NSFW DWFanFic - The Cucked Centurion - Chapter 3 - Amy Pond and Rory Williams in The Honeymoon Suite
- SimplyWho
- Aug 2
- 6 min read
Updated: Aug 17
The lights in the honeymoon suite flickered as turbulence rattled the ship. Clouds swirled outside the window.
Amy Pond flattened her tight miniskirt on her police uniform and lent lazily against the sleek white wall. She eventually took a step to her left and inspected herself in the mirror. She looked fucking hot. She loved wearing this uniform. Her mind wandered back to the days before the Doctor, the days when she told everyone she was a kissogram. She missed the wandering hands, the thrill of entertaining strangers.
She smiled to herself and twirled a plastic truncheon in her hand impatiently.
Behind her, Rory emerged from the bathroom, looking resplendent and ridiculous all at once in his centurion get-up - minus the armour. Just the leather kilt. And the sandals. And a look of apprehension on his face.
Amy turned to face him. Slowly. “You're late, centurion.”
Rory cleared his throat. “Uh. There was... turbulence. No... sorry... Caesar needed me.”
She stepped forward. One of her boots clunked softly against the deck. “You were told to report for punishment ten minutes ago. That’s ten counts of disobedience, centurion.”
He raised a brow, nervously trying to stay in character. "Ten?! But Miss..."
Amy pressed a finger against his lips. “Shut up.”
She paced behind him, truncheon tapping lightly against her palm. “Now, you’ve got two choices. You can beg for mercy like a good little Roman. Or…”
Rory swallowed. “Or?”
Her breath was warm at his ear. “Or you surrender completely like a good little boy."
Rory’s breath hitched as Amy’s hand slid across his chest, trailing down the thin line of hair that led beneath the edge of his leather skirt. She was behind him now, her uniform grazing his back.
"Hands behind your back," she said softly.
He obeyed without hesitation.
"Good boy," she murmured, her voice low and approving. "Maybe you're learning after all."
She grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the bed and clicked them tightly around his wrists.
The truncheon tapped once against his thigh - not hard, just enough to make his muscles twitch. She circled him slowly.
"You know," she said, finally standing in front of him, “I'm going to tell you a story. But I need you to shut up when I'm telling you."
She moved to the bed, perching on the edge of it, her eyes fixed on Rory who was stood deathly still. She unlaced a boot, pulling it off, then she did the same with the next. She reached into her skirt and shimmied out of her tights. She spread her legs so Rory could see her glistening pussy up her skirt.
Rory chuckled nervously.
Amy’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “What's so funny? Do you want to hear my story, centurion?"
He nodded.
Amy crossed her long legs. It took an age for her long leg to rise and settle on the other.
"Did you really think I was a kissogram?" she asked. "Are you really that thick? Or were you too pathetic to ever challenge me?"
Rory's eyes widened, and before he could speak Amy rose to her feet and slapped his face.
"I've not finished yet," she said with a sultry authority.
"Now," she continued "I was a stripper. I went to parties, and whilst you were sat at home my body was ogled and groped. So many men have seen your wife's pussy. I bet you like that though don't you?"
She slowly undid her shirt, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her small breasts revealed to the cuffed centurion. She unzipped the skirt and slid it down her long legs, then stood before him naked, tall, slim. Her auburn hair long and glowing against her milky skin. She ran two long fingers down her smooth pussy, then brought them to her mouth to slurp off the juices.
"I've done this show for so many men. How does that make you feel?" she purred, walking around Rory and unhooking his skirt, it thumped on the floor around his feet.
"I said how does that make you feel?" she said loudly, slapping his ass hard.
"I don't know Miss. Proud I guess," he stuttered, taking in the information she was dishing out to him. She could tell he was jealous, but his hard cock was telling a different story.
Amy dropped to her knees and looked up at Rory. She ran her tongue along his hard shaft then pulled away.
"Don't you dare cum!" she said as her mouth took every inch of him. Her nose pressed into his pubic hair as she held herself down, her eyes watering as she looked up at him. She didn't budge, staring up, her hands gripping his ass cheeks holding herself in place.
She released herself with a gasp, strings of saliva still connecting her lips to his spit soaked cock. She smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
She turned her attention to his balls. Lapping at them as she continued her story.
"Once, a group of guys offered me so much money for more," The hum of the ship almost drowned out by the sound of her slurps. "Ever wonder how I afforded those shoes? Now you don't have to."
She gobbled his cock back up, using his ass to roughly pull him down the back of her throat.
She pulled off again, slapping his cock as it popped out her wet mouth. She stood up, circling him like a lioness and her prey.
“You still trust me?” she asked, her voice suddenly more tender, but no less commanding.
Rory nodded desperately. "Always.”
“Use your safe word if you need to,” she added, leaning in to bite his shoulder.
Rory exhaled a laugh. “Geronimo.”
Amy smirked. “Cute. But that’s just going to encourage me.”
She stepped back and admired her work. Her husband, unarmed, exposed, willing, submissive. The same man who had waited 2,000 years for her. Now she had him completely at her mercy, and it thrilled her.
She walked across to a bag and slowly unzipped it. She took her time. Let him ache for it.
She pulled out a strap on, and without saying a word stepped into the harness, pulling the straps tight around her waist. She ran a hand along the pink dildo connected to it, it was smooth, thick. Rory's eyes widened as Amy squirted lube on the tip, spreading it across the plastic.
"Bend over, bitch," she said as she approached Rory, before pushing his back down. "You never fight back do you? Not once do you question me?"
"No Miss, never."
Amy rolled her eyes, pushing the tip of the dildo into Rory's arsehole. She slowly slid it inside him, enjoying the groans he made as she filled him.
"Such a pathetic little bitch," she muttered, slowly sliding the dildo back out, before slamming it back inside him. "You like that?"
"Yes Miss," Rory whimpered, his eyes closed tightly.
Amy began to thrust, her fingers digging into the skin of Rory's hips. She pounded him relentlessly. In, out, in, out. Making sure he took every inch with every slam inside his tight hole.
She spanked his ass as she sped up, showing no signs of stopping. Rory's whole body shook as his legs started to give way, but Amy held him tightly.
There was a noise outside the suite, a commotion building. Amy ignored it. She continued her assault on Rory's hole, her pale skin clammy and glistening with sweat.
She slowed down to listen to what was going on outside, then slowly inched the strap out of Rory. Bit by bit, until she could admire his gaping entrance. She watched it for a moment then grabbed his hair, pulling him upright.
"I think we might be needed out there. So hurry the fuck up and make me cum," she barked, quickly pulling the strap off and sitting on the edge of the bed. "I said hurry you pathetic twat."
Rory sunk to his knees as Amy spat on her hand, smearing her saliva over her smooth folds. Rory darted his tongue up, licking up his wife's fluids, before tonguing her clit. He slid two fingers into her as he licked and sucked.
Amy grabbed two fistfuls of his hair, pulling him into her.
"I'm so close, keep fucking going," she said panting.
Rory's tongue flicked her clit faster, his fingers fucking her deeper. Amy moaned and her feet twitched. She pushed Rory down, rubbing her clit now, frantically circling it with her long, spit covered finger as Rory's tongue explored the insides of her warm twat.
She bit her lip. "Yes, yes, yes!"
Amy let out a shriek as she came, her eyes rolling back, her pussy convulsing around Rory's tongue.
She pushed Rory's head away, her fingers gently massaging her flaps.
"Get dressed then," she said, watching Rory stumble to his feet.
Rory awkwardly got back into his Roman gear, his eyes never leaving his wife, sprawled on the bed, massaging her pussy.
Amy moaned, cumming again, just as there was a loud bang on the door.
"Emergency," a voice shouted from outside the room. "The ship is going down!"
If you enjoyed Amy owning Rory on their honeymoon, then there is a growing collection of Doctor Who filth on this site. Check out the other stories in The Cucked Centurion range, or see what Clara got up to with the Paternoster Gang. Ruby Sunday and Rose Noble get in on the act as well.
Oh and don't forget, we're all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?
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