Sliver of a Nightmare
by Piper
mc; bf; inc
This was a request for a fanfic based on the Doctor Who Nightmare in Silver episode. For fans of Doctor Who, I apologize if I get anything wrong canonically, but this is the only episode I have watched. This fanfic starts and ends with the dialogue from the episode to give the readers context. An unknown amount of time passed between Angie's kidnapping by a Cyberman and the Doctor's appearance in its lair. I imagined what could have happened in that interval. I wish I could have worked Clara and even the Doctor into this, but I wanted to fit everything into the existing timeline of the episode.
Angie Maitland kicked and punched the Cyberman who currently had her slung over its shoulder in a fireman's hold. Her attacks made no impression on the Cyberman's metallic body and it gave no indication that it had even noticed. Angie had lost track of where the Cyberman had taken her, for it moved at speeds that left her nauseous. After several minutes, the Cyberman slowed, and choking her lunch back down, Angie shouted, “Put me down! I hate you!”
To her complete surprise, the Cyberman complied, leaning forward to deposit Angie on the floor in front of it. Caught off guard, Angie said nothing. Instead, she spun around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a dimly lit room she did not recognize, but there were two things she did: Webley, the owner of this ill-fated theme park, and her brother, Artie!
“Artie?” Angie called. The young boy kept staring vacantly at the floor. She raised her voice, panicking, “Artie, what's happening?”
Artie Maitland slowly looked up at his sister. It was then Angie noticed the strange device attached to the side of his head, a less sophisticated version of the circuitry which seemed to be growing on Webley's face. Dispassionately, and without recognition, Artie told his sister, “Please stand by... you will be upgraded.”
Angie started screaming. Webley, who seemed to be taken over by the implants just like her brother, held a finger to his lips. In response, the Cyberman standing behind Angie lurched forward. It clapped a metal hand over her mouth and wrapped its free arm around her, pinning her arms to her sides. Angie tried to struggle, but the Cyberman was as immovable as a statue.
Artie watched this without interest while the Cybermites controlling him analyzed the girl. Artie held his hand out next to his sister's head. Five Cybermites swarmed out from under his coat sleeve and made the short jump to Angie's skin. She squirmed in the Cyberman's grip as the robotic insects crawled along her face. Two remained on her left temple while the others crawled down her neck and disappeared within the folds of her clothes. The first two twisted around each other, connecting into a larger unit which no longer appeared bug-like. The device, which matched the one on the side of Artie's head, dug its former legs into Angie's scalp, securing itself by her left eye. When the device punctured her skin, Angie felt an odd tickling sensation in the back of her mind. Distracted by the strange feeling, Angie stopped trying to scream. Artie spoke again, and this time Angie heard an echo in her own mind, “Upgrade initiated.”
The Cyberman removed its hand from Angie's mouth, but kept a tight grip around her torso. Taking a deep breath Angie gasped at her brother, “Artie, what did you do?”
Webley, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. He spoke more smoothly, perhaps because more circuitry had been integrated with him. He told Angie, “You will be upgraded. The Cybermen need human parts, especially children, who have so much more potential than adults.”
Angie ignored the man and appealed to her brother once more. “Artie, come on. We have to get out of here.”
Artie had been staring at his sister while the device on the side of his head continued to flash. Slowly he spoke, although not directly to her. “Scans indicate both humans are capable of reproduction.”
“What are you-AHH!” Angie broke off with a shriek. One of the Cybermites that had crawled into her clothes had just worked its way under the elastic band of her panties.
Artie continued as if she had not spoken. “The Cybermen need more humans. These humans will procreate.”
“I- Artie- we're related!” Angie yelled at her brother, who remained devoid of any emotion. She struggled harder against the Cyberman holding her, but she may as well have been encased in stone.
“This incestuous pairing will not result in significant genetic deficiencies,” Artie said calmly. “Resulting humans will still be of use to the Cybermen.”
Angie was about to scream again when she was hit hard in the head. At least that was what it felt like. Shaking her head, which did nothing, for the pain was already gone, Angie realized the “hit” had come from the device attached to her face. It was not physical, but it left her mind much foggier than it had been. The odd tickling in her head had been replaced by an erratic thumping, which kept breaking up her thoughts. Angie tried to speak, but she could only get half a sentence out before a pulse would go through her mind and she forgot both what she had been saying and what she had intended to say. A shiny man, who Angie briefly recognized and feared, but quickly forgot, carried her to a bare table and set her down. Then it left the room with an old man who had bits of metal on his face. Angie started to sit up, having the brief idea that she should leave, but another ripple went through her thoughts and she could not remember why she should leave. Placidly, Angie laid back down on the table and stared up at the ceiling.
She felt a tug. Angie lifted her head and looked down at her legs. A familiar-looking boy had unbuttoned her jeans and was currently pulling them down to her ankles. Her panties followed before Angie could decide whether or not this was supposed to be happening. Every time she thought she remembered the boy, or realized her pants should still be on, a new pulse disrupted her thoughts and calmed her down.
Once Angie was bottomless, the boy looked at Angie blankly and said, “Lubrication will facilitate the insemination process.”
This meant nothing to Angie, who had just experienced a fresh thought-disrupting wave in her head. Looking down, though, she saw a silver bug crawling from her navel towards her pussy. It quickly reached the top of her slit and latched onto her clit like a lamprey. Angie suddenly felt her pussy tingling with pleasure as the Cybermite started vibrating and massaging the little piece of flesh. Between the disruption of her thoughts and the stimulation on her clit, Angie began to lose track of what was happening around her. She felt good. Her thoughts were only an annoying distraction from the pleasure. All she wanted was for the Cybermite to keep tending to her. Instinctively, she bucked her hips a little.
The boy had climbed on to the table with Angie and was kneeling in front of her. He still had his jeans on, but they were unzipped, allowing his stiffening cock to grow freely. Even through the haze of pleasure, Angie was briefly worried about what was about to happen. Then, another pulse swept through her mind, washing away her fear. The Cybermite on her pussy seemed to be working more frantically, and Angie felt a sudden spike of ecstasy accompanied by a feeling of wetness around her pussy. Angie lost track of her surroundings for a few moments, floating on the lingering sensations of her orgasm. Slowly, Angie became aware of the boy aligning his cock with her pussy, but she no longer knew, or cared, if this was good or bad.
The boy pushed his cock slowly into Angie's pussy. He forced himself inside her relentlessly, little more than a machine executing a task. A stab of pain briefly registered when he broke through some barrier inside of her, but Angie barely noticed it between the Cybermites' encroachment on her thoughts and the ecstacy generated by the one stimulating her clit. Having broken through the obstruction, the boy began pounding into her rhythmically. The small part of Angie's mind still free of Cybermite control was quickly overwhelmed by the combined sensations of the boy's cock and the Cybermite on her clit. The boy increased speed and Angie found it more difficult than ever to resist the Cybermite siege on her mind. Finally, the boy came, filling her with spurts of hot liquid. Angie moaned with him, giving herself up to her orgasm and the Cybermites invading her thoughts.
“The insemination process was successful,” the boy noted.
“Yes,” Angie vocalized the Cybermite communication running through her mind, as the boy was doing. “Conception can be confirmed soon.”
Slowly, the boy withdrew his cock. They both groaned softly as the sensation briefly fanned the flames of their fading orgasm. Most of the willpower Angie clung to had been wiped out by her climax and she found it so easy to accept the commands of the Cybermite device attached to her head. So, along with the boy, she began to re-dress at the Cybermites' direction. The Cybermites did not have an inclination for modesty, but they were unsure of the amount of clothing necessary for human survival, at least before their conversion into Cybermen.
Webley had returned by the time the children had finished dressing. Angie knew from the Cybermite communications running through her thoughts that he had finished securing all entrances to this place. This would allow the upgrades to proceed unimpeded. Angie moved to stand next to the boy, patiently waiting for her upgrade to be completed. The spark of resistance she had sustained was almost extinguished.
There was a flash of light and the Doctor appeared in the room. Angie and Artie did not react to his sudden appearance. The Cybermites were rerouting their neural pathways, making everything they experienced seem vague and distant. Dimly, Angie realized her life and the boy's depended on the man who had just materialized. With her last bit of willpower, she called, “Doctor... help us.”
“Angie! Artie!” The Doctor saw the siblings staring vacantly and realized the Cybermites were attempting to convert them. He ran to the children, intending to free them from the Cybermite's control. He did not realize so much damage had already been done.