x Chapter 9
Poor Lucy Saxon was still lying unconscious and neglected on the floor.
Jack was still watching, wide-eyed with a mixture of disgust at what the Master was doing, anger that the Master seemed to think he could get away with it and a perverse interest in anything that had to do with his beloved Doctor.
The Doctor hated how the Master was making her feel. The sensations were so different than how she had felt as a man. The feeling was so intriguing, her mind automatically analyzing every touch. She hated herself for finding it all so pleasurable and enjoyable but she couldn't stop herself. She wanted this all to end but also wanted it not to. The thought of being in bed with the Master, of all people, was nauseating enough without the feeling of guilt. She was basically being raped by her worst enemy but enjoying it at the same time.
She would probably enjoy this even more if it were being done lovingly by someone else. Someone she could trust, like Jack for instance, she wouldn't mind Jack.
She blinked and mentally smacked herself for thinking that. Jack? What the hell was she thinking? But then the Master started licking his way up the Doctor's body and those thoughts were quickly pushed away.
"Master, please stop...," the Doctor moaned and tried to hold back another, holding her breath.
The Master just smiled and forced his fingers slowly inside the Doctor's wetness and made her breathe sharply and shallowly. The Master licked at the delicate curves of her breast then bit her hard nipple. A poorly stifled moan escaped her mouth and the Doctor could feel the Master grin against her skin and heard him giggle lightly, while he sucked at her breast. His mouth over her hard nipple, biting and sucking.
The Doctor was still trying to keep her mouth firmly closed, her teeth biting her lips shut. Little moans still hummed through her nose.
The Master was working his fingers back and forth, enjoying the feel of her, all the while his tongue working at her nipples, licking and nipping and sucking them each in turn. The Master was enjoying himself immensely.
Not only was he finally screwing the Doctor after over eight hundred years, she had no way of escaping and he was going to be doing her quite often while ruling over the Doctor's precious Earth and her little human pets. And what better way to ensure pregnancy and a new generation of Time Lords than by having near constant sex?
Sure, he'll take breaks to eat, sleep and rule the Earth and maybe torture the freak a little and maybe he would let the Doctor get some rest as well, but he planned to be inside her as often as was physically possible. Just thinking about that made the Master overly excited and unbearably hard.
One hand rubbed at his painfully hard member, the other worked its way deeper and deeper inside the Doctor, scissoring the tightness open. His patience having worn thin and panting heavily, the Master sat up, removed his fingers and spread the Doctor's thighs apart and moved to position himself at the Doctor's virginity. He smiled with genuine happiness, his length pulsing with anticipation, his hearts swelling with infatuation for the deity in front of him.
"No! No no no no no no," the Doctor pleaded. "No no, please don't! I'm begging you, Master!"
"I love it when you use my name," the Master said and pushed himself against the Doctor's entrance.
The Doctor sucked in a breath as the Master slowly breached her and she gave a small whimper when his head slipped inside, pulling the virgin skin painfully tight.
The Doctor's whimper only made the Master even more excited and impatient. His pupils blown with arousal, eyes shining with lust, the Master didn't care that he was possibly too excited and he hastily pushed himself in further.
The Doctor breathed in sharply, gritting her teeth when she felt the skin start to tear.
The Master's impatience winning out over tenderness, he roughly shoved himself the rest of the way in.
The skin tore fast and painfully. Blood started to flow and the Doctor howled from the sharp sting and throb.
"AAH! Fuck that hurts! You bloody son of bitch! That fucking hurts A LOT, you bloody BASTARD!" the Doctor screamed and started kicking the Master in the ribs and fighting against the handcuffs.
Jack was startled by the Doctor's curses. He was surprised by the Doctor's change in demeanor as a woman. The Doctor never used that kind of language before, ever. No matter what he was doing or how much pain he was in…she was in. Jack was confused by the pronouns.
The Master took a hold of her knees and held them up and wide to gain control of her kicking legs as she spit out a few more curses, some in Gallifreyan. The Master chuckled as he pulled out slowly and then back in moving almost gently and steadily, feeling her from the inside. The Doctor's blood flowed and slicked his movements up even more. The Master was moving in and out, slowly and gently, enjoying every twitch of the Doctor's muscles.
"Oh, my Theta Sigma," the Master moaned, picking up his pace little by little. He was relishing the friction of the Doctor's warm, wet tightness.
"Stop calling me that, dammit!" the Doctor yelled as she freed one leg and kicked the Master in the side of the head.
The Master faltered slightly, then looked at the Doctor with a terrifying and frustrated fury.
TBC