Martha Jones strolled out of the police box, her TARDIS key around her neck like a necklace. But her necklace was more than just a key.
The TARDIS key around her neck allowed Martha Jones to blend in, unnoticed. Covering her in a perception filter, it should prove very useful for what Martha had in store for a certain blonde.
Wearing dark blue jeans, an unzipped red leather jacket and her jet black hair flowing down her shoulders, Martha looked around until she found who she was looking for. Rose Tyler.
It was shortly after the Master had been killed. The Doctor had allowed Martha one trip in the TARDIS as requested, fully trusting her. But if he had known what she was going to do, he never would have granted her request. Her year exploring the Earth in defiance of the Master had given Martha a lot of time to reflect. During her travels with the Doctor, his constant mention of his previous companion, Rose Tyler, had bothered Martha to no end. She was just as good; why could he not stop talking about Rose?
The jealously had festered in Martha like a poison, until all she knew was that she had to get some measure of revenge. That's why she was currently on the hunt for Rose Tyler, in a time before she became trapped in a parallel world.
Having done her research, Martha knew that Rose would be all alone in her flat, without her mother, Mickey, the Doctor to spoil her plans.
Martha knocked on Rose's flat door. The blonde woman answered, but found herself disorientated as she tried to see who it was. This was the effect of the perception filter. Martha took this opportunity to slip past, shutting and locking the door.
"Hello?" Rose asked timidly, clearly unsure of what was going on. And that's when Martha took her chance.
Martha rushed forward, pulling Rose down until her face slotted against her cleavage. She pushed Rose into the wall, smothering her against her tits. The blonde struggled, rubbing her face from side-to-side. But with her attention forced away from whoever was squashing her, she couldn't do much to resist.
"MMMFFFMMPPPP," Rose muffled into Martha's bosom. A vengeful smile across her face, Martha carefully squatted down, ensuring that Rose slid down with her.
Martha grinned down at the gasping and bewildered Rose Tyler. This had been her plan all along. With the perception filter, Rose would be constantly forced to look away from her attacker, and therefore be powerless to stop her. This way Martha could avoid being overpowered, considering she wasn't the biggest or most powerful.
A grin across her face, Martha pushed Rose to lie down on the floor before taking a seat on her face, the fabric of the jeans covering the blonde's features. Unable to properly look at whoever was now using her face as a butt cushion, Rose was none the wiser as to what was going on, assuming that an alien looking for the Doctor was using some type of freaky technology to punish her into revealing his location.
Rose mumbled a protest into Martha's plump butt. The protest turned into a scream as Martha shifted her legs until they were resting across Rose's body, meaning that her ass was sat fullweight on the face of Rose Tyler. Now Martha could enjoy punishing the woman who had captured the Doctor's attention even after she was gone, knowing that nothing was going to stop her from carrying out her revenge.
What does Martha do next?
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