Doctor Who fic
Title: Control
Author: acidpenguin46
Pairings: Master/Lucy, Doctor/Lucy, heavily implied Doctor/Master
Word Count: 1199
Rating: NC-17
Warning: threats of violence, PWP, noncon, masturbation, bondage, adult themes, unbetaed.
Summary: The Master plays with his toys.
Spoilers: Set straight after The Sound of Drums
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs the BBC
Notes: So this is my first non-crossover Doctor Who fic ever, and it had to be porn *facepalm*. Any comments/concrit would be most welcome. Hope you enjoy (or enjoy is probably the wrong word, but anyway...)!
Control
The room quickly emptied as he looked out across his masterpiece. He smirked. If given the choice, people always left his presence as soon as they could. And if he wanted them to stay, well, then choice was usually removed from the equation. His grip tightened on the shoulder of the old man standing next to him, nails digging through his suit to the flesh beneath. He saw the man wince, but still no noise passed through his drying, cracked lips. “Isn’t there anything you want to say Doctor? Where’s the 5 million words per second chatter that all those little humans love?” The old man remained silent, but the tensing of his shoulders, the hard lined grimace of resolve, spoke volumes. He lifted his hand from the old man’s shoulder and stretched out a finger, letting slowly caress the old man’s cheek.
“I’m bored Harry. When can we play with him?” He’d forgotten she was there. His companion. The solitary finger left the Doctor’s face and moved to lift up the chin of that vapid woman, taking in the malevolent glint flaming in her eyes.
“Soon, my darling.” He moved towards her around the Doctor’s back, a tiger stalking its prey, and couldn’t help but smirk as the old man staggered without his support. The gap between them closed, and the Master looked directly into her eyes. The vacant, proud eyes of his wife. His human. His plaything. Taking her face in both of his hands, gripping to a point just beyond pleasurable pain, he closed the gap between their mouths. She arched under his fingers as they circled on the small of her back, hungry for the pain as he used his tongue to violate her mouth as it begged to be bruised. The kiss deepened, becoming more brutal and as Lucy sank further under his spell he opened his eyes. Opened his eyes to watch the old man beside them, who was staring resolutely in the other direction.
The kiss fizzled to nothing, and she looked up at his face like he was Father Christmas and he was withholding her presents. “Can’t we do it now? Please?” He worked hard to contain the shiver that longed to run down his spine at her petulant whine, her childish gleeful anticipation. He wanted to break her. His grip tightened momentarily before both hands dropped in a manner only slightly more subtle than if they were burning after having been accidentally placed on burning coals. Hands quickly rifled though coat pockets until he found what he was looking for. The long cylindrical creation of beauty and chaos. If he revered anything it was this, and as he ran his fingers along from tip to end, almost shivering at its cool majesty. He let his fingers caress the switches until the settings were just right, and pointed his Laser Screwdriver at the old man leaning against the window’s railing.
Screams of agony ripped through cavernous room as the Doctor’s body convulsed in a contorted dance of pain. The Master smiled as spasms of aftershock ruptured through his more youthful looking body, until he was still, a broken version of himself. He felt Lucy’s lips ghost against his cheek as she reached around from behind to lightly kiss him, whispering her gratitude into his ear before moving in upon the Doctor, claiming what she though to be her prize. A flash of silver in her hands, gleaming in the last rays of that day’s sun as she introduced the Doctor’s left wrist to the cold metal of handcuffs that she must have kept hidden in one of her pockets. He heard the metal click together and watched as his plaything take hold of both of the Doctor’s arm so the wrists were aligned with the railing on the windows, looping the chain around the bar and then entrapping the Doctor’s other wrist. He didn’t fight back, tell her to stop, just looked into her eyes as he asked, “Are you sure you want to go this?”
“Darling, you don’t have anything on your screwdriver that would shut him up, do you?”
He rolled his eyes. Humans were so simple. If he’d had such a dial he would have used it on her long ago. “He has a necktie.” Her eyes light up as she took the brown and blue striped tie in her hands, almost reverently, before undoing the knot and sliding it from his neck. The Master grabbed a chair and wheeled it across the floor before perching himself upon it. He didn’t need Lucy obscuring the view.
He watched as his companion quickly divested the Doctor of his trousers and his underwear, before taking the Doctor’s limp dick into her hands, manipulating it with the finesse of a pack of rampaging elephants. The Doctor still didn’t fight her, just closed his eyes and tried to quietly talk, only to have his voice obscured by the tie. The Master spread open his legs as he watched her try to make the Doctor hard enough to penetrate her, moving her hand up and down his length until it started to respond. He bit his lip as a human, one of those humans that the Doctor loved so much, stand and quickly hoisted up her skirt, before kneeling back down, grabbing his dick and impaled herself upon it. She grasped one hand around the railing while the other caressed her left breast, and began to move. Slowly up and down in time to her hand kneading at the flesh of her tit, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she took two perfectly manicured nails and pinched her nipple.
The Master didn’t see any of this. As far as he was concerned Lucy wasn’t even in the room. It was just him and the Doctor. His Doctor. Just watching him close his eyes against Lucy’s blatant violation of his body made everything just that little bit better. Lucy began to moan but he tuned her out, unzipping his trousers as the Doctor turned his head away from the writhing whore on top of him. He cupped himself through the opened zipper, feeling his dick throb under his hand as he slowly rubbed up and down. He watched the Doctor grit his teeth as he grasped himself firmly, moving his hand up and down his own length whilst imagining that the hand belonged to the Doctor. He closed his eyes and could almost feel those long slender fingers, stuttering in their need to wrap themselves around the Master’s imposing manhood, pulling him off in quick, hard movements. So intent on pleasuring his Master that his own dick flopped flaccidly against the floor, completely neglected. The Master opened his eyes and saw the Doctor watching him, wide brown eyes transfixed upon the Master’s own. He began to thrust into his clenched fist; hips jerking uncontrollably as the Doctor sedately watched the Master’s orgasm rip him apart. His breath came in short, haggard gasps, and still the Doctor watched him, his expression unreadable.
The Master turned his back as he zipped up his pants and quickly left the room. Lucy could clean up the mess.
Author: acidpenguin46
Pairings: Master/Lucy, Doctor/Lucy, heavily implied Doctor/Master
Word Count: 1199
Rating: NC-17
Warning: threats of violence, PWP, noncon, masturbation, bondage, adult themes, unbetaed.
Summary: The Master plays with his toys.
Spoilers: Set straight after The Sound of Drums
Disclaimer: Unfortunately it's not mine, it all belongs the BBC
Notes: So this is my first non-crossover Doctor Who fic ever, and it had to be porn *facepalm*. Any comments/concrit would be most welcome. Hope you enjoy (or enjoy is probably the wrong word, but anyway...)!
Control
The room quickly emptied as he looked out across his masterpiece. He smirked. If given the choice, people always left his presence as soon as they could. And if he wanted them to stay, well, then choice was usually removed from the equation. His grip tightened on the shoulder of the old man standing next to him, nails digging through his suit to the flesh beneath. He saw the man wince, but still no noise passed through his drying, cracked lips. “Isn’t there anything you want to say Doctor? Where’s the 5 million words per second chatter that all those little humans love?” The old man remained silent, but the tensing of his shoulders, the hard lined grimace of resolve, spoke volumes. He lifted his hand from the old man’s shoulder and stretched out a finger, letting slowly caress the old man’s cheek.
“I’m bored Harry. When can we play with him?” He’d forgotten she was there. His companion. The solitary finger left the Doctor’s face and moved to lift up the chin of that vapid woman, taking in the malevolent glint flaming in her eyes.
“Soon, my darling.” He moved towards her around the Doctor’s back, a tiger stalking its prey, and couldn’t help but smirk as the old man staggered without his support. The gap between them closed, and the Master looked directly into her eyes. The vacant, proud eyes of his wife. His human. His plaything. Taking her face in both of his hands, gripping to a point just beyond pleasurable pain, he closed the gap between their mouths. She arched under his fingers as they circled on the small of her back, hungry for the pain as he used his tongue to violate her mouth as it begged to be bruised. The kiss deepened, becoming more brutal and as Lucy sank further under his spell he opened his eyes. Opened his eyes to watch the old man beside them, who was staring resolutely in the other direction.
The kiss fizzled to nothing, and she looked up at his face like he was Father Christmas and he was withholding her presents. “Can’t we do it now? Please?” He worked hard to contain the shiver that longed to run down his spine at her petulant whine, her childish gleeful anticipation. He wanted to break her. His grip tightened momentarily before both hands dropped in a manner only slightly more subtle than if they were burning after having been accidentally placed on burning coals. Hands quickly rifled though coat pockets until he found what he was looking for. The long cylindrical creation of beauty and chaos. If he revered anything it was this, and as he ran his fingers along from tip to end, almost shivering at its cool majesty. He let his fingers caress the switches until the settings were just right, and pointed his Laser Screwdriver at the old man leaning against the window’s railing.
Screams of agony ripped through cavernous room as the Doctor’s body convulsed in a contorted dance of pain. The Master smiled as spasms of aftershock ruptured through his more youthful looking body, until he was still, a broken version of himself. He felt Lucy’s lips ghost against his cheek as she reached around from behind to lightly kiss him, whispering her gratitude into his ear before moving in upon the Doctor, claiming what she though to be her prize. A flash of silver in her hands, gleaming in the last rays of that day’s sun as she introduced the Doctor’s left wrist to the cold metal of handcuffs that she must have kept hidden in one of her pockets. He heard the metal click together and watched as his plaything take hold of both of the Doctor’s arm so the wrists were aligned with the railing on the windows, looping the chain around the bar and then entrapping the Doctor’s other wrist. He didn’t fight back, tell her to stop, just looked into her eyes as he asked, “Are you sure you want to go this?”
“Darling, you don’t have anything on your screwdriver that would shut him up, do you?”
He rolled his eyes. Humans were so simple. If he’d had such a dial he would have used it on her long ago. “He has a necktie.” Her eyes light up as she took the brown and blue striped tie in her hands, almost reverently, before undoing the knot and sliding it from his neck. The Master grabbed a chair and wheeled it across the floor before perching himself upon it. He didn’t need Lucy obscuring the view.
He watched as his companion quickly divested the Doctor of his trousers and his underwear, before taking the Doctor’s limp dick into her hands, manipulating it with the finesse of a pack of rampaging elephants. The Doctor still didn’t fight her, just closed his eyes and tried to quietly talk, only to have his voice obscured by the tie. The Master spread open his legs as he watched her try to make the Doctor hard enough to penetrate her, moving her hand up and down his length until it started to respond. He bit his lip as a human, one of those humans that the Doctor loved so much, stand and quickly hoisted up her skirt, before kneeling back down, grabbing his dick and impaled herself upon it. She grasped one hand around the railing while the other caressed her left breast, and began to move. Slowly up and down in time to her hand kneading at the flesh of her tit, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she took two perfectly manicured nails and pinched her nipple.
The Master didn’t see any of this. As far as he was concerned Lucy wasn’t even in the room. It was just him and the Doctor. His Doctor. Just watching him close his eyes against Lucy’s blatant violation of his body made everything just that little bit better. Lucy began to moan but he tuned her out, unzipping his trousers as the Doctor turned his head away from the writhing whore on top of him. He cupped himself through the opened zipper, feeling his dick throb under his hand as he slowly rubbed up and down. He watched the Doctor grit his teeth as he grasped himself firmly, moving his hand up and down his own length whilst imagining that the hand belonged to the Doctor. He closed his eyes and could almost feel those long slender fingers, stuttering in their need to wrap themselves around the Master’s imposing manhood, pulling him off in quick, hard movements. So intent on pleasuring his Master that his own dick flopped flaccidly against the floor, completely neglected. The Master opened his eyes and saw the Doctor watching him, wide brown eyes transfixed upon the Master’s own. He began to thrust into his clenched fist; hips jerking uncontrollably as the Doctor sedately watched the Master’s orgasm rip him apart. His breath came in short, haggard gasps, and still the Doctor watched him, his expression unreadable.
The Master turned his back as he zipped up his pants and quickly left the room. Lucy could clean up the mess.