"Stick with me, Yaz. Because I control… everything."
Yaz's heart skipped a beat. The cute, timid spy she was sure had been crushing on her had turned out to be something very different; something much darker. The Master grinned at her. She could hear the Doctor, Ryan and Graham in the background but indistinctly, like she was underwater. All her attention was caught by the hypnotic presence of the Master in front of her.
The plane shuddered and she stumbled forwards, losing her footing. The Master caught her, his arm wrapping tightly around her small waist. He grinned. There was a flash of light and the Master and Yaz were both gone, leaving the crashing plane and her friends behind.
"Doctor!" Yaz shouted, coming back to her senses. The Master dropped her to the floor and she realised they'd teleported somewhere completely different. Dark red lighting hid his face in shadows as his eyes washed over the young Muslim girl. He crouched and reached out, twirling a few strands of her dark hair around his finger.
"We can't leave them there," she protested weakly. He stroked her cheek with the back of her hand, "and yet we have." His thumb brushed over her lips and she closed her eyes for a second, lost in the sensation. Then she caught herself. Yaz shoved the Master away and he laughed cruelly.
"Save them!" She demanded. "What will you do for me if I do?" He teased. She didn't answer. His eyes lingered on her curves, enjoying the way her clothing fit her slim body. The shiny black jacket contrasted with the thin white top, and the form-fitting black pants. "This is my Tardis," he whispered, "you have all the time in the world to persuade me…"
Then he kissed her. Yaz's eyes widened as she realised what he wanted. His hands were already running up and down her back. She made a muffled noise of protest as he kissed her harder, rougher. Then she couldn't help it, she melted into the embrace. He grinned, kissing down her neck, making her moan softly. One hand slid down to rest on her ass, squeezing lightly. The other unbuttoned her jacket and tugged it off her. "I told you," he teased as he nibbled on her neck, tasting her beautiful brown skin. "I control everything. Even you."
Yaz felt her nipples harden as he moved his hand from her ass to the front of her pants, sliding it inside to cup her pussy over her underwear. "Fuck," she muttered, unable to help herself. She couldn't believe what was happening.
He chuckled, enjoying the way she was reacting. He wanted to see how far he could push her. So he slipped his hand further inside her pants, touching her bare pussy lips. Yaz gasped, biting her lip as she felt him stroke her slit. "Master…" she whispered. He kissed her harder, darting his tongue into her mouth. She responded eagerly, kissing him back as he began to rub her clit.
He slid a finger inside her, feeling her tight pussy clench around him. She was so wet, so ready for him. He added a second finger, fucking her slowly as he continued to rub her clit. Yaz moaned, throwing her head back as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She couldn't believe she was about to cum from the Master's fingers. He pulled his fingers out of her, making her whimper in protest.
He pushed her back against the wall and she let out a little yelp as she felt cold hard metal against her back. Her jacket was discarded to the floor, and her hands were pinned above her head by his strong hands. His eyes roamed her body, taking in the white top and the way it clung to her breasts. She wriggled under his grip, trying to escape. He chuckled, and she glared at him, finding some sense of reality again. "Let me go," she hissed, but he just shook his head.
"No." He leaned down and kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She moaned, her body going limp under him. He chuckled again and released her hands. "I'm not going to hurt you," he murmured, his lips against her ear. "Unless you want me to." She shivered, her heart racing. She didn't answer, but he knew the answer anyway. He grinned, his hand reaching down to unbutton her pants. She moaned as he slid them down her legs, his fingers brushing against her skin.
His hands ran up and down her smooth, trembling legs a few times. Her chocolate skin rippled beneath his rough fingers. His thumbs traced circles into her inner thighs, making her shake with pleasure and anticipation. Finally he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her knickers, and dragged them down. Yaz felt the cold air on her naked sex and whimpered.
She heard a zip unfastened and saw his throbbing erection revealed. Yaz gulped as she watched him stroke it a few times. It was huge. She bit her bottom lip gently. He grinned.
He pulled her to the floor, his hands on her hips as he guided her to straddle him. She hesitated for a second, but then she couldn't help it. She sank down onto him, her body trembling as he filled her up. He groaned, his head falling back as she started to move. She rode him slowly at first, her hips moving in a slow rhythm. He reached up and cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples through the thin fabric of her top. She moaned, her body moving faster as he touched her.
His hands slid down her body, his fingers brushing against her clit. She gasped, her body trembling as he started to stroke her. She rode him harder, her hips moving faster as he touched her. She moaned, her body shaking as she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She cried out as she came, her body trembling as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
He grinned, his hands still on her hips as she slowed down. He kissed her again, his tongue pushing into her mouth. She moaned, her body going limp against him. He chuckled, his hands still on her hips as he lifted her off him. She whimpered, her body trembling as he stood up. He grinned, his eyes roaming her body. "You're mine now," he murmured, his fingers brushing against her skin. "All mine."
He tugged at her shirt, pulling it up and over her head forcefully. Then he unclasped her bra and whipped it off her. Completely naked now, Yaz squirmed beneath his gaze. He grasped her breasts, his thumbs flicking at her nipples. He pinched them tightly without warning and Yaz gasped. "Oh…" she breathed out. "That's my name," he hissed in triumph, grasping her tits and kneading them roughly with the palms of his hands, "and that is why I chose it."
Yaz didn't resist as he pulled her back to her feet. He pressed her up against the wall, facing away from him, and she felt his tongue drag up her back, tasting the sweat clinging to her smooth brown skin. He pressed his lips to her shoulder blades, nibbling on her shoulders and grazing them with her teeth. His rough stubble tickled against the back of her neck.
His hips started to grind against her, his pelvis rocking slowly into her, his cock pressing against the soft flesh of her buttocks. He licked behind her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. His hands gripped her wrists, holding them in place, pinning her tightly to the wall. Yaz was moaning uncontrollably now. He had her just where he wanted her.
He pulled her hands up, pinning them above her head. Yaz felt her back arch, her breasts thrusting forward. He ran his tongue along the back of her neck and down her spine. She could feel his stubble on her back. It tickled.
His fingers played with her nipples, pinching them between his thumb and index fingers. Yaz moaned louder now, writhing against the wall, her body bucking and twisting, her hips thrusting back into his pelvis. She could feel his dick swell against her, and the pressure of it against her ass made her moan.
The Master gripped her hips, yanking her back towards him. His dick slid into her pussy, filling her up. Yaz cried out, her voice echoing off the walls. She was so wet that he slid into her easily. The Master started to fuck her, hard and fast.
Yaz moaned louder, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was fucking her hard, his pelvis slamming into her ass, his cock slamming into her pussy. She could feel her orgasm building inside of her again, her muscles tightening around his dick.
He reached around, grabbing a fistful of her black hair and pulling her head back. He kissed her neck, biting her gently. He pulled her hair harder and she cried out.
He spanked her, his hand coming down hard on her ass. Yaz moaned, her voice a mixture of pleasure and pain. He struck her buttock so hard, it left a red handprint. His fingers traced the outline of his blow, soothing the stinging flesh. Then he smacked it again, laughing as he watched her ass shake from the impact. Yaz screamed as the third and hardest spank crashed into her.
He started to fuck her harder and faster still. He was merciless, pounding into her with impossible force, his cock destroying her pussy while his hands yanked her hair and smacked her reddening ass. She couldn't take anymore. Yaz came, her pussy tightening around his dick, her muscles milking it.
The Master came too this time, his dick twitching inside of her, his cum filling her up. He pulled out of her and Yaz sank to her knees, her legs trembling. The Master looked down at her, a smirk on his face. He reached down, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her to her feet.
He pushed her against the wall, his hand wrapped around her throat. He squeezed, cutting off her air. Yaz felt her eyes widen, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The Master leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You're mine," he whispered. She nodded helplessly and he grinned. Then he released her throat and let her slump back to the ground as a panting, sweating mess. "Good girl," he called back to her as he turned his attention to his Tardis and plotting their destination. Yaz wanted to remind him to save the Doctor for her, but she didn't have the breath and his cruel laughter told her what the answer would be. She was going to have to give him a lot more of this if she wanted him to help her. Somehow though, that didn't seem that bad…