adversary crying out in rage and pain and pleading with him to stop. The image of the Doctor begging him to stop, only made him whip Mara harder until he was unable to tell the difference between reality and fantasy and believed that he really did have Rose Tyler tied up and at his mercy. But, eventually, after thirty lashes, he sobered up enough to notice that Mara was exhausted and he lowered the whip and let it drop to the floor. He went into the bathroom, wet a flannel and brought it back out. He wiped off all the blood and applied the healing suave to it while Mara rested. Then he took the gag off.

"Are you alright?" he asked her.

"Mmm, yes, that was incredible," Mara moaned.

"You liked that?"

"I did," she said, smiling at him. "I like a lot of pain with my pleasure."

"Then you and I will get along just fine," he said, grinning. "This suave will heal your back in an hour or two, then we'll continue if you'd like."

Mara smiled at that. But after a moment, she gave him a confused look.

"Who is this Rose? If that's the name of the whore in the photo, I have a feeling she's means more to you than just some random tart."

The Alternate Doctor's eyes burned.

"She is the companion of the Doctor, the other one. The one you call the Widow Maker. I held her captive and held him at my mercy once but they both escaped. She is his lover which means if we capture her, he will do whatever we say to prevent her torture or death."

"And that's exactly what you want to do to her, isn't it? Torture and kill her."

"Mmm, in the worst way," the Alternate Doctor said.

"I can't speak for Sabessa but I will help you find her and get your revenge against the other Doctor."

"That's exactly the words I needed to hear," the Alternate Doctor said.

He leaned forward, kissed her lips and then while she slept, he went downstairs to go get something to eat and take a rest before round two.

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