Punishment
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Title: Punishment
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack, Lois Habiba, OC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: DW: S3, TW: S2
Summary: Jack has a close encounter with an alien - and Martha rescues him. (TW: S4 AU)
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a rather cracky, porny sequel to Vitalis Metuo and is part of an AU series of Torchwood fics featuring Martha/Jack.
Betas: catholicphoton and abstruse_fangrl, so help them!
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Martha Jones trusted Jack Harkness with her life, and there weren't too many people who fell into that category. She had fancied him from the minute she'd met him, out at the end of the Universe, but there was nothing remarkable about that: few people didn't instantly fancy Jack.
When she went undercover at The Pharm, Martha had trusted Jack to watch her back, and to get her out safely again afterwards. She trusted him to tell her the truth, however unpalatable it might be. She knew, also, that Jack trusted her: he'd given her his wrist computer with its Vortex Manipulator and told her to flee when the Master had discovered them and the Doctor aboard the Valiant. Jack had trusted her to find a way to make the Doctor's mad plan work in order to save the Earth from the Master's enslavement. He'd trusted her to use her instincts, training and experience to find out what Copley was doing at The Pharm.
Most of all, though, they each trusted the other to do everything they could to come to the rescue when one or other of them found themselves in a tricky situation - such as being chained up and held prisoner in your own workplace by a passing, sex-crazed alien with a fetish for interspecies sex, and a particular tasted for 51st century pheromones.
"So, big boy, what do you say we dump the little lady and go and have ourselves some real fun?" drawled the scantily-clad alien in what she probably thought was a seductive voice.
Unseen by the alien, whose attention was fixed wholly on Martha's lover, the medic rolled her eyes in exasperation as she finished connecting the last few wires.
"You don't fancy a threesome, then?" Jack asked cheekily.
"With that puny human?" asked the alien disdainfully. "No thank you. I'd be frightened of crushing her."
"She's stronger than she looks," Jack offered, his eyes sliding sideways to Martha, who gave him a brief nod. "Still, if you don't fancy a threesome, I can't make you, can I?"
"No one can make me do anything, honey," answered the alien, chuckling throatily as she reached for Jack's body.
"Wanna bet?" asked Martha loudly, pulling a lever on the device that she'd just finished wiring up.
The alien screamed in rage, her four arms thrashing and her three breasts bouncing wildly as she was abruptly teleported back onto her ship, whose coordinates had already been remotely programmed by Lois to take Queen Latifah the Triple-Breasted back to her homeworld at speed.
"Thank god for that," Jack gasped, slumping back against the wall, his chains rattling.
Martha approached him, looking him up and down with a critical eye, her hands on her hips.
"So, 'big boy', were you turned on most by her triple breasts or her four arms?"
He blushed, and she smirked. "Both," he admitted.
"And I suppose you want me to unchain you now Her Triple-Breastedness has gone?" she asked sweetly.
"Well, I am a bit cold, and my arms are aching," he answered. "And I've been hanging around here for a good hour at least. Plus, I'm about ready to pop." He nodded down at his groin, which was barely covered by a loincloth. It was all he was wearing since the alien Queen had stripped him as soon as she'd got him into the Hub, then given him the loincloth to wear until she was ready to 'ravish him' as she'd phrased it.
"Hmm. The thing is, Captain Harkness, I rather think you should be punished first."
"Punished?" he asked, barely suppressing a groan.
"Yes, punished," Martha said. "One, you let an alien chain you up, in the Hub, no less! Two, you were the one who allowed the alien to enter the Hub in the first place, thereby breaking all of our security protocols. And three, you were going to shag said alien without telling me first, or inviting me to join you both."
She reached forward and unfastened the loincloth from around his waist, then glanced back over her shoulder and saw that the light on the camera had gone out; she smirked at Lois' kind compliance with her wishes.
Jack groaned as Martha ran a finger lightly along his shaft, then jumped when she tied the loincloth around the base.
"Martha!" he gasped, rattling the chains that ran from his wrist shackles up to the brackets on the wall above him.
"Yes Jack?" Her tone was calm and deceptively sweet, and her smile serene as she looked up at him from her position kneeling at his feet.
"Please d-" The rest of his sentence was lost in a guttural moan as she took him into her warm mouth. He could only moan and gasp as Martha's talented tongue worked him up to such a pitch that he felt as if he was going to explode the moment she untied the loincloth.
Finally she released him, then stood up. "You were a very bad boy tonight, Captain Harkness. Do you agree I have the right to punish you as I see fit?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered hoarsely. He had no idea what else Martha had in mind to do, but Jack trusted her one hundred percent.
"Good." She stepped back and slowly began to undress, her eyes on his the whole time.
"Fuck!" The word was surprised out of him when she stepped closer, then put her hands on his shoulders and sprang up to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing her sex against his still-tied erection.
Martha grinned, pleased that she'd surprised him. "Ready?"
"Yes, oh yes!" he gasped.
She slid down onto him and he moaned in pleasure as her moist heat enveloped his rigid length, then she began to move up and down, riding him exquisitely slowly. He cried out when she came, her muscles rippling along his length, before she reached down and freed the loincloth, then resumed her movements.
"Martha! I'm going to - " Jack felt his climax hit him before he could finish warning her.
"It's okay, Jack," she whispered, before kissing him deeply as her muscles clenched around him a second time.
Afterwards, she unfastened his chains, then helped him to dress because his muscles were sore from being chained so long, then she dressed herself. Martha led the way back upstairs into the main area of the Hub where Lois was doing a crossword and keeping an eye on the Rift monitors.
"I take it the Captain's learnt his lesson?" she asked Martha as Jack moved over to the coffee machine.
"I certainly hope so," the medic answered. "If not, I'll just have to administer a further punishment."
Lois giggled and Martha grinned conspiratorially as the Captain approached carrying three mugs of coffee.
"Everything quiet?" he asked Lois as he set down her mug within reach.
"It is now," she answered cheerfully.
"I suppose I'm not going to live this down, am I?" he asked with weary resignation.
"Not in a hurry," Martha agreed. "Just be grateful that I asked Lois to turn off the camera."
"Damn!" Jack pouted at her. "I wanted to be able to watch that again."
Lois began giggling as Martha gave him a scandalised look. "Jack!"
"What?" he asked, grinning. "That was incredibly sexy, Dr Jones, so you can't blame me for wanting to relive it."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think he's quite grasped the concept of punishment, do you?" she asked Lois.
"You might have known that I'd enjoy it," Jack retorted as Lois succumbed to a fit of the giggles that left her temporarily unable to speak.
"Perhaps I'd better resort to deprivation in the future?" Martha suggested.
"Now that would be punishment, he agreed, clearly horrified by the idea.
"There's your answer, then," Lois told Martha, who nodded in agreement.
"I'll make a mental note. In the meantime, Captain Harkness, I believe it's your turn to go for the food?"
He gave her a smart salute. "Yes ma'am!"
She shook her head, then gave him the order pad with her choices and Lois' written out. As he took it from her, he kissed her quickly, then whispered in her ear. "I'll get my revenge later, trust me."
He smirked at her shiver of anticipation, then strode away towards the stairs that led up to street level.
Bastard, she thought without heat, knowing that he knew she'd be left wondering what he had planned, and how soon he'd put his plan into action: 'later' might not mean tonight, she knew. She went over to her workstation, intending to find something to distract herself with at least until he returned with the food.
Title: Punishment
Author: Persiflage_1
Characters/Pairings: Martha/Jack, Lois Habiba, OC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: DW: S3, TW: S2
Summary: Jack has a close encounter with an alien - and Martha rescues him. (TW: S4 AU)
Disclaimer: I occasionally wish that I did own it!
Author Notes: This is a rather cracky, porny sequel to Vitalis Metuo and is part of an AU series of Torchwood fics featuring Martha/Jack.
Betas: catholicphoton and abstruse_fangrl, so help them!
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Martha Jones trusted Jack Harkness with her life, and there weren't too many people who fell into that category. She had fancied him from the minute she'd met him, out at the end of the Universe, but there was nothing remarkable about that: few people didn't instantly fancy Jack.
When she went undercover at The Pharm, Martha had trusted Jack to watch her back, and to get her out safely again afterwards. She trusted him to tell her the truth, however unpalatable it might be. She knew, also, that Jack trusted her: he'd given her his wrist computer with its Vortex Manipulator and told her to flee when the Master had discovered them and the Doctor aboard the Valiant. Jack had trusted her to find a way to make the Doctor's mad plan work in order to save the Earth from the Master's enslavement. He'd trusted her to use her instincts, training and experience to find out what Copley was doing at The Pharm.
Most of all, though, they each trusted the other to do everything they could to come to the rescue when one or other of them found themselves in a tricky situation - such as being chained up and held prisoner in your own workplace by a passing, sex-crazed alien with a fetish for interspecies sex, and a particular tasted for 51st century pheromones.
"So, big boy, what do you say we dump the little lady and go and have ourselves some real fun?" drawled the scantily-clad alien in what she probably thought was a seductive voice.
Unseen by the alien, whose attention was fixed wholly on Martha's lover, the medic rolled her eyes in exasperation as she finished connecting the last few wires.
"You don't fancy a threesome, then?" Jack asked cheekily.
"With that puny human?" asked the alien disdainfully. "No thank you. I'd be frightened of crushing her."
"She's stronger than she looks," Jack offered, his eyes sliding sideways to Martha, who gave him a brief nod. "Still, if you don't fancy a threesome, I can't make you, can I?"
"No one can make me do anything, honey," answered the alien, chuckling throatily as she reached for Jack's body.
"Wanna bet?" asked Martha loudly, pulling a lever on the device that she'd just finished wiring up.
The alien screamed in rage, her four arms thrashing and her three breasts bouncing wildly as she was abruptly teleported back onto her ship, whose coordinates had already been remotely programmed by Lois to take Queen Latifah the Triple-Breasted back to her homeworld at speed.
"Thank god for that," Jack gasped, slumping back against the wall, his chains rattling.
Martha approached him, looking him up and down with a critical eye, her hands on her hips.
"So, 'big boy', were you turned on most by her triple breasts or her four arms?"
He blushed, and she smirked. "Both," he admitted.
"And I suppose you want me to unchain you now Her Triple-Breastedness has gone?" she asked sweetly.
"Well, I am a bit cold, and my arms are aching," he answered. "And I've been hanging around here for a good hour at least. Plus, I'm about ready to pop." He nodded down at his groin, which was barely covered by a loincloth. It was all he was wearing since the alien Queen had stripped him as soon as she'd got him into the Hub, then given him the loincloth to wear until she was ready to 'ravish him' as she'd phrased it.
"Hmm. The thing is, Captain Harkness, I rather think you should be punished first."
"Punished?" he asked, barely suppressing a groan.
"Yes, punished," Martha said. "One, you let an alien chain you up, in the Hub, no less! Two, you were the one who allowed the alien to enter the Hub in the first place, thereby breaking all of our security protocols. And three, you were going to shag said alien without telling me first, or inviting me to join you both."
She reached forward and unfastened the loincloth from around his waist, then glanced back over her shoulder and saw that the light on the camera had gone out; she smirked at Lois' kind compliance with her wishes.
Jack groaned as Martha ran a finger lightly along his shaft, then jumped when she tied the loincloth around the base.
"Martha!" he gasped, rattling the chains that ran from his wrist shackles up to the brackets on the wall above him.
"Yes Jack?" Her tone was calm and deceptively sweet, and her smile serene as she looked up at him from her position kneeling at his feet.
"Please d-" The rest of his sentence was lost in a guttural moan as she took him into her warm mouth. He could only moan and gasp as Martha's talented tongue worked him up to such a pitch that he felt as if he was going to explode the moment she untied the loincloth.
Finally she released him, then stood up. "You were a very bad boy tonight, Captain Harkness. Do you agree I have the right to punish you as I see fit?"
"Yes ma'am," he answered hoarsely. He had no idea what else Martha had in mind to do, but Jack trusted her one hundred percent.
"Good." She stepped back and slowly began to undress, her eyes on his the whole time.
"Fuck!" The word was surprised out of him when she stepped closer, then put her hands on his shoulders and sprang up to wrap her legs around his waist, bringing her sex against his still-tied erection.
Martha grinned, pleased that she'd surprised him. "Ready?"
"Yes, oh yes!" he gasped.
She slid down onto him and he moaned in pleasure as her moist heat enveloped his rigid length, then she began to move up and down, riding him exquisitely slowly. He cried out when she came, her muscles rippling along his length, before she reached down and freed the loincloth, then resumed her movements.
"Martha! I'm going to - " Jack felt his climax hit him before he could finish warning her.
"It's okay, Jack," she whispered, before kissing him deeply as her muscles clenched around him a second time.
Afterwards, she unfastened his chains, then helped him to dress because his muscles were sore from being chained so long, then she dressed herself. Martha led the way back upstairs into the main area of the Hub where Lois was doing a crossword and keeping an eye on the Rift monitors.
"I take it the Captain's learnt his lesson?" she asked Martha as Jack moved over to the coffee machine.
"I certainly hope so," the medic answered. "If not, I'll just have to administer a further punishment."
Lois giggled and Martha grinned conspiratorially as the Captain approached carrying three mugs of coffee.
"Everything quiet?" he asked Lois as he set down her mug within reach.
"It is now," she answered cheerfully.
"I suppose I'm not going to live this down, am I?" he asked with weary resignation.
"Not in a hurry," Martha agreed. "Just be grateful that I asked Lois to turn off the camera."
"Damn!" Jack pouted at her. "I wanted to be able to watch that again."
Lois began giggling as Martha gave him a scandalised look. "Jack!"
"What?" he asked, grinning. "That was incredibly sexy, Dr Jones, so you can't blame me for wanting to relive it."
She rolled her eyes. "I don't think he's quite grasped the concept of punishment, do you?" she asked Lois.
"You might have known that I'd enjoy it," Jack retorted as Lois succumbed to a fit of the giggles that left her temporarily unable to speak.
"Perhaps I'd better resort to deprivation in the future?" Martha suggested.
"Now that would be punishment, he agreed, clearly horrified by the idea.
"There's your answer, then," Lois told Martha, who nodded in agreement.
"I'll make a mental note. In the meantime, Captain Harkness, I believe it's your turn to go for the food?"
He gave her a smart salute. "Yes ma'am!"
She shook her head, then gave him the order pad with her choices and Lois' written out. As he took it from her, he kissed her quickly, then whispered in her ear. "I'll get my revenge later, trust me."
He smirked at her shiver of anticipation, then strode away towards the stairs that led up to street level.
Bastard, she thought without heat, knowing that he knew she'd be left wondering what he had planned, and how soon he'd put his plan into action: 'later' might not mean tonight, she knew. She went over to her workstation, intending to find something to distract herself with at least until he returned with the food.