Bitched - Part Two *NSFW* Simm! Master x Tenth Doctor NC-17
By Fatal Fantasy
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Tenth Doctor x Simm! Master Harold Saxon
Summary: Another look at their first night together on the TARDIS, if Harry hadn’t been murdered. In which the first night on the TARDIS as a prisoner for Harold goes just the way they both knew it had to.
Warnings: Non Con, Violence, Graphic Sexual Themes
The absurdity was the gentleness, it was an insult, or really felt like one, because of all the rape-thuggery dominance game happening between them right now, the Doctor was not harming him - there were moments he hurt him, the finger digging in a little too sharply, or the fact that his shoulders were becoming numb from the position he was in - being balanced and pressed down on them for so long was too much, there was nothing he could do but lightly writhe, in great discomfort. So there was pain, there was hurt, but there was no actual harm whatsoever. It made the Master feel as he had before when he had been encircled and embraced, tenderly forgiven like an errant child on a rampage, who has broken mum's very favorite dainty. It was insulting, humiliating, and it hurt deep inside on some primal level of wounding. Made all the worse by the fact that he was oh so very well aware that causing him that sort of pain was the last thing the Doctor intended, and there you have it, a perfection of grave misery inflicted.
Now he was held in a somewhat easier position, a pillow shoved under his exhausted body to support him, allowed down to some degree off those aching shoulders. His weary brown eyes looked up towards his keeper and he panted out another fatigued question, expecting yet another inane - or was that insane? - response. The idea that the Doctor had truly lost his mind was strong now, growing in very distinct possibly to a probability.
"How long are we going to stay this way?"
It was actually a pretty simple question, and there didn't seem to be much room for a smartassed comment to it. The Doctor smiled down at him, and Harry was horrified to feel his cock ache and tighten in response to that smile, blatant arousal surfacing in hateful intensity. He wouldn't know, he wouldn't see, there was no way he would know. The finger moved, and Master gasped, hips bucking yet again in the inexorable grasp of the Doctor, who apparently had arms of steel, go figure, after all this time, who knew? "Stop it ...stop! You're just humiliating me because you can... you know it, I know it.. at least kill me or rape me or whatever sick shit you have in mind, so this can end!"
"I'd die myself before I'd kill you, and you damned well know it. Don't ever say that again, or you're going to start seeing a real dark side to me, the one you won't like at all. Or, really, I guess you might."
"I hate you, you sodding cocksucker, I truly hate you."
"That's truly a load of bollocks."
He had to try something else, because if the finger moved again, he was likely to come, it had been that close, and there was no way in hell he was going to please the Doctor with his own submission to pleasure in such an open and vulnerable way. "You're hurting me. Let me go, at least can we do this normally, you are hurting me, is that what you want? Of course, I have to suffer, I have to feel pain ...wouldn't be just and fair if I wasn't in pain, just like all the others want me to f---" Another pillow was shoved under him, and his hips were now lowered down, to Harry's immense relief. "....better?" "Yeah .... much better ...so go ahead and do your nasty business, and let's get it over with."
The laugh came and Harry flushed red in shocked shame, horror. "Oi! I don't think so, little Master. I don't think this is going to be like that at all. This isn't about hurting you or raping you or anything to violate you in any way. You think I'd do that to you? To anyone? This isn't even one of my punishments .. this is about breaking you."
Harry heard his own sound at that, and it was frightened, terrified really, stunned that this was being admitted. Astonished that the Doctor would actually say it. His body had other reactions, and he again fought off an orgasm that would have made him scream in helpless bliss, how could he possibly be made to tense at that, the wicked thing the bastard had just admitted to?! The prat was still smiling, by Omega, he was still smiling. Harry felt like sobbing very suddenly, certain the man had lost his mind now, and it was reasonable he would, after all they had put one another through.
"You're so cruel you smile as you say that to me, and yet you call me the monster."
"I've never called you a monster, I have called you an unimaginative plodder once when I was very angry at you, which was obviously a silly thing to call a supernova brilliant man such as you. But that's about the worst I have ever said. I know all about why you've done the things you have done. You're no monster, you're a victim, I just never understood it until recently. And I don't smile now out of cruelty. I smile only at the thought I have."
Shaking in fury and frustration, he had to ask, had to know.
"And what, pray, bastard, motherfucker, is that thought?!" All the suave was gone, and he didn't give a shit.
"How happy you and I are going to be, once we get past all this, for the rest of our lives. That, and how much I love you."
The finger moved three times in extreme precision, and Harry had no more defense, the climax forcing the cry out, and he couldn't even bury his face in the pillows or his shoulder to muffle it, or hide from the Doctor's sight the expression he wore as he fell over the cliff into sheer ecstasy, defeated and devastated into a psycho-sexual beautiful, hideous, surreal nightmare of stunning degrees. A tear of joy mingled with one of rage, and he closed his eyes, settling back at last, his seething fluids dripping down his groin and across his belly.
"Oh, by all that exists, I fucking hate you, and I will cut your throat for this, Doctor."
Stop smiling!
Before I scream again!!
doctorxmaster.com
Tenth Doctor x Simm! Master Harold Saxon
Summary: Another look at their first night together on the TARDIS, if Harry hadn’t been murdered. In which the first night on the TARDIS as a prisoner for Harold goes just the way they both knew it had to.
Warnings: Non Con, Violence, Graphic Sexual Themes
The absurdity was the gentleness, it was an insult, or really felt like one, because of all the rape-thuggery dominance game happening between them right now, the Doctor was not harming him - there were moments he hurt him, the finger digging in a little too sharply, or the fact that his shoulders were becoming numb from the position he was in - being balanced and pressed down on them for so long was too much, there was nothing he could do but lightly writhe, in great discomfort. So there was pain, there was hurt, but there was no actual harm whatsoever. It made the Master feel as he had before when he had been encircled and embraced, tenderly forgiven like an errant child on a rampage, who has broken mum's very favorite dainty. It was insulting, humiliating, and it hurt deep inside on some primal level of wounding. Made all the worse by the fact that he was oh so very well aware that causing him that sort of pain was the last thing the Doctor intended, and there you have it, a perfection of grave misery inflicted.
Now he was held in a somewhat easier position, a pillow shoved under his exhausted body to support him, allowed down to some degree off those aching shoulders. His weary brown eyes looked up towards his keeper and he panted out another fatigued question, expecting yet another inane - or was that insane? - response. The idea that the Doctor had truly lost his mind was strong now, growing in very distinct possibly to a probability.
"How long are we going to stay this way?"
It was actually a pretty simple question, and there didn't seem to be much room for a smartassed comment to it. The Doctor smiled down at him, and Harry was horrified to feel his cock ache and tighten in response to that smile, blatant arousal surfacing in hateful intensity. He wouldn't know, he wouldn't see, there was no way he would know. The finger moved, and Master gasped, hips bucking yet again in the inexorable grasp of the Doctor, who apparently had arms of steel, go figure, after all this time, who knew? "Stop it ...stop! You're just humiliating me because you can... you know it, I know it.. at least kill me or rape me or whatever sick shit you have in mind, so this can end!"
"I'd die myself before I'd kill you, and you damned well know it. Don't ever say that again, or you're going to start seeing a real dark side to me, the one you won't like at all. Or, really, I guess you might."
"I hate you, you sodding cocksucker, I truly hate you."
"That's truly a load of bollocks."
He had to try something else, because if the finger moved again, he was likely to come, it had been that close, and there was no way in hell he was going to please the Doctor with his own submission to pleasure in such an open and vulnerable way. "You're hurting me. Let me go, at least can we do this normally, you are hurting me, is that what you want? Of course, I have to suffer, I have to feel pain ...wouldn't be just and fair if I wasn't in pain, just like all the others want me to f---" Another pillow was shoved under him, and his hips were now lowered down, to Harry's immense relief. "....better?" "Yeah .... much better ...so go ahead and do your nasty business, and let's get it over with."
The laugh came and Harry flushed red in shocked shame, horror. "Oi! I don't think so, little Master. I don't think this is going to be like that at all. This isn't about hurting you or raping you or anything to violate you in any way. You think I'd do that to you? To anyone? This isn't even one of my punishments .. this is about breaking you."
Harry heard his own sound at that, and it was frightened, terrified really, stunned that this was being admitted. Astonished that the Doctor would actually say it. His body had other reactions, and he again fought off an orgasm that would have made him scream in helpless bliss, how could he possibly be made to tense at that, the wicked thing the bastard had just admitted to?! The prat was still smiling, by Omega, he was still smiling. Harry felt like sobbing very suddenly, certain the man had lost his mind now, and it was reasonable he would, after all they had put one another through.
"You're so cruel you smile as you say that to me, and yet you call me the monster."
"I've never called you a monster, I have called you an unimaginative plodder once when I was very angry at you, which was obviously a silly thing to call a supernova brilliant man such as you. But that's about the worst I have ever said. I know all about why you've done the things you have done. You're no monster, you're a victim, I just never understood it until recently. And I don't smile now out of cruelty. I smile only at the thought I have."
Shaking in fury and frustration, he had to ask, had to know.
"And what, pray, bastard, motherfucker, is that thought?!" All the suave was gone, and he didn't give a shit.
"How happy you and I are going to be, once we get past all this, for the rest of our lives. That, and how much I love you."
The finger moved three times in extreme precision, and Harry had no more defense, the climax forcing the cry out, and he couldn't even bury his face in the pillows or his shoulder to muffle it, or hide from the Doctor's sight the expression he wore as he fell over the cliff into sheer ecstasy, defeated and devastated into a psycho-sexual beautiful, hideous, surreal nightmare of stunning degrees. A tear of joy mingled with one of rage, and he closed his eyes, settling back at last, his seething fluids dripping down his groin and across his belly.
"Oh, by all that exists, I fucking hate you, and I will cut your throat for this, Doctor."
Stop smiling!
Before I scream again!!