Author's Note: A woman's rage and domestic violence. Sorry...
x Chapter 8
Lucy stood and walked over to the bed, naked in all her glory. Her long and wavy blonde hair cascading down over her breasts like some kind of greek Godess, her eyes were full of a woman's jealous rage.
"You never told me that you were going to do this!" Lucy shouted at the Master, completely forgetting how scared she was of him earlier and letting her anger rise.
The Master stopped kissing and fondling the Doctor and sat up to glare at his human wife. He might have just ignored Lucy but he wanted to have the Doctor in every position he could think of and he wanted no distractions, especially from some lower life form. He just wanted hours of blissful sex with the Doctor, to try and make a dent in the eight hundred years worth of sexual frustration. Eight hundred years of waiting for the Doctor to fall into his hands with no escape. He hates waiting. He's not going to wait anymore.
"Maybe I should just kick them all out and lock myself and the Doctor in this room," the Master thought to himself, slightly irritated but rapidly getting more and more so.
"And since when do I need to tell you anything, you stupid ape?" the Master stated coldly, all of his feigned love for Lucy was gone from his character.
He wasn't playing Harold Saxon anymore. He was the Master and he wasn't going to keep pretending to be some stupid human when he didn't need to. He was a Time Lord and he was the Master of all and everything was his. He finally had his Doctor and he was well on his way to claiming the rest of the Universe for himself with the Doctor by his side, whether she liked it or not.
Lucy stared at him open mouthed, her big blue eyes glazing over with wet tears. "Since you married me!" Lucy shrieked, the tears started falling from her eyes. "And why would you think I'd be okay with you having another woman? The Doctor as a man was one thing but a woman is completely different! And how dare you call me a stupid ape!" Lucy said, her voice growing more and more shrill in her rant. "I'm your wife!" she sobbed.
"'Wife', indeed," the Master thought sarcastically. He was getting rather sick of listening to this animal's whining.
The Master gave Lucy his coldest and most condescending look, anger welling up slowly but surely.
"Lucy, don't...," the Doctor started to say after seeing the Master's anger begin to grow. The Doctor wanted to warn Lucy to stop pushing him before she made the Master angry enough to stop what he was doing with the Doctor and gave Lucy his full attention, but she wasn't listening. Why does no one ever listen?
"You wouldn't have gotten anywhere without my help and my family's money and connections!" Lucy continued to yell, her rant now in full swing. "I am your wife! Not him...her...not that...that THING!"
Fury rose inside the Master like a snake. The Master's eyes threatening Lucy's very existance. His most terrifying glare, the kind of glare the Doctor had seen the Master give only to those he intended to kill or those he thought were thoroughly beneath him and didn't deserve to live, which was just about everyone but Lucy seemed unfazed for some awfully oblivious reason.
Jack was wincing in his corner, waiting for the inevitable fury of the Master to lash out. There was none of the Master's deceptive and ever present charm left in his demeanor, which was a very scary thing now that Jack was witnessing it himself for the first time.
"Hopefully this won't end with another corpse," Jack thought, remembering the disgustingly smug grin the Master wore when he had his spheres kill the U.S. President. That grin was almost heavenly and benevolent compared to what was fixed on Lucy Saxon right now.
"'that THING'?" the Master asked quietly but viciously. How dare she call a Time Lord a "thing".
The Master hated loud and annoying humans, especially when they insulted the more highly evolved and supreme beings that were far above them. Beings like the Time Lords that he and the Doctor were. And Lucy was being far too loud and very annoying and insulting. She didn't know her place. He didn't care about what she was saying otherwise. She was just a human who had served her purpose. What he cared about was that she was keeping him from the plans he had for the Doctor. And she was angering the drums. They were so loud he wanted nothing more than to appease them and the best way to do that, was to silence the ape and get back to screwing the Doctor.
The Master got up off the bed, insane fury in his eyes.
Lucy stopped with a slight intake of breath. Finally realizing her mistake, she took a step back. The look on the Master's face chilled her to the bone and very quickly stifled her anger.
"Don't!" the Doctor pleaded.
"I'm sorry...," Lucy whispered slowly with a terrified and teary look in her eyes. She gulped and took another step back. "You said you loved me...'for better or for worse'," she mumbled.
"Master, please don't hurt her!" the Doctor begged but she went unheard.
"You said you loved me...," Lucy whispered again, more tears rolling down her cheeks.
The Master stepped forward looking scary and stony faced. He radiated evil anger, like some sort of demon. Intimidating even while completely naked. Still covered in blood with his jaw set and in a blind fury he grabbed Lucy by the hair and punched her in the face so hard you heard bone crack. He threw her away onto the floor like she was a bit of rancid meat, a look of disgust on his face. She didn't get up. She didn't move.
"I lied," the Master said and stood there for a moment, watching Lucy's still form and shaking the sting out of the hand he just hit her with. "Nuisance...," the Master muttered.
"What have you done?" the Doctor demanded loudly. She couldn't see Lucy over the edge of the bed. The Master grinned but didn't answer her, so she looked to Jack who could see Lucy.
Jack saw the Doctor look and nodded to her. Trying to say that "Yes, she's still alive."
And she was, Lucy was still breathing but she was out cold and probably would be for a while. Who knows what else she may have hurt on the way down?
The Doctor got the message and sighed with a slight relief.
The Master didn't care. He just left Lucy there and crawled back onto the messy, gory bed. He smiled broadly at the Doctor. He fought to spread her thighs open as the Doctor used all of her new leg muscles to keep them together.
The Doctor kept muttering, "no no no no no! Please no! oh no no no," to the Master rapidly and breathily.
The Master laughed and bit her knee savagely. The Doctor was startled by the sudden pain and the Master took the opportunity to wrench her legs apart and he buried his face in her fuzzy warmth, giggling like an excited child.
"Oh! No!" the Doctor breathed, almost inaudibly shrill.
He started moving his tongue against and into the Doctor's new lady parts, savoring the taste. He ran his tongue over the Doctor's new oversensitive nub and then ran it down and into the Doctor's warm tightness, wetting it and getting it ready for him. He licked at the Doctor's hymen and moaned with excitement, thinking about the look the Doctor's going to have on her beautiful new face when he tears his way in.
The vibration from the Master's moan against her made her nerves burn alive and warm, giving a poorly stifled moan of her own.
All the Doctor seemed to be able to do was gasp and twitch. She kept biting her lower lip, muffling her sounds. She wanted to fight and get this monster away from her but the sensations were all so new, she couldn't help but feel it. She shrieked when the Master bit down on her clitorus, the pain and pleasure of it so intense.
She was ashamed that she was enjoying it on those nasty bloody sheets. While poor Lucy was left on the cold floor, hurt with a broken face and possible brain damage and Jack was still watching, intent but confused by everything that was happening. But the Doctor just couldn't seem to care, no matter how hard she tried.
The Doctor's body felt so warm, overflowing with heat. She couldn't believe what she was feeling.
Did women always feel this good?
TBC
