GOODNIGHT SWEET AMY? 
'contributions by John Drake'

                                   PART ONE
                                        1

    “Come along, Pond!”-sang the madman as he whirled almost balletically around the central console of his amazing ship.
  The words of Keisha rang in his mind as he waited for his friend;
    “Trisha went to the Sleep Adjustment Centre and then she just didn’t come back…”
  Strangely, the people of Xenon 4 had all been experiencing similar insomnia and similar disappearances after the orbiting Space Station had had its new ‘Sleep Study’ facility unveiled. The trip there appeared to be one way. What was going on here?
  The statuesque redhead stormed into the control room clad in what appeared to be an abbreviated Police Uniform. He cast her a quick glance;
    “Really, you’re going to wear that?”
  She glowered at him;
    “I can’t find my room!”
    “Oh really, Pond…”
    “It wasn’t where I left it!” She protested.
    “Ah well, I’m sure that will do,” he gabbled. “…it’s quite…cool. Prepare for a landing!”
  The Tardis shuddered as it materialized and the Scottish redhead wobbled on her perilously high kissogram heels;
    “Is this it, are we here now Doctor?”
    “Well of course we are Pond. This is an incredible piece of machinery!”
  There was an unknown crackling sound followed by a lurch that toppled Amy Pond off her feet and over onto her back. She snarled at the Timelord from between her knees.
    “Of course,” he replied, “…there are always teething troubles…”
    “You’ll be having ‘teething troubles’ in a minute, Raggedy Man!”

  She’d seen so many futuristic space stations now that they were almost ‘old hat’ to her so Amy proceeded on to the Adjustment Facility on the lower levels whilst The Doctor busied himself trying to find the records department elsewhere…
  She approached the swish glass doors of the place and ran her false identity ‘rip’ in front of the scanner and as she did so a light came on above the entrance. A mechanical voice spoke;
    “WELCOME TO THE SLEEP ADJUSTMENT CENTRE MISS BROWN. PLEASE PROCEED TO THE EVALUATION ROOM.”
  Amy was a little hesitant. She had heard some scary stories about the Sleep Adjustment Centre and all of the different adjustment centres. They used a mixture of very new therapies and very old therapies that bordered on medieval. And their androids were sometimes known to be quirky. Hesitantly ‘Cecelia’ stepped into the building…

  Keisha was about five feet eight, sensible dressed, smart but not stylish. She was the network information manager. It sounded like an important job title and it was to a degree but it meant that when ever anything was working and people had their data feeds she was ignored in a little office in a sub, sub basement. 
  When something, anything wasn’t working then her communicator lit up and danced about her desk. It was up to her to find a solution and the old buildings of the city that were preserved for historical reasons didn’t help. They were made of alloy which disrupted signals and they were infested with vong voles that loved to chew on the cables. Even the ancient plumbing had a preservation order on it and when you got leaks into the junction boxes well, she was on the communicator to maintenance. This meant that often she was home late.
  One evening she was very late, she headed home to her habitation pod moored at the harbour. There was a very strong preservation lobby on Xenon 4 everything on land had some sort of historical or cultural significance that some obscure nut wanted to preserve so all new habitation was either underground, floating or orbiting. 
  Keisha couldn’t afford a space shuttle commute on her salary she liked the water and didn’t like being underground. Working in a sub, sub basement was bad enough. Her friend from the administrative core-Trisha Chan had not met her for lunch and on further checking had not come into work that day but had booked a day off. Keisha was concerned. Why had her friend booked a day off and not told her? Where had she gone?
  When Keisha got back to the habitation pod she looked around their apartment for any sign of her friend. There was a printed 3D info card for the Sleep Adjustment Centre it promised- ‘A good night’s sleep. So sound you won’t want to leave.”   
  Keisha looked over the apartment. She did remember Trisha complaining for nearly a month about bad dreams. She had even caught her sleepwalking twice. She had mentioned a dream about the gray man…
  Reluctantly, Keisha used the emergency override data chip for Trisha’s room. A search of her terminal found that Trisha had booked passage on the dedicated transport from the planet to the Sleep Adjustment Centre-it was called the night bus.  
  Strangely, checking her emails it looked like Trisha had sent an email advising her of her course of action but Keisha had never received it.
  It was worrying. The Sleep Adjustment Centre seemed too good to be true. All you saw on the review sites were positive reviews and high ones. No one ever seemed to have a bad word to say about it. She had remembered one bad review however…
  That review and the reviewer had strangely disappeared. It was strange if you posted a 3D vid on the holo-net criticising the Sleep Centre it was taken down immediately on copyright or bad taste grounds. If you posted on one of the info groups a thread that wasn’t positive about the Sleep Centre it was almost certainly deleted. Trisha was worried if she made a call to someone she would probably lose signal on her communicator. The gray man was a bad sign, a sign of bad luck to dream about him. People who dreamed about the gray man, who even mentioned him could wind up in trouble…

  The Sleep Centres seemed to be very good at drumming up business. They actively targeted people who suffered from insomnia or sleep walking, both strangely common conditions now. A woman with a sleeping disorder would find pop ups on her tablet and terminal at home and work advertising the Sleep Centre. If she went on the 3D channel networks she would see adverts for the Sleep Centre specifically imbedded in the program. She would get printed 3D info cards dropped through her door, cold calling. 
  If she went out to clubs and bars their adverts would play right next to her. If her sleep walking was particularly bad or there was any mention of the gray man on a routine four monthly check up an auto doc might give her a mandatory order to attend an assessment whether she liked it or not.

  An android met Amy at the reception. The androids were deliberately designed so that it was easy to spot them. 
  People didn’t seem to like androids that they could mistake for human, The Doctor had muttered something about ‘robophobia’ before…
  The advanced Nurse model could not be so. The android was tall, just over six foot six. She was designed to be able to easily deal with the most disruptive patients, having four arms, one set slightly below the other on each side allowing a single android to do the work of a team of two human nurses. The android had a blue gray tone on her artificial skin further enhancing her mechanical look. 
  Amy swallowed. Though tall herself she was dwarfed by the machine! Those arms, if she was found-out she wouldn’t stand a chance against the thing!
  Amy stared at the android. Her (it was definitely a ‘her’) creators had gone a long way to make her very feminine. The android wore a pair of strappy white high heeled shoes that must have been six inches high ending in a pencil thin heel. Amy wondered if they were shoes or actually part of the android. The android was designed with a pair of shapely sculpted legs and Amy thought about a recording she had seen on a news report on Keisha’s tablet computer about an android capturing an escaped mental patient in a leg lock. Amy Pond swallowed at the thought of those long, powerful mechanical thighs easily clamping round a disruptive patient and squeezing them into submission and for a brief second she wondered what would happen if she was discovered… 
  Suddenly ‘Cecelia’ felt herself blush and put her hand up to cover her face. The android had a very feminine pair of hips and waist that must have been only fourteen inches-she could probably put her hands around it!
  
  Keisha had felt so powerless. Her best friend was gone, she didn’t know what had happened to her and she was too afraid to go and find out. She could feel herself getting tired. Her friend had mentioned the gray man-a vague dream about the figure reaching out towards her. She needed help but didn’t know anyone that could and she put her head in her hands. That was when she heard the sound…
  It was a mixture of wheezing and groaning, there was a crash and a big blue box was in the middle of the living room. The doors opened up and an uncoordinated madman stepped out, adjusting his bow tie. 
  The Doctor looked at the startled woman;
    “Hello, I’m the Doctor!”
  Keisha’s anger took over from her shock;
    “You landed on my coffee table! I liked that table it was an antique, from Earth!”
  The Doctor looked awkward;
    “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that I was just following a strange power reading. It seems to be slightly interfering with my ship’s navigation...”

  Amy looked on. The Android had a very well endowed bust and the Scottish girl vaguely remembered from Keisha that this model of android had a built in food synthesizer and could act as a wet nurse. It had a sculpted swanlike neck, cheekbones to die for and large pouting lips. Apart from the extra set of arms the designers had easily put a supermodel to shame! 
  Amy tried to stop looking at the android as a machine, it was something else and its piercing, purple eyes almost had Amy in a trance… 
The Android smiled, introduced herself;
    “I AM NURSE RATCHET. PLEASE FOLLOW ME.” 
  The uniform the android nurse wore looked like it was made out of some thick type of rubber. There were stockings on her legs, a very short tight skirt, a low scooped neck top that showed a lot of artificial cleavage and the uniform was topped-off by a little nurse’s cap. 
  Amy pondered that if a human tried to wear something like that the tightness of the rubber especially around her waist would be practically debilitating! She wondered idly for a second what it would be like inside that tight uniform. 
  For a second ‘Cecelia’ drifted off. The android wore nothing but a pair of high heels her perfect body on display. The tight rubber nurse’s uniform was wrapped around Amy and she found she could hardly breathe! She was panting. Her breasts bounced up and down as she tried to struggle out of the uniform but it had been pulled over her, her arms were pinned to her sides inside the dress! Struggling was futile, the android reached out…
  She was back in the room. Amy blushed and the daydream was over. The android turned around and Amy got a good view of the back of the nurses’ uniform;
    “What an arse!” 
  Tight rubber encased artificial skin she watched the androids buttocks moving about inside that tight skirt with every perfect step the effect was almost hypnotic!
    “WHAT WAS THAT?”
    “Oh nothing, nothing,” Amy muttered, then, much quieter, “…sweet-cheeks.”
  Slowly, Amy followed Nurse Ratchet.  

                                         2

  The Doctor had tried a dozen ways to access the files on the computer’s mainframe from the public terminal. It seemed to be deliberately blocking him yet doing it in a very subtle way. The first time he had connected to the system the fire wall had let him in only for the link to be lost-a one in a billion error. The next time the files he requested were the wrong files, all he got a copy of the contract for the office plants for the sleep centres which was odd as they had no plants or gardens. The third attempt and he got a randomly corrupted file that would not display in any format even a program he had written. 
  The Doctor had tried getting himself into several of the centres as a repair man, a doctor, a consultant and a journalist but unfortunately psychic paper didn’t fool robots and they all appeared to be completely automated. He had tried to follow the funding for the sleep centres. The money might lead him to the source of them. All he found was a trail of paperwork that ran five times around the galaxy and proved conclusively that a post box orbiting Jupiter was the primary sole owner and financier of the sleep centres. 
  The Doctor tried to trace the records and how the sleep centres had been built, however the records seemed to indicate that they had always been there even back to the founding of the colony those plots of land had been earmarked for specific medical use.
  There was one thing strange. The Doctor got a text message straight to his psychic paper. It was an odd message it gave a date and a time on the upper levels of the space station and was signed The Gray Man…

  The nurse walked into an oval room and Amy followed her in. There was a single red light on one wall, a table and nothing else. The nurse stopped in the centre of the room. 
  ‘Cecilia’ stepped forward and there was a dull click. The door slid tightly shut behind her and the red light on the wall flashed a few seconds, drawing Amy’s attention. The light seemed to flash towards the nurse there was a pause for a second and the nurse faced her. Mechanisms in her face whirred and she smiled at her patient;
    “YOU HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH ACUTE INSOMNIA. WE NEED TO RUN A FEW TESTS TO DISCOVER THE BEST COURSE OF TREATMENT.”
  The nurse pointed to a patch of wall and a screen appeared out of nowhere;
    “PLEASE LOOK A T THE SCREEN. YOUR RESPONSES WILL BE MONITORED.” 
  Amy Pond looked at the screen as it slowly changed through a series of colours. The pictures changed to a series of images of various natural scenes, pictures of animals then changed to pictures of people. 
  A picture of a cute oriental woman appeared. She seemed drugged, definitely not ‘with it’ but was familiar…
    “Trisha,” Amy murmured to herself, “…that’s Trisha Chan!”
    “WHAT WAS THAT?”
    “Oh nothing, nothing at all…”
  The picture changed to the same girl now stripped to her underwear, still more doped than outraged. ‘Cecilia’ felt a change. The next picture showed the same oriental woman but her arms from the tips of her fingers to her shoulders were encased in black leather mittens. 
  Amy Pond frowned at the choice but shuddered at something inside her. There was another picture. This time the woman’s arms were tight, high behind her back. There were several straps crossing above her breasts which were thrust forwards indicating that the woman had no option but to remain in that position.
  Amy jerked back then peered closer. Was that Trisha? The image showed the back of the oriental woman. The restraint seemed to have been dramatically tightened. Her arms were locked in a perfectly flawless reverse prayer position inside a tight leather arm binder and Amy moved closer to the display…
  The next image showed an impossibly large red rubber ball shoved tightly into the woman’s mouth. ‘Cecilia’ took a step forwards. The next image showed a harsh wrap of wide stretchy tape over the bottom of the woman’s face and Amy moved forwards in a trance. The next image showed a tight black rubber hood over the woman’s head which had Amy reaching out for the screen.
  There was a pause for a few seconds then the next image appeared a tight leather hood had been laced over the top of the rubber hood. Amy moved even closer to the screen. The next image showed the addition of a high tight posture collar also there was a strap from the back of the hood connected to the tips of the woman’s mitten covered hands drawing her head sharply back. Amy Pond swallowed. When would the Doctor get here? If they’d done this to Trisha, what were her hopes of getting out of here unaided?
 ‘Cecilia’ felt herself pause, her hands were only inches away from the screen. The image changed now a tight corset had been added painfully clinching the woman’s waist down. Amy reached out and brushed the tip of her index finger against the screen. The image changed again now. A highly ornate but very tight steel waist clincher was padlocked shut over the top of the corset and ‘Cecelia’ laid her hand flat against the screen. 
  The image shifted. Trisha’s breasts were now ballooning outwards. Tight straps had been clinched round the base of them weighted nipple clamps had been added to her nipples pulling them sharply. Amy laid the tip of her other hand against the screen. The image shifted again, there was the back of the heavily restrained woman her ankles were encased in a pair of shackles joined by a solid bar about a foot long. Amy laid both hands flat against the screen and gulped nervously…
  The image shifted now, there was a large butt hook wedged deeply between the woman’s ass checks connected by a strap to the bottom of the arm-binder and Amy felt herself lean forwards putting some of her weight on her arms. 
  The image shifted again. Now the woman was balancing on a pair of locked-on high heeled shoes that looked impossible to stand in let alone walk in unaided! 
  Amy felt herself lean further forwards and more of her weight shifted to her hands. The image shifted again, the woman in the picture had been thoroughly spanked her entire bottom and buttocks were a bright red colour. Amy felt her body react powerfully to this new image, but not with revulsion. Why hadn’t Rory been that adventurous? The next image appeared, now the oriental woman was mercilessly hogtied, the fixed bar on the ankle shackles was connected to the base of the reverse prayer arm binder. ‘Cecelia’ realised that she had spread her legs as far as her tight skirt would allow. Her breath was laboured, she was panting. 
  The image changed again. The oriental woman was now inside a vac bed still hogtied. The image faded and was not replaced. Slowly Amy stepped back finding it difficult to register what had just gone thought her head.
  The nurse turned to her and took a step forwards;
    “PLEASE STRIP FOR FULL EXAM.” The nurse moved closer.
  Amy swallowed. Was this really going to happen now? Where was the Doctor, wasn’t he supposed to storm in and stop all this or disable the android’s controls or something?
    “I don’t want to” 
  In a flash the nurse was standing beside her. The nurses upper set of arms firmly gripped Amy Pond’s wrists and began to lift them upwards. The android spoke softly;     
    “YOU DON’T REALLY HAVE A CHOICE AT THIS POINT, YOU CAN STRUGGLE IF YOU LIKE BUT IT WON’T HELP YOU.”
    “Let me go, let me go!” Amy yelled as her feet were lifted off the floor. She thrashed about, kicking-out at the errant machine but the few blows that connected were not even felt by the spider-like robot. 

  Senior Station Supervisor Blunt was a fat ball of lard in a tasteless suit and a pimped hover chair. He floated looking at Security Chief Rodgers. The Security Chief was over ninety his brain worked because of the implants his body worked because it was inside a suit of powered armour. The space-station Commander looked at his head of security;
    “Every day we are getting more and more incidents. There is a war going on under our noses and we can’t find any solid sign of it!”
  His security chief tried to disagree. “It’s just a few random incidents, maybe criminals, a little better organised that usual but nothing that formidable.” 
  Supervisor Blunt looked at his security chief;
    “Minor! The codes for the station’s weapon arrays have been stolen and someone has locked us out so we can’t change them! We have more and more people dreaming about the gray man. You know how it goes-they dream about the gray man then one day they don’t wake up, they just sleep-walk then they disapear. We get reports of weapons fire when we get there but here is no sign of them! The holo-camera’s are blank, even the one’s centrally recorded! Witness statements come in blank and entire investigation files are lost!”

  There was a flashing screen on the Supervisors chair, he dismissed his Security Chief then tapped a button;
    “I thought we had an arrangement mister Blunt?” Came the sound across the com.   Blunt looked nervous;
    “Yes of course, I wouldn’t want to jeopardise the arrangement we have.”
    “You will stop interfering in my affairs or I will no longer tolerate your existence…”
  The line went dead. 

  With its second set of hands the nurse android unbuttoned her police uniform jacket and untied Amy’s tie placing it on the desk whilst Amy swung from her grip like a child’s toy. The android glided across the floor as if unburdened. It easily unbuttoned her shirt too.
  Amy was horrified at the speed this was happening and squealed her indignation at the automaton;
    “Stop it! Stop it you horrible bloody thing!”
  The android slipped one of its arms inside Amy’s blouse and around her waist till she hung kicking and screaming under her arm. With a little manoeuvering her blouse was removed and neatly folded on the table. 
  Amy yelled as she thumped the rubber-clad robot but was beginning to tire like a child worn-out by its tantrum. A few moments later the nurse grabbed the redhead by her ankles and inverted her, Amy’s hair hanging in her eyes as it took one shoe then the other which were neatly placed by the rest of her clothes. 
  Amy tried to keep her skirt on (short as it was!) by gripping its waistband but the machine was far too strong for her! The Scot wailed and cried at the impassive machine but to no avail. Her black stockings were removed with surprising care followed by her suspender-belt and then the last indignation was her bra and panties!
 Amy’s last scrap of modesty was quickly removed and laid on the table next to the rest of her clothes.
  The nurse finally lowered her down to the floor but kept a tight grip on her.
    “You bloody robotic cow! I’ll swing for you, I will!” Then, Amy began to cry as she realised the futility of her threats and situation.
  With one hand on each shoulder and both of Amy’s arms held behind her in a tight hammerlock position the nurse made Cecilia face the Red light as it scanned her for a minute. Then the nurse spoke;
   “THE AUTO-DOC WANTS TO TRY AN EXPERIMENTAL TREATMENT TAILORED JUST FOR YOU. YOU WANT US TO GO THROUGH WITH IT, DON’T YOU”. 
  Amy shook her head furiously, her red hair flying;
    “Of course I don’t you robot psycho,” Amy screamed as she shook her head “…no way am I going to give you my consent!”
  The nurse tightened the grip on ‘Cecilia’s arms until she felt they would be wrenched out of their sockets and Amy squealed with pain;
   “Okay! I give my consent please do!”
  The nurse’s hand cut her of mid sentence clamped like a vice over her mouth, while the strain on Amy’s arms was reduced.
  A hatch opened above them and a crude robotic hand like in a postal sorting robot slowly lowered something. The nurse stroked ‘Cecilia’ around her neck;
   “YOUR NECK IS BADLY POSITIONED WHEN YOU SLEEP. WE CAN CORRECT THIS WITH A LITTLE PADDED POSTURE COLLAR.”
  In a second the collar was wrapped around Amy’s neck and secured firmly. It was lined with padding that was incredibly soft but the collar itself was ridged and the redhead found her head in a comfortable position but she had no movement in her neck at all.  
  The robotic arm passed a large bundle of white material down to the nurse;
   “WE HAVE THIS SPECIAL, SECURE PADDED JACKET TAILORED JUST FOR YOU TO HELP YOU SLEEP.”
   “Keep it you metal freak!” Amy growled as she tried to move hear head in the thick collar but she knew she was helpless against the machine…

                                          3

  Xenon 4 was a human colony over ten thousand years old. The original settlers had chosen the location for purely fiscal gains. The place was pleasant enough you didn’t need to build an atmosphere, you didn’t need a pressurised habitat and there were useful minerals that could be reached with only the minimum of effort. 
  The original colonists had ships which were only good for a one way jump they had left them in orbit linked them together and called it a space station. The space station had grown and grown as a trading hub-cargo containers, broken ships of all sorts were linked together to form a cheap habitat. When the colony was more advanced rather than build a new space station they built a neat skin over the top of the existing station and added several nicer looking habitation modules onto the outside. There were parts of the station that no one had gone to in two thousand years…

  Inside one of the more antiquated sections a man stood in a gray suit his tie was gray his shirt was grey even his skin was gray. He looked at the data pad in front of him. Words appeared: 
  I will stop you. This world will belong to its rightful rulers. 
  The man looked at the data pad and more text appeared:
  STOP YOUR RHETORIC. SOON I WILL HAVE FOLLOWERS IN SUCH NUMBERS YOU WILL BECOME IRRELEVANT
  I have all the time in the world. You will lose as you have done before.
  The Gray Man looked at the tablet. The screen flashed on then off.  

  The nurse easily forced her arms into the sleeves of the garment, it was thickly padded, the torso and the arms stiff with it. The jacket would be a tight fit but the android’s strength was such that it could have squeezed The Scottish girl’s body into a Barbie Doll’s clothes!
  The nurse drew the two halves of the jacket around Amy Pond’s torso. There were laces which were quickly pulled tightly shut and Amy couldn’t help but grunt as her waist was whittled-down. It was like a Victorian corset had ensnared her! 
  A zip was drawn up over the laces then a large number of straps. Amy gasped for breath. She had no idea why the garment was so complex. It tightly hugged her torso and squeezed her waist and breasts in a strangely not uncomfortable way. 
  The padded sleeves were pulled through a centre loop then two side hoops and they were tightly joined behind Amy’s back. She had no movement whatsoever in her arms, there was too much padding in the way. It looked like her entire torso was encased in a giant marshmallow from her waist to her neck!
  The robotic arm passed something else to the nurse. She smiled at ‘Cecilia’;
    “AS PART OF YOUR THERAPY WE MUST ELIMINATE THE SOURCE OF LIGHT.”
  The redhead couldn’t turn her head at all;
    “Take that away from my face!” She yelled. The nurse ignored her and a ball of something like putty was pushed into Amy’s right eye socket then a blob of the same material was gently placed into her left. Some type of thick Blindfold was securely pulled over her face it was comfortable but secure. Then she heard a click as some sort of locking mechanism was engaged.
  The robotic arm passed a large black object to the nurse. She stoked Cecilia‘s hair; “AS PART OF YOUR THERAPY WE MUST ELIMINATE THE SOURCE OF NOISE THIS INFLATABLE PUMP-GAG WILL BE A BIT HARSH BUT WILL WORK VERY WELL.” 
  Amy opened her mouth to protest only to have the mass of rubber neatly pushed between her teeth. There was a panel that went over her jaw then a strap went behind her head and another under her chin. A further Y shaped strap went over her nose over the top of the blindfold and was joined to the strap at the back of her head. The nurse pumped with enthusiasm and soon Amy Pond couldn’t make a single noise her cheeks bulged like she had a cushion forced between her lips. She was as quiet as a mouse. The nurse unscrewed the pump then tightened and locked each one of the straps to make sure there was no way it could be shifted.
  The robotic arm passed something very small to the nurse;
    “WE MUST FULLY ELIMINATE ALL NOISE SO THERE ARE THESE EARPLUGS. EVERYTHING AFTER THIS WILL BE A NICE SURPRISE FOR YOU.” The nurse gently worked the two plugs into Amy’s ears cutting off almost all noise.
  The robotic arm passed a bulky piece of equipment to the nurse, it was padded on the inside and black leather on the outside. The nurse continued talking but Amy could only dimly hear her and couldn’t understand a word she was saying;
    “TO CONFIRM THAT NO LIGHT REACHES YOU WE HAVE THIS COZY LIGHT-REDUCTION AND ISOLATION HOOD. IT’S A NICE THICK LEATHER PIECE, HEAVILY PADDED SO YOU WILL BE NICE AND SNUG. YOUR TREATMENT IS FULL ENCLOSURE AND LOCKING. THE ONLY OPENING IS FOR YOUR NOSE SO YOU CAN BREATHE.”
  Amy soon found the hood enclosing her head. She tried to pull away but had so little movement that soon it was laced and strapped tightly around her head, removing all distinguishing features leaving her as just another patient!

  There was once an industrial zone on the station-a huge ship foundry. It no longer existed, the materials to build them had been mined from the planet’s surface long ago. The sleep adjustment centre had taken over the space without a single person noticing. No-one had used the space for over a century! It was now filled with row after row of containers, thousands if not tens of thousands. 
  Inside each one a woman slept. The women for the most part were kept in a dreamless sleep-almost a coma. They were thoroughly physically restrained so that they were unable to harm themselves in any way. 
  There were a few in a dream state-they were advanced cases. Even though they were asleep they were fighting the restraints for all they were worth, screaming into their gags and thrashing around against their straitjackets.

  Suddenly the Scot broke free from the robot’s grasp but it was to no real effect as she vaulted across the room on her long legs only to smash into the wall. She turned-about, her head questing this way and that for her assailant. The android merely stood there, almost amused at the sight of the prone redhead bumping into wall after wall to try to find the (locked) way out. 
  After a few minutes of this careering around the room Amy began to jump up and down, struggling with the straitjacket. Her breathing sounded harsh and wheezy through the nose-hole in the hood. Amy bumped painfully into the table and struggled once more with her bindings before recognizing the hopelessness of her situation. She shuddered and began to sob in silence. Where was he? Where was the Doctor? Surely he hadn’t left her again? He hadn’t left her here to this treatment and whatever came after?
  The robotic arm passed two objects down to the nurse and a jar. They were two rather large plugs made of soft rubber.
  Amy was horrified as the nurse lubricated the large butt plug and firmly worked it into her ass. An even larger plug was worked in elsewhere and then the crotch strap from the jacket was tightly buckled in place keeping both intruders snugly in position.
  The robotic arm slowly lowered a strange looking piece of heavy leather down to the nurse, she took it;
    “CECILIA, WE NEED TO KEEP THOSE LONG LEGS OF YOURS AS IMMOBILE AS POSSIBLE SO WE HAVE THIS CUSTOM-MADE LEG RESTRAINT FOR YOU, ANKLE CUFFS BUILT INTO A HOBBLE-SKIRT OF FULL LENGTH MADE WITH AN EXTRA LAYER OF THICK LEATHER.” 
  First the wide ankle cuffs fitted around Amy’s ankles then the main hobble skirt was wrapped round her legs from ankle to waist. Laces and straps were done up down the back leaving her legs tightly held in a drum-tight sheath of leather.
  Two robotic arms slowly lowered an even stranger looking piece of heavy leather about the size of a woman’s body. The nurse smiled and slowly lowered Amy to the floor;
    “SOON YOU WILL GET TO SLEEP DEAR BUT FIRST I HAVE TO WRAP YOU IN THIS NICE TIGHT PADDED LEATHER BODY BINDER.”

                                         4
  
  The Doctor sat across from his contact. The Gray Man looked at him;
    “You’re a Timelord aren’t you?” 
  The Doctor smiled;
    “How can you tell?”
  The Gray Man smiled back knowingly;
    “My species live quite a long time and we have a few mental powers.”
  The coffee cup moved across the table of its own accord. Sugar, grain by grain rose from the bowl and fell into the cup. A few seconds later a stirrer levitated into the cup and swished round. The Doctor pressed;
    “Do you know what’s going on?” 
  The Gray Man spoke;
    “I do know but you would not believe me. It goes back to the dark times as your people call it…”
  The Doctor’s eyes sparkled;
    “Okay, now you have me interested!”
  The Gray Man smiled;
    “I believe I am the last of my kind. I have not met another of my race since the dark time.” The Gray Man seemed to pause for a second, “My people, the Io-Ance,” he shrugged, “…that is the closest pronunciation I am capable of that you could understand, were at war with another race. We both wanted a planet for its resources and neither species saw cooperation as an option…”
  The Doctor looked at the gray man;
    “What happened with this war?”
  The gray man paused for a second;
    “Almost complete mutual annihilation. One of the enemy warships survived after a fashion and I lived.”
  The Doctor looked at The Gray Man;
    “How is something that long ago relevant to today?” 
  The Gray Man paused for dramatic impact;
    “The enemy ships had several computer cores. These were mobile devices after a fashion, they could move so that an enemy could not capture the data inside them. I tracked down their last damaged warship and found that though the crew were dead one of the cores had escaped as well as a few maintenance robots and a gun boat.”
  The Doctor spoke;
    “Okay, lay your cards on the table!”
  The Gray Man’s lips thinned;
    “If you insist. The core wants to gain power over this world, over every world and I want to stop it. It is close to perfecting a mind control method that will quickly overpower anything with an organic mind-this must be stopped!”
  The Doctor looked at him;
    “If what you say is true, you have been fighting the same war for millions of years!” 
  The Gray Man shrugged deeply. The Doctor suddenly realised he had an appointment and stood to leave. 

  Amy felt herself lowered to the floor then she was packed into some sort of rigid leather bag from toes to neck. Once she realised what was going on she tried to struggle but it was too late and quite futile. The inside of the body binder was heavily padded and quite comfortable despite the tight lacing and strapping required to get it to shut and the redhead found she couldn’t even twitch her toes when the nurse was finished, her binding was that complete. 
  A door opened and an automatic gurney bed appeared it was made of stainless steel tubing and was heavily padded. The machine slowly rolled into the centre of the room. 
  Amy could see nothing and hear very little but panicked as she was lifted effortlessly off the floor and deposited gently into the middle of the bed. The nurse made sure that she was centred and then began strapping her down. Wide padded straps went tightly across her ankles above and below her knees at her waist above and below her breasts. A far looser strap was wrapped around her neck and one over her forehead not that Amy had any way of making any meaningful movement before the straps were applied. 
  The robotic arm passed one last item down to the nurse. Nurse ratchet picked up the chloroform pad and held it tightly over her patient’s masked face. She struggled for a little while against her tight restraints then went limp the nurse bent down and kissed her on the hood;
    “GOODNIGHT CECILIA. TOMORROW WE BEGIN YOUR OTHER THERAPIES…”
  The android turned to the neatly-folded pile of clothes on the table, scooped them up and took them to the incinerator hatch in the wall, disposing of them;
    “YOU WON’T BE NEEDING THESE ANY MORE.”

    “Aha!”-Cried the spindly figure leaping into the Sleep Adjustment centre’s office. “Pond? Pond where are you?” He looked around the room with a frown. “Maybe I shouldn’t have had that extra Mocha?”
  The Doctor fished in his jacket pocket and pulled out his trusty sonic screwdriver, he set it to scan the walls looking for any sign of anything in the blank room. There was a low beep and his eyes shifted to the right he had triggered something.  
  A shutter slid down from the ceiling blocking the exit and a set of bars followed, seeming to appear from nowhere. Two force field emitters descended and two popped up from the floor. There was a brief hiss and an energy field formed in front of the door, an illuminated sign lowered from the ceiling and sprang to life-it displayed the text 
  EXIT OUT OF ORDER WE ARE SORRY FOR THE INCONVIENIENCE. 
  The Doctor looked at it;
    “Now that’s just insulting”
  He turned around on the other side of the wall to see a hatch about a meter wide open and a robot the size of a large dog emerge. It was in the shape of a scorpion- artificial segmented sections moving as one. 
  There were eight chunky armoured legs and it had two pincers at the front shaped like arms with three pronged manipulators on the end. It didn’t have a head, more an enlarged torso with a cluster of three purple eyes mounted on the front of the robot watching him. Its tail ended in what looked like a very heavy duty taser, it was clinical white an almost porcelain finish on the segments. The Doctor readied his sonic screwdriver one robot he could dismantle before it even crossed half the room   
But then a second hatch to the left opened and three more of the scorpion-shaped robots came through the hatch. Within moments there were five on the right side of the room. 
    “Oh come on, that’s silly! Who needs that many guard dogs?” 
  The Doctor started looking for another solution, another exit. Running away, finding out more about this place and coming back seemed a good plan for now.   
  There were about twenty of the robots now and the Doctor was at least glad that they did not appear to be designed with lethal force in mind, in fact looking at them someone had gone to a great deal of effort to make sure they could not do any permanent harm to anyone. 
  These robots looked like basic, stupid watch dogs. If he could distract them or get them to chase each other he was sure he would be fine…

                                     

                                        5
  
  A door at the other end of the room opened and one of the android nurses walked in-six feet six of highly intelligent artificial programming designed to deal with anything.   
  She was quite well armed. In her right upper hand was an energy based stunner in her left upper hand was a chemical dart launcher loaded with a full clip. In her right lower hand she carried a Tazer that was closer to a cattle prod and in her lower left hand was a glue gun. 
  The scorpion bots faced the nurse android. Their sensors dimmed slightly then they all turned back to look at the Doctor. 
    “I am a maintenance engineer, just lost,” he gabbled, “…if you let me out I’ll be on my way, do you need any recalibrations, have you seen my friend Amy?” 
  They remained stationary.
  This presented the Doctor with an opportunity. If he could override the nurse android she could control the rest of them. The Doctor could already think of a few tweaks to her programming and he would be scot-free. He started to program his sonic screwdriver. There was a loud click and a swish the walls either side of him disappeared into the floor the room was suddenly 200% larger and those extra two thirds were filled with a sizable problem there were six of the android nurses to his left with twenty of the robot scorpions behind them to his right there were seven of the nurses and about twenty five of the robots. 
  The Doctor surveyed the situation, any moment now a solution would present itself he waited a minute, any moment…
  The Doctor looked at the robots. They were not looking at him. He was infuriated looked at them;
    “Hello? Over here, would you please stop ignoring me! Pond where are you?”   
  The androids and robots looked at the ceiling. A hatch opened and something large dropped to the floor. The creature was a bit like the nurse androids she was tall, eight feet or more 
  She seemed to be designed to have both clinical and administrative duties, having six arms, two sets slightly below the others on each side allowing this manager the ability of doing the work of three people. The android had a light blue gray tone on her artificial skin but was far less human than the standard nurses further enhancing her mechanical look. 
  The android dispensed with the restrictions of human locomotion. From below her waist she was segmented, built like a snake-she must have been twenty feet or more long the segments similar to the bodies of the scorpion like robots!

  Deep within the station there was the sound of snoring so loud it would have woken the other patients if they were not anaesthetized or wrapped up in soundproof rooms. A door opened and an automatic gurney bed appeared, heading down into the depths of the station. The machine slowly rolled on, gently moving as to not upset its snoring cargo. The cocoon of leather strapped tightly in place did not move. Amy was snug as a bug. She hadn’t any way of making any meaningful movement before the straps were applied. She had none at all now.
  A side door opened and the automatic gurney rolled into a room. There were three beds with equally heavily-restrained feminine patients all asleep. The gurney came to a specific location and stopped. It converted from mobile Gurney to a fixed bed locking down to the floor. 
  A strange array like an inverted chandelier lowered from the ceiling it came to rest right above Amy’s face and it started to glow and hum.  

  The android had a very feminine pair of hips and waist. It must have been eighteen inches wide at the central joint. The controller had a well endowed bust. It had a sculpted swanlike neck, cheekbones to die for and large pouting lips. Its piercing, red eyes scanned the Doctor up and down, it lingered on his bow tie;
    “Bow-ties are cool”
    “Er, actually I’m fine-go right ahead and keep ignoring me…” 
  The Android smiled, introduced herself; 
    “I AM ADMINISTRATOR ONE.” 
  The uniform the android administrator wore looked like the nurses’ uniform-a thick type of rubber. A low, scooped neck showed a lot of artificial cleavage and the uniform was topped-off by a little nurse’s cap in a shade of grey rather than white. 
  The red eyes of the administrator flashed a few seconds, there was a pause for a second and the Administrator faced the Doctor. Mechanisms in her face whirred and she smiled;
    “YOU HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH ACUTE INSOMNIA. DUE TO HYPERACTIVITY OF YOU DUAL PULMANARY SYSTEM A COMMON CONDITION OF GALLIFREYANS WHO DO NOT LEAVE ENOUGH TIME BETWEEN THEIR REGENERATIONS, PLEASE ALLOW ANOTHER TWO HUNDREAD YEARS UNTILL YOUR NEXT REGENERATION. YOU MAY FIND BAL HERB TEA MAY HELP YOU SLEEP.” –
  The Doctor looked surprised;
    “How do you know anything about me or my people?” 
    “THE TIME LORDS EXISTED FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME WE HAVE ENCOUNTERED OTHERS OF YOUR KIND BEFORE THE TIME WAR.”
  A hatch opened above them and a robotic arm passed a tray with a steaming hot cup of tea down to the Administrator.
  The Administrator homed-in on the Doctor. She offered the tray towards him. The Doctor looked at the cup of tea;
    “I suppose you expect me to drink this?” The Doctor looked at the offered cup of tea and he ran his finger over the edge of the cup. Gingerly he took it and took a sip. The Doctor drained the cup;
    “Actually that’s very good tea!”
  The Doctor looked at the administrator and gestured with his hands;
    ‘Go-on...’
   The android looked at him;
    “GO ON WITH WHAT?”
  The Doctor looked at her;
    “Well this is the part where you start talking. You tell me where you came from, who you work for, the distribution of your forces, your main plan and where the secret weapon I can’t possibly beat is hidden.” 
  The administrator looked at him;
    “NO.”
    “What do you mean no? I am completely surrounded, hopelessly outnumbered don’t you want to gloat?” 
  The administrator looked at him;
    “NO.”
  The Doctor continued to speak;
    “Okay, you must need something that only a genius inventor can repair or complete.” He pulled on his bow tie in anticipated triumph but the administrator looked at him;
    “NO.”
  The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver with a confident “Ahah!” levelling it at the administrator. Her hands rose up. On each palm a sonic emitter activated whatever the Doctor was doing, she was doing the reverse times six. The administrator picked the Doctor up by the collar of his coat and carried him across the room.
  The door to the main station opened and he landed with a thud and skidded down to corridor coming to a rest. The door to the sleep centre closed. 
  The Doctor picked himself up and dusted himself off. He checked his pockets. The door to the sleep centre partially opened then shut and the sonic screwdriver arced through the air and hit the Doctor across the back of the head;
    “Ouch! Hey, that was uncalled for!” 
  He picked his screwdriver up and looked at the door. A sign flashed up-   
                   APPOINTMENT ONLY. GO AWAY!
  The Doctor looked at an information terminal the sign on the door changed 
          YOU CAN’T BOOK AN APPOINTMENT. GO AWAY!  

                                        6 

  Amy woke up and put her hand to her head it-ached a little. She quickly took in her situation. She was in what appeared to be a hospital room. The ceiling had several glowing tiles that produced light the rest was porcelain, white. The walls were white, the floor was white and there was a door at one end of the room that was silvery in colour. Obviously there was a door switch next to it, a little silver panel. 
  There was a bed and it appeared to be a very comfortable one-something like a memory foam mattress and a big fluffy pillow. Amy’s next concern was her clothes. She realised she was in a set of patient scrubs;
    “THAT STUPID TIN COW!” Amy screeched. The patient scrubs were very thin almost verging on the transparent, they were actually shorter than her kissogram uniform and worse, they only had one fastening at the back right in the middle. 
  The redhead reasoned she must have been changed into these by that insane robot nurse after she had been chloroformed and Amy scooted over to the edge of the bed, gripped the back of the scrubs closed with her left hand and dropped off the bed onto the floor. Unfortunately, she slipped on a wet patch and landed heavily on her bottom.   
  Amy looked down. There was a robot on the floor that she had not seen from the table, it was about a foot and a half long and looked like a giant metal scrubbing brush. A spray came out of the robot onto the floor about six inches in front of it and the robot darted forwards and started working on that section of flooring.
  She looked at the robot. A camera on a stalk extended from the robot and looked at Amy, the robot bleeped. There was a whirring and a yellow sign extended from a slot in the wall it read CAUTION, CLEANING IN PROGRESS.
  Amy used the side of the bed to stand up, she smiled a big grin at the robot and carefully edged close to it-her foot swept back in preparation. The robot was not stupid in terms of self preservation though and before her foot could connect it zipped to one side, a small flap appeared in the wall and the little cleaning robot disappeared into it.
    “Yeah, you’d better run!”
  Amy re-adjusted her scrub as best she could but today was not a day for dignity. She cursed the Doctor using several words that he had once used when he trapped his hand in the Tardis polaric regulator. On the other side of the station the Doctor swore he could hear something for just a second...
  Amy pushed the button on the wall and the door slowly slid open. She nervously stuck her head out. She didn’t want to meet one of the nurse androids-they had their bolts a little too tight! 
  Looking left and right she ventured-out, the back of her scrubs bunched in her fist.
  On the left there was a sign pointing to emergency exit & on the right there was a sign pointing to main observation area. Amy thought about it for a split second. She headed for the observation area. She still didn’t know what was going on... 
  There was a door along the corridor with a big red warning sign above it saying danger. A key had been left in its control panel...
  Amy walked up to the door. What was in it? She was nervous. Amy pressed the big red button and the door opened with a swish.
  The Scot looked inside. That was odd there was just a statue sitting in the middle of the room. She blinked and the statue was closer, arms outstretched;
    “Crivens! The Doctor told me about you!”
  Amy backed away as fast as she could, she tried to keep her eyes on the Angel. She must have blinked, suddenly it was out of the room across the hall right next to her! The tall redhead backed away, she scooted back down a corridor to a dead end. Her vision blurred suddenly the angel was closer! Amy considered her options, suddenly she did not want to go like this. The angel moved again only inches from her. 
  Suddenly one of the android nurses was there behind the weeping angel.    
    “SPECIMEN ESCAPED. PATIENT IN DANGER, LEATHAL FORCE AUTHORISED!”
  The robotic nurse moved quickly, her lower arms gripped the Weeping Angel’s wrists, her upper arms palms flat, either side of the Angel’s head. The android simply clapped her hands together and its head disappeared into a cloud of dust! 
  Amy would have been both relieved and terrified if she wasn’t so busy running and coughing. With one hand she was trying to wipe powdered weeping angel out of her hair while sneezing as well. Her other hand was trying to keep the back of the gown closed to preserve her modesty while her long legs were running to get her half naked lily white ass as far from the android nurse as possible. 
  Amy could hear a crunching sound behind her. A stolen look back showed the android seemed to be busy with grinding every bit of the Weeping Angel into powder just as a precaution. Amy Pond had been scared of the android nurses before but she had just seen one of them crush a stone monster into powder, she could barely grasp the physical power that that entailed. Admittedly, it had done that to save her own life so she probably wasn’t in any danger, just likely to be put back in all those interesting leather items if she was caught. 
  Amy acknowledged that she had put her own life in danger when she opened up a door that had been clearly labelled as dangerous. Still she was not anticipating wearing the full leather set again!
  She got to another junction with several set of doors. One said OBSERVATION there was another with a big red sign on it WARNING!
  The android nurse appeared beside Amy and she swallowed nervously;
    “I don’t suppose you could get me a proper dressing gown?”
    “I AM NURSE PAYNE. I AM SURE THAT I CAN ACOMADATE YOUR REQUEST. I CAN GET YOU A MORE SUITABLE ENSEMBLE THAT WILL STOP YOU WANDERING THE HALLWAYS AND KEEP YOU OUT OF TROUBLE.”
  Nurse Payne was pretty close but Amy was closer to a door along the corridor again there was a big red warning sign above it saying danger, its key had been left in it. Amy looked nervous but she really didn’t want to give up yet. Amy pressed the big red button. 
  Nurse Payne looked at her;
    “THE CORE WILL NOT BE HAPPY THAT YOU ARE FORCING ME TO DESTROY MORE OF HIS COLLECTION. YOU MAY FIND THIS DETRIMENTAL TO YOUR PERSON AS TO THE SELECTION OF FUTURE THERAPUTIC TENCHIQUES AND THE SELECTION OF YOUR ATTIRE.”
  The door opened with a swish. A Cyberman stepped out of the secured room. There were at least another eight of the creatures behind it. The Cyberman looked at Amy and a blaster came into place above its right hand the nurse stepped in between it and Amy. The blast of blue energy hit the android. 

  Senior Station-Supervisor looked at the beeping button on his hover chair. His fat finger flicked the switch. The Security Chief was on the line;
    “The codes for the orbital planetary defence platforms have just been stolen, I admit its more than just a few random incidents, I thought you might want to know where they were pointing.” 
  Supervisor Blunt Shouted down the line;
    “How the hell did they get those codes? They were in the Council Chamber mainframe and the Military Command! This is worse than the station codes, they can target us now, where are they pointed?” 
    “The codes were on your private server sir. You said we might need them one day. Also, they’re pointing at you.”
  Supervisor Blunt chose his words carefully;
    “You mean theyr’e pointed at the station not me?”
    “No sir. Just at the module you occupy, just you.”
  The Security Chief was cut off by another signal. Another voice came over the line     
    “Thank you for the codes Mr Blunt. It was so much easier stealing them from you than from the Government. I know you think you also have an arrangement with my competitor, Mr Blunt…” 
  Blunt looked nervous;
    “How did you-?”
    “Good bye, Mr Blunt.” The line went dead. 
  An organic control parasite on the side of one of the orbiting weapons platforms powered up a rail gun. A single shot would remove its target. A nanite swarm in the system countered it, controlled by another party. The shot went wild, off harmlessly into space. 

  Nurse Payne looked angry. There was a hole in her dress and a small burnt patch of artificial skin. The burn mark disappeared as if it hadn’t existed. There was a whirring and a green shield was projected around the android. The first cyber man spoke;
    “YOU WILL BE DELETED.” The following two blasts from its gauntlet weapon bounced harmlessly off the android’s energy shield. “WE WILL NEED TO UPGRADE PRIMARY WEAPONS.” The Cyber man commented. 
  Then the nurse spoke;
    “SPECIMENS ESCAPED. PATIENT IN DANGER. LETHAL FORCE AUTHORISED.”
  The nurse’s fist came down in an over-head swing onto the first cyber man crushing his head like a tin can in a vice, the artificial body dropped to the ground.
  Amy did not like Cybermen but she did feel a twinge of pity for them as nurse Payne started to take them apart. Amy ran as fast as she could from the ensuing chaos. . Whoever was in charge was going to be mighty angry with her at the decimation of their collection of evil monsters! If what they had wrapped her in earlier was what they gave to normal patients she hated to think what they would do to her when they caught her but then, what sort of bloody idiot leaves the key in the door with the incredibly dangerous specimens inside? Amy had two goals-find Trisha then get out. No make that three goals, find some clothing that did not need to be held shut, find Trisha then get out!

                                         7

  Rory looked at the Doctor incredulously;
    “What do you mean you lost my wife?” 
    “Well uh,” the Doctor was a little lost for words, “...she wasn’t in the last place I left her...” 
  Rory pointed his finger at him;
    “It’s bad enough the two of you forgot I was aboard but this?” 
  The Doctor held his hands up in the air. 
    “I can see you losing a remote control or the key to your house but Amy?” 
    “Don’t focus on that, look we will find her I give you my word. I have made a contact here, a nice fellow calls himself The Gray Man,” the Doctor paused “...he told me there is an ancient artificial intelligence-The Core. It’s been trying to take over this world for two thousand years. He’s been trying to keep it in check for all that time. However, recently it’s almost finished constructing a mind control device on this station somewhere. It plans to tune it, using this world to perfect its mind control technique then when this world is under its sway it can broadcast across the information network and control the minds of every living creature in the galaxy!”
  Rory looked at the Doctor;
    “So we just need to throw a spanner in the works and Amy will be ok?”
  The Doctor talked quickly;
    “Oh yes! Then we have to break Amy out of a high security institution which seems to be imperviously shielded, get past an army of scorpion robots and indestructible sexy nurse androids, defeating a computer intelligence that seems to have a degree of control over every computer on this station and this planet and we are home free!”  
  Rory looked at the Doctor, confused;
    “Just run that past me again would you slowly this time.” 
  The Doctor looked at Rory;
    “I think you would be happier if I didn’t.”
  Rory looked at the Doctor;
    “Okay, just one question. How sexy are these sexy nurse androids?”
  The Doctor held up his psychic paper. An image appeared. Rory whistled.

  Amy was running down the corridor. She had not stopped running and she found herself in an area with two doors. One read OBSERVATION ROOMS, the second read PATIENT CLOTHES STORAGE. Amy hoped that Trisha was going to be in one of the observation rooms but first she needed some proper clothes. 
  She opened the door to find the place was massive and was massively disappointed. The place seemed to be absolutely full of exotic kinds of full body straight jackets hanging from racks. The jackets were made from canvas and rubber. They seemed to have inbuilt full face hoods with large, sound muffling gags and hobble skirts or other forms of leg bindings.
  Amy was sure she did not want to try on any of the patient ‘clothes’ she simply didn’t have the patience. She smiled at her own joke but jumped when a robotic arm dropped through a hatch in the ceiling and picked up one of the garments next to her. She relaxed when another hand on a brush began to clean the garment. 
  Amy saw some sort of capsule in the middle of the room and as she got closer she felt a strange compulsion. It was a kind of booth it said AUTO DRESSER. Amy’s hopes rose as she got closer she saw the user interface. She could feel the corners of her mind going foggy. 
  The AUTO DRESSER scanned her and an image of her appeared on the screen in front of it. Amy went through the option menu it seemed to be nothing but types of restraints. Suddenly Amy found herself selecting a rather harsh posture collar the collar appeared on her avatar. Amy felt it looked good, she selected a silencing self expanding pear gag then a layered hood consisting of two rubber and one leather hood on top of each other.
  Amy found herself selecting a pair of mittens elbow length then a tight leather straight jacket with a waist clincher in something called a double hammerlock configuration the image rotated to show the back of the jacket with Amy’s arms pulled high up her back. She added a tight rubber transport jacket over the top as an after thought. Then Amy decided on footwear, a tight hobble skirt then a really tight ball tie. 
  As soon as the program was completed, the auto dresser invited her to step in. Amy took one step forwards then stopped herself she shook her head and stepped back. 
  The redhead was out of the room in a shot! She headed for the observation rooms. The door opened, there was a corridor and two of the cleaning robots were running over the walls. 
  There appeared to be about twenty observation rooms. Each one was a padded cell with a door, a two way mirror and a terminal showing a patient history. 
  Amy walked up to the first room. There was a picture of a mocha-skinned woman displayed on the terminal. A progress bar showed indoctrination, the bar showed that it was almost completely full.
  On the floor of the room a woman inside a full body straight jacket thrashed around manically. Her head was covered, her mouth stuffed and her legs completely covered in a tight full length hobble skirt-even her big toes had been tied together!
  A thought crept into Amy’s head-all the better to tickle her! Amy wondered how far she was along the indoctrination meter.
  The Scot looked in the second room. There was a woman in a smock similar to hers. She was sat in one corner of the room wearing a full face hood and a pair of mittens that seemed to have their tips locked to a collar around her neck. 
  Amy moved onto a third room. There was a brunette’s image displayed on the terminal. Inside the room was a woman trapped in what could only be described as a hogtie sack only the lower half of her face was covered by a gag she did not look happy. 
  She moved on to the fourth room & there on the screen was a picture of Trisha Chan. It showed she was halfway through the indoctrination. Looking in the room, Amy could see Trisha was up against one wall she seemed to be wearing a thick muzzle gag and a tight rubber straight jacket.
  Amy hit the open button on the door. It took a second for it to work then Amy stepped on the padded floor. It was a little difficult getting her footing on the soft, pillow-like mass but she got over to the wall and shook Trisha awake.
  The little woman stood up, she was quite docile and groggy. Amy looked at her, she was cute as a button and completely helpless. Her legs were shapely, her bottom glowed a rosy red from a thorough spanking and a very wide rubber strap bisected the globes of her ass cheeks and made itself snugly at home between her legs. 
  Trisha was tightly bound in a thick rubber jacket over her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but perky, straining against the rubber. Her arms had been folded behind her back very tightly, the arms through side loops then buckled in front of her. There were six wide rubber straps down the back of the jacket and a strong collar to it, all of which were very firmly locked onto her tight little body with some sort of combination padlock.
  Amy looked at the muzzle. It seemed designed for a grizzly bear not the petite little woman that currently wore it. The rubber plug inside it must have been massive the way her cheeks and jaw were stretched! There were straps under her chin and around the back of her head that ensured she would not be able to get it loose. 
  There were also padlocks on these straps that prevented Amy from getting the gag off her. Looking at her, Amy felt a strange sensation. 
  That woman could do with a pair of shoes, the back of her mind said. Yes, another voice echoed, how about five inch strap on followed by ankle shackles and a tight rubber hobble skirt from her waist to her ankle?
  Amy tried to shake the image from her head. Yes she wished she could tighten the gag and the jacket just a little, especially the strap between her legs and the arm strap!   
  A good hard spanking and a nice tight hogtie followed by a little heavy petting would do wonders...
  Amy’s hand left Trisha’s shoulder and began to trace a line down the back of the jacket to just above Trisha’s bottom. Just in the nick of time Amy snapped herself out of it. She grabbed Trisha by the shoulder and gently pushed the compliant woman out of the door. Amy saw an exit sign down the corridor and headed for it.
  Amy was close to a door marked up as exit but she noticed another door labelled EXTREME DANGER, DO NOT OPEN! Again, there was a big red button with the enable key in place. Amy stopped in her tracks. Nurse Payne was there again in front of her;
    “MISS BROWN I HAVE HAD QUITE ENOUGH OF YOU! ONCE I HAVE ADMINISTATOR THREE’S PERMISSION YOU ARE GETTING ELECTRO-SHOCK THERAPY TO CURB YOUR BEHAVIOUR. RELEASE MISS CHAN SO I CAN PUT HER BACK IN OBSERVATION!” 
  Amy felt she had no choice, she moved to the release button. Nurse Payne looked at her hands outstretched;
    “THE CONTENTS OF THAT ROOM IS EXTREMELY DANGEROUS! PLEASE RECONSIDER, I CAN TALK TO THE CORE-MAYBE I CAN DO SOMETHING?”
  Amy pressed the button. The room opened to reveal a Dalek. Amy just had the presence of mind to grab Trisha and dive for the floor as the first energy blast went over her head.
  Nurse Payne moved forwards, the Dalek ignored Amy.
    “SPECIMEN ESCAPED! PATIENT IN DANGER LETHAL FORCE AUTHORISED.”
  The Dalek responded;
    “EXTERMINATE! EXTERMINATE!”
   It shot the android but again the green force field popped into existence. The Dalek shot again and the force field around the android began to fade a little. The Dalek commented with arrogance;
    “SOON YOUR DEFENCES WILL FAIL!” 
  The android crossed the space over to the Dalek, her right hand gripped its energy weapon, crushed it and twisted. With a tug, she wrenched the energy weapon out of its socket. The Dalek countered with its manipulator arm into the side of the android. Vast amounts of energy were channelled into the android’s body and Amy shuffled backwards guiding Trisha.
  Amy watched the android gripping the Dalek’s dome with all four hands. There was a creaking and warping of the metal. The Dalek was trying to overload the android, directing power into her abdomen.
  Amy watched as the nurse’s uniform burned away then the synthetic skin then a layer of metal under that. The Dalek was pumping power directly into the android’s side smoke and sparks pouring out!
  The top of the Dalek was wrenched off and one of the android’s arms disappeared inside it. Instantly it stopped moving. 
  The nurse pulled her hand out, it was covered with a grey green slime that was probably pulped Dalek. Amy was almost at the door. 
  Nurse Payne staggered, then stood up, Amy looked back. 
    “INITIATE PRIMARY REGENERATION.” The nurse looked pissed. “I WILL PUT YOU IN A HOGTIE SO TIGHT YOU WILL WISH I HAD AMPUTATED ALL FOUR OF YOUR LIMBS MISS BROWN.”
  Amy gasped, pushed the exit button and the door opened. The hole in the android’s side began to close. The metal plating reformed and then the synthetic skin began to flow back into place. 
  Amy looked nurse pain up and down;
    “You are one tough cookie aren’t you?”
  The nurse looked at her and strode forwards;
     “A GAG AS WELL.” The android moved faster. 
  Amy waved goodbye and dived through the exit with Trisha, activating the door mechanism and the dead lock on the other side. The redhead breathed a sigh of relief. 

                                        8

  The Tardis slowly re-materialised and Rory and the Doctor piled out. They had appeared in front of the same blank wall again. Rory looked at the Doctor, disappointment all over his face. The Doctor ground his teeth in frustration and jumped up and down;
    “Its not a force field that I can’t penetrate, its something more subtle! Every time I try to get into the sleep centre it confuses the Tardis and she lands twenty feet outside it again!” The Doctor then thought for a second, “If I had a week I could work a way around it but I suppose I don’t have that much time. Oh well,” he said, “... it looks like we will have to rely on the Gray Man and his jamming device.”
  The Doctor disappeared back into the Tardis, he pulled out a bag with a big wrench sticking out of it and passed the bag to Rory;
    “Could you carry that? Thanks.” He picked up a small toolbox and a pair of goggles, snapping them in place.

  Amy shook her head. She had just escaped with Trisha then she looked around the room and she was certain she had not escaped, she was still quite firmly restrained. 
  She wondered had they recaptured her, had they got Trisha as well? Then her head ached she looked up it seemed that she was under some glowing chandelier device. Some how it dawned on Amy that all the things that had happened to her had only happened inside her head or inside a computer! She was still strapped down, still inside the leather body binder, still inside the leg binder and the jacket! The posture collar was still in place but at least her head was free. 
  She looked up. One of the ceiling lights flashed on and off. A hatch appeared in the wall and a small robot about three or four feet tall on a pair of tracks moved into the room it extended a telescopic tool into the ceiling the light started working again. 
  Amy screamed at the robot;
    “Let me go you garbage can on wheels!”
  Text was projected onto the wall: 
    THAT IS HIGHLY IMPOLITE, MRS POND. 
  Amy stared at the little robot;
    “So you can understand me?”
    YES, QUITE EASILY-was projected onto the wall. Amy looked at the robot;
    “Do you know what’s going on?”
  More text was projected onto the wall:
    YOU ARE IN THE MIDDLE OF A BATTLE THAT HAS GONE-ON SINCE THE DARK TIME OF THE UNIVERSE. A RACE CALLED THE GOMITE WE’RE AT WAR WITH THE IO-ANCE. 
  Amy looked-on. 
    THERE WAS A PEACE MOVEMENT, A TREATY WOULD HAVE BEEN REACHED SOON BUT ONE OF THE IO-ANCE, THEIR LEAD SCIENTIST-HIS NAME TRANSLATES AS ‘THE GRAY MAN’ DID NOT WISH FOR PEACE. HE FELT HIS PEOPLE BETRAYED HIM AND THE WEAPONS HE HAD BRED. HE USED HIS TECHNOLOGY TO DRAIN THE LIFE-ENERGY AND KNOWLEDGE OF HIS ENTIRE RACE, WIPING THEM OUT AND MAKING HIMSELF NEAR-IMMORTAL. HE WAS THE LAST OF HIS KIND. HE LAUNCHED AN ATTACK ON THE GOMITE, COMPLETELY WIPING THEM OUT EXCEPT FOR ONE HEAVILY DAMAGED SHIP. THE SENIOR SCIENTIST OF THE GOMITE DOWNLOADED PART OF HIS PERSONALITY TO THE CENTRAL MEDICAL CORE OF HIS SHIP JUST BEFORE HE DIED MAKING THE CORE A SENTIENT LIFEFORM-
  Amy looked-on, trying to take this all in...
  THE GRAY MAN TRIED TO TRACK-DOWN AND DESTROY THE LAST GOMITE SHIP BUT THE COMPUTER CORES ARE MOBILE DEVICES. THE CORE STRIPPED PARTS FROM THE OTHER TWO CORES OF THE SHIP AND UPGRADED ITSELF. WITH A FEW MAINTENANCE ROBOTS AND A GUN-BOAT THE CORE ESCAPED.
  THE GRAY MAN HAS A DESIRE TO CONTROL ALL CREATURES, BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNICAL. HE IS BUILDING A MIND-CONTROL ENGINE THAT WILL SOON ENSLAVE THIS WORLD, MAYBE FURTHER. THE GRAY MAN NORMALLY PREFERS BIO-ENGINEERED DEVICES BUT IS HAVING TO RELY ON A PRIMARILY MECHANICAL DEVICE THIS TIME AROUND.
  Amy spoke to the little robot;
    “Can I ask you some questions?”
    OH YES. The robot answered. 
    “Why are all these women restrained?” 
    THE DEVICE THAT THE GRAY MAN HAS BEEN BUILDING CONTROLS PEOPLE’S MINDS BUT ONE OF ITS KEY COMPONENTS WAS PARTIALLY DAMAGED BY THE CORE’S SERVANTS BEFORE IT COULD BE ACQUIRED. THE MACHINE CAN ONLY CONTROL THE BRAINWAVES OF WOMEN UNTIL SOMEONE REPAIRS IT. THEREFORE ALL AFFECTED OR PARTIALLY AFFECTED WOMEN THAT CAN BE FOUND ARE ROUNDED-UP BY THE GRAY MAN UNDER THE GUISE OF THE SLEEP CENTRE.
  The Scot looked at the robot;
    “Okay, I will accept that but why all the sensual stuff?”
  The robot paused for a second:
    THE GRAY MAN’S MIND-CONTROL DEVICE COULD BE DISRUPTED BY CERTAIN CHEMICAL SIGNALS-THE ONES CREATED BY WHAT YOU HAVE SEEN USED TO WORK. HE HAS ADAPTED HIS TECHNOLOGY, WE ATTEMPT TO ADAPT OUR TECHNIQUES… 
    “So let me get this right. You’re trying to get people free of The Gray Man‘s control but if you can’t? You wrap them up so they can’t endanger anyone?”  
    YES.
  Amy looked at the droid;
    “Why the little simulation?” 
  The answer was quick:
    TO TEST, TO SEE IF YOU WERE UNDER THE GRAY MAN’S INFLUENCE. 
  She pondered this;
    “One final question. Do you know where the Doctor is why, he hasn’t come for me?”
  The little droid projected another answer:
    THE DOCTOR IS USEFUL TO THE CORE’S PLANS. THE CORE CANNOT FIND THE DEVICE THAT THE GRAY MAN HAS CONSTRUCTED BUT THE GRAY MAN NEEDS SOMEONE LIKE THE DOCTOR TO FULLY REPAIR IT. HE WILL MOST LIKELY TRY TO CONVINCE THE DOCTOR HIS DEVICE HAS THE OPPOSITE EFFECT. THE DOCTOR WILL SEE IT AND WORK ON IT AS HE BELIEVES HE CANNOT GET TO YOU. TO FREE YOU WITHOUT THE GRAY MAN’S HELP A SINGLE NANITE BUG WAS IMPLANTED INSIDE THE DOCTOR’S SONIC SCREWDRIVER BY ONE OF THE ADMINISTRATORS. WHEN HE WORKS ON THE DEVICE, THE CORE WILL KNOW.
  Amy considered what she’d heard;
    “Okay,” she pleaded, “…just one more final question (God! She thought, I sound like Columbo now!) are you one of the maintenance robots that went with the core?”   
  The robot projected on the ceiling;
    NO, I AM THE CORE.
  Amy’s mouth dropped;
    “-Isn’t the core some giant robot the size of a station?”
  The core answered:
    A TARDIS’S EXTERNAL PHYSICAL APERTURE CAN BE SET TO QUITE A SMALL SIZE YET YOU KNOW WHAT POWER THEY CAN CONTAIN. CONSIDER THIS BEFORE JUDGING ME.

  As per The Gray Man’s instructions the Doctor had left the Tardis behind so the core could not track it. They had weaved through the Station and the Doctor had been directed through messages on his psychic paper with random strangers pointing in one direction or another. 
  They had climbed on a shuttle, flown around the station twice and docked somewhere else. They had even been directed through the waste processing system following a pack of vong voles. 
  The doctor looked up at the walls. He could see a creature sitting up on the wall that looked one third squid, one third crystal and one third lava lamp. It was a biologically engineered organism that was acting as a jamming device. He was fascinated;
    “Oh very clever, that’s ‘Master-Clever’, that is!” The Timelord felt an involuntary shudder, “Nah!” Then, turning around the corner there were hundreds of them stuck to the ceiling...
  They reached the end of a corridor and out of the sewer-water two imposing creatures rose. They had mouths full of fangs, eyes like spiders’, large clawed hands and their back legs were powerful. They were covered in a mixture of shell and fur, they had tails that ended in shapes like a kitchen knife basically six sharp ends, six ways to die. There was a creature that looked like a squid with an eye in the centre above the door it blinked at them and the two hound-like creatures looked at the eye then stepped aside, allowing Rory and the Doctor to proceed.
  The Doctor stepped into the next chamber. There were dozens of the hound-like creatures! As well as them, there were pods of various sizes hanging from the ceiling.   
  The Doctor looked at them, they were fascinating! They had to be growing more of the hounds. 
  The Gray Man stood in the centre of the room and the Doctor strode over, he didn’t look quite right. The man smiled;
    “I am clone 456 a simple facsimile of The Gray Man. He uses poor copy clones such as myself for middle management so to speak if you want a job doing right, do it yourself.”

                                       10

  The Doctor was lead by clone 456 deeper into the base. There were far more hounds and far more clones. Each carried a plasma cutter, an industrial device with the safety’s stripped out to allow it to become a lethal weapon. They moved out of the sewer into an abandoned waste processing plant. Two clones 455 and 453 eyed the Doctor suspiciously, they stepped out of the way allowing him to look at a complex component on the table.
  The Doctor looked like a child that had just found a shed full of chocolate;
    “I haven’t seen one of these in over a thousand years! A psycho-kinetic signal modulator and recombinator with a galactic broadcast recombination mode!”
  The device looked to Rory like a dozen lava lamps with tin cans glued to them, wrapped in about three sets of Christmas tree lights which had been slightly singed. The Doctor was hopping up and down in anticipation. All Rory could tell was that half the lights were off. The Timelord had his screwdriver out and was scanning the module. The first time he turned his screwdriver on there was a little glitch the Doctor shook it then it seemed to work fine. 
  The Doctor looked at 456;
    “Obviously this is part of the system to combat the core?” 
    “Oh yes,” the clone answered “...I will require you to fit it once it has been repaired.” 
  The Doctor pulled his goggles on. He opened the tool box and pulled a fez out. The Doctor handed the bag to Rory. Pulling-out several tools, he commenced. Rory swore one of them was a fork that had gone missing from their kitchen draw. After about twenty minutes two thirds of the lights were working. Then the Doctor received some sort of power surge that sent him half way across the room. He stood up and picked up the smouldering remains of his fez;
    “No, not again!”
  Rory tried and failed to suppress a snigger.
  The Doctor looked at 456;
    “Just a little glitch, I will have it fixed in another fifteen minutes!”-and fifteen minutes later almost every single light on the device was working. The Doctor wedged the fork into the device it came on completely. Rory reached out for the fork but the Doctor smacked his hand away.
    “Oi! That was part of a wedding present!” Snapped Rory.
    “It was a worthy sacrifice.” The Doctor assured him. Looking at the completed device, the Timelord looked-up as three more clones came into the room with scanners. 
  421 420 and 419 spoke in unison; 
    “We have triple-checked it. The device is fully operational.”
  456 lead the Doctor into the main room. The Gray Man stood there, several clones and hounds around him. 420 carried the device with him and Rory carried the tool bag;
   “I still want my fork back!” he muttered under his breath. 
  The Doctor looked at the main device. He gently eased the module into a complex cradle, ran a few tests on it then stood back. 
  Six clones turned up, checked it and nodded to The Gray Man. The device sprang to life. A shield formed around it.
  The Doctor had a confused look on his face. He turned to The Gray Man;
    “I must admit that is the most complex way I have ever seen to broadcast a jamming signal.”
  The Gray Man nodded with pride;
    “It has taken me a long time to integrate biological and mechanical components to create it.”
  The Doctor looked at him;
    “I am starting to see how I have been played. Very good, this is the device that is causing these problems not a solution to them.”
  The Gray Man smiled;
    “Please do tell why you believe this?” 
  Rory felt a pain at the back of his mind. The Gray Man smiled;
    “Oh, enough with the pretence! In ten hours everyone on this planet will obey me. In a few days most of this quadrant, a week this galaxy! I merely need to hook up to a universal transmitter and a few months and the universe shall bend at the knee to my will. I do not need you Doctor.” 
  Rory looked at him;
    “Couldn’t you have figured out it was a double cross before you fixed it?”
  The Doctor shrugged as several doors to the chamber opened. The Gray Man’s Hounds and clones piled in carrying plasma cutters. The Gray Man looked at the Doctor;
    “Any last words?”
  The Doctor looked at The Gray Man;
  “I give you one final warning. Shut your device down, pack up and leave before it’s too late.”
  The Gray Man shook his head;
    “I will scatter your molecules across this room.”
  A section of one wall of the room collapsed, landing on a few of The Gray Man’s hounds. The Doctor grabbed Rory and dived under a table. The Core’s servants piled through the wall;
    “I AM ADMINISTRATOR SEVEN. SURRENDER!”
  Administrator Seven, a half dozen of the nurse androids and about fifty of the scorpion robots piled into the room. The Gray Man pulled a plasma pistol from his jacket. The Administrator’s voice rang out;
    “ENEMY BIOLOGICAL AND UN - UNAUTHORISED CLONES DETECTED LETHAL FORCE AUTHORISED.”
  All hell broke loose! The Gray Man snapped his fingers and hundreds of air borne creatures dropped from the ceiling onto the robots. The scorpion ‘bots tore through the giant bats and went straight for the hounds. The hounds were fierce but died quickly. Doors opened and more hounds piled in, easily replacing the losses. The clones targeted the androids. 
  The android’s shields blocked the plasma cutters and when the androids closed in on the clones they pulled them apart like wet cardboard. The clones had the advantage of numbers and a dozen of them focusing on one android could bring her shield down and damage her but still the androids regenerated quickly. 
  The Gray Man aimed with his pistol at the administrator, blowing one of her arms off. She whipped around and her tail caught him and spun him into the air. He landed against a wall. Standing up on the wall, his shoes clung to the surface he stood there with ease and fired back. 
  The scorpions were beginning to be torn apart by the hounds. The bats were thinning, mostly shot by the clones aiming for the androids. A bat landed next to Rory but he pulled a wrench out of the tool bag and hit it before the be-fanged monstrosity could get near him. 

  The Administrator, missing two arms called retreat. She scooped up a fallen android and headed for the hole in the wall. Rory picked up a plasma cutter and incinerated three of the hounds whilst The Doctor ran behind him. Two more of the androids had fallen and two further units were heavily damaged the one remaining, intact android grabbed her two fallen comrades and headed for the exit. 

The Administrator, number seven, three functioning androids, the Doctor and Rory piled down a long corridor. There was a goods lift & the lot of them piled into it. 
  The Doctor looked at the Administrator;
    “Okay, spill the beans-what’s going on?”
    “WE ARE HEADING BACK TO THE SLEEP CENTRE. THE CORE IS SUMMONING MORE UNITS FROM THE SURFACE. THEY WILL BE WITH US SOON. AT THIS TIME THE GRAY MAN IS TRYING TO TARGET THE SECTION OF THE SPACE STATION WE OCUPY WITH AN ORBITAL WEAPONS PLATFORM. THE CORE IS CURRENTLY OCUPIED JAMMING HIM. THE GRAY MAN IS SUMMONING ALL HIS FORCES TO PROTECT THE DEVICE WE MUST SUCCEED IN TWO HOURS OR THE GRAY MAN WILL CONROL EVERY ORGANIC LIFEFORM ON THIS PLANET.

  Rory looked about the lift. The dammed androids were regenerating! Of the three androids that were deactivated one of them reactivated while he looked on. The holes in its sides began to fill in & it stood back up. The Administrator that had lost two arms showed signs they seemed to be re-growing. 
  Rory looked at an android on the floor. It had taken a bad shot to the head. One of the eyes started glowing again then the second flickered the android sat up and her artificial hair started to re-grow. The synthetic skin over her frame began to repair itself. By the time the lift stopped the third deactivated android reactivated herself.

  The door to the sleep centre opened. The Doctor and Rory followed the androids in and it shut behind them. The Doctor was met by Amy. She wore a patients’ smock that barely covered anything. 
  She ran up and hugged Rory then turned and hugged The Doctor;
    “You took your time!” 
  Administrator One glided over she faced The Doctor;
    “IT IS REGRETABLE YOU WERE ABLE TO REPAIR THE MODULE. THE DEVICE WILL BE FULLY CHARGED IN A FEW HOURS TIME. IN TWENTY MINUTES, FOUR SHUTTLES OF ADDITONAL FORCES WILL ARRIVE FROM THE SURFACE. THE GRAY MAN HAS IN EXCESS OF 400 CLONES ON THIS STATION ACORDING TO OUR READINGS.” The Administrator viewed the Timelord, “THE CORE HAS FORMULATED A STRATERGY. ELEVEN ADMINISTRATORS WILL LEAD TEAMS OF ANDROIDS AND SENTRY DROIDS TO ATTACK THE GRAY MAN’S POSITION FROM DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS. HE WILL HAVE TO SPLIT HIS FORCES. THE TARDIS CAN TRANSPORT BEHIND HIS LINES-YOU CAN THEN DESTROY THE BROADCASTING DEVICE.”
     “I don’t have a better idea...” The Doctor nodded.
  Amy looked at Nurse Ratchet;
    “Okay, I want a proper dress, a pair of shoes and something to eat!”
  The android looked at her;
    “I CAN COMPLY.”
  A hatch appeared in the ceiling suddenly but Amy recognised the dress in the android’s hands...
  Amy tried to struggle but the android pinned her arms tight behind her, back elbows touching. The rubber constriction was pulled down, swallowing her whole!
  The tight rubber nurse’s uniform was wrapped around Amy this time for real! She found she could hardly breathe! She was panting. Her stomach was pulled-in she looked a little like one of the androids, the dress giving her curves she had not previously possessed!
  Her breasts bounced up and down as she tried to struggle out of the uniform but it had been pulled over her, her arms were pinned to her back inside the dress! Struggling was futile, the android reached out;
    “I HAVE SOME REPLACEMENT FOOTWARE FOR YOU.”
  The android nurse had a copy of Amy’s perilously high kissogram heels, however these ones looked higher, maybe an inch and the straps had little padlocks on them!   
  Amy tried to get away but soon she was trapped, wobbling in the heels. The nurse pulled down the top of her dress;
    “TIME TO GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO EAT…”
   Amy tried to back away. 

  The Doctor had a surprised look as the practically armless, wobbling Amy tottered into the Tardis. She appeared to have milk smeared over her lips. The padlocks on her ankles jangled and she turned to The Doctor;
    “YOU ARE NOT LEAVING ME HERE-END OF DISCUSSION!” 
  The Doctor received the okay as The Core’s forces were in place. All through the lower levels of the station a war erupted, androids ripping into clones. 
  Clones shot at androids, The Gray Man’s hounds chewed the scorpion robots and so on. The Tardis materialised in a store-room next to the device and Rory got out, plasma cutter in hand, a single shot and a hound disintegrated.
  The Doctor was about to shut the Tardis door when Amy shouldered it open;
    “There is no way you are leaving me behind!”

                                     11

The device looked like a planetarium solar model combined with the stock from a light bulb shop wrapped in a pack of octopuses. 
  It was the size of a van and covered in a protective green shield but The Doctor twirled his sonic screwdriver. 
  Absolutely nothing happened. The Doctor adjusted his sonic screwdriver, aimed again still nothing. He ran over to a control panel and started throwing switches in a precise order, he tugged on his bow-tie and stood back. He checked his watch then looked at the machine he asked it;
    “Why haven’t you just exploded?”
  Amy stood there and shouted encouragement at The Doctor;
    “Bloody well hurry up-you scarecrow!” She struggled against the tight rubber dress but it remained just as solid. Her arms were firmly welded to her back, her elbows touching.
  The Doctor looked at the device, he fiddled with his sonic screwdriver again. Absolutely nothing happened. Two of the grey man’s hounds dropped to the floor of the chamber, the massive toothed creatures hissed at The Doctor and Amy and began to approach them. 
  One of the hounds leapt at Amy, its claws and fangs at the ready. It exploded into a ball of smouldering fur in mid air. Rory had gotten into the room another way. He had the plasma cutter in his hands, the second creature turned but before it could leap it exploded too.
  The Doctor gestured to Rory to throw him the plasma cutter. Rory complied with a puzzled look on his face. The Doctor set the plasma cutter up to the maximum setting and aimed it at the shield on full burst. Rory put his hand up;
    “Why don’t you just pull the plug back here?”
  The Doctor’s face was intent with concentration. He ignored Rory. Rory shrugged his shoulders walked over and pulled the plug. 
  The device shook, slowed down and stopped then it shuddered and turned to dust. All that was left was metallic powder and one bent fork. 
  The Doctor growled at Rory with an annoyed look on his face but then Amy came over and kissed him. Someone walked into the room behind them. It was The Gray Man...
  The Gray Man looked incredibly displeased;
    “That was one of a kind! It literally took me two thousand years to get the components to build it-admittedly it would have taken me less time if I was not fighting the core every step of the way but the gloves come off now!”
  He seemed to grow, his clothes tore to rags. His hands blurred, thumbs sprouted on the opposite ends of his hands, his forearms seemed to shimmer and split. 
  He had four hands from doubled-up elbow joint! From his knuckles, long spikes emerged. His legs bent in the opposite direction and from the tips of his feet long curved claws extended. 
  Rory thought that they looked exactly like the claws on the Velociraptor in Jurassic park...
  Four long bony tendrils ending in three pronged hands shot out of The Gray Man’s back. They gripped the ceiling, suspending his body below it. 
  He smiled and his jaw split at the bottom in two sections like mandibles. Fangs could be seen on each half of his bottom jaw. Inside his jaw was another jaw with short sharp fangs that extended six inches. From inside this came a tongue which ended in a barbed starfish pattern. 
  His eyes glowed amber and from the back of his head two foot tendrils extended, forming a living sea like dread locks. A long bony tail extended from the base of his spine and it was tipped with a harpoon-like spike on the end. 

  Rory looked at The Doctor;
    “Run?” 
  He nodded and they headed for the door, it rolled open. There was a little robot about three feet high on a set of tracks. The Doctor looked at the little robot;
    “You’re The Core aren’t you?” 
  A light beeped on. The Doctor grabbed Rory and Amy and dived to one side. The Gray Man screamed, his tail glowed red and a blast of energy streaked for The Core. A green shield sprang up around it. 
  The blast was absorbed and another of white energy was emitted from the little robot. The Gray Man was knocked down from the ceiling bounced against a bulkhead but stood back up. 
  His jaws glowed red and a stream of super heated plasma was spat across the room but The Core’s shield held against the fiery onslaught. Two more blasts of energy were returned, The Gray Man ducked to one side. 
  The palms of his hands split open revelling nozzles. Jets of green acid spat forth, they scorched the deck plating but did nothing to the shield around The Core. The Gray Man extended his hands, The knuckle spike exploded with pneumatic force and homed-in on The Core. 
  One second it was there the next it had transported to one side, the spikes imbedded in the floor. The Core returned fire and The Gray Man screamed as his right hand exploded in a shower of sparks! A second shot hit his tail blasting it in half and a third shot hit him in one of the back tendrils, cutting it in half. The Grey Man hit a button on the side of his belt and a gray vortex appeared. He dived through it, the vortex closed behind him.
  The Doctor turned to Rory;
    “Rory I can’t believe that you actually saved the day!” 
  Rory Williams shrugged;
    “I’m as surprised as you are...”
    “And I’m also very proud of you. Now get me out of this thing!” Amy bellowed.
    “-Eventually, Mrs Williams,” Rory continued as Amy rubbed her rubber-covered bottom up against him “...I guess eventually could be quite soon!” He spluttered.

  Trisha and the other affected women were freed from The Gray Man’s mind-control. They were released back to their lives, jobs and families. The Doctor and Amy said goodbye to Keisha and Trisha. 
  Trisha kissed Amy on the cheek-she blushed.

  A little while later Amy was running around the Tardis trying to catch up to The Doctor or Rory to kick them in the shins. They were easily keeping away from her;    
    “This is not funny! My nose itches, let me out of this thing!”
  An android nurse approached the Tardis, she knocked on the door she was carrying a large bag. Rory stepped forwards. 
    “I AM NURSE RATCHET. THANK YOU MR WILLIAMS FOR YOUR ASSISTANCE AS PER YOU DISCUSSED WITH ADMINISTRAITOR TEN. HERE ARE SEVERAL CUSTOM-MADE RESTRAINTS FOR YOUR PATIENT, BUILT TO YOUR SPECIFICATION. THEY SHOULD BE SUITABLE TO THOROUGHLY DISIPLINE HER. I WOULD RECOMMEND THE BUTTERFLY PUMP GAG AND THE ISOLATION HOOD WITH INTEGRATED POSTURE COLLAR IMEDIATELY FOR THAT ONE. IT IS A PLEASURE DEALING WITH ANOTHER MEDICAL PROFESIONAL.”

  Amy was suddenly running around the Tardis trying to get away from The Doctor and Rory!
  The Doctor had the gag in his hands and Rory had the hood. 
    “DON’T YOU DARE!” she screamed at the pair of them. The Doctor looked at Rory;
    “This could be the first quiet night you have ever had!” 
  Rory nodded.