My Pleasure, Miss Shaw, chapter 2
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scripsiTitle: My Pleasure, Miss Shaw
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who, I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: After Elizabeth Shaw has left the Doctor she is contacted by an intriguing stranger who she thinks wants her scientific expertise, but in reality he wants far more.
AN: The abyss and the monster is on loan from Friedrich Nietzsche: He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
Liz asked her escort to wait for her outside the laboratory and then quickly started to collect her files. She was so concentrated on her task that she didn't hear the man who had entered the room quietly until he spoke.
"Why in such a hurry, Miss Shaw?"
Mr. Heartsmet, the Master, was standing quite close to her and she wondered how she could ever have thought he looked theatrical, because there was only menace in his gaze now, even if he was smiling a little. Liz took a step back without meaning to and laughed, a much too brittle sound in her ears.
"Oh, I thought you were away. I'm not in a hurry, not at all, no, just sorting through a few things."
He came closer. "One of the things that constantly amaze me when it comes to humans is how badly they lie, especially as they do it so often. And you, Miss Shaw, are exceedingly bad at it. I know that you know who I am now."
"How do you know that? Oh. You had me watched?"
"Of course. It was always highly probable that you would compare notes with someone eventually, so you have been under discreet surveillance since the first day we met. When I heard that you had a cozy little chat with the Brigadier, I knew that this pleasant interlude had to come to an end. He may be dim-witted, but not, unfortunately, stupid enough. Oh well, I had almost got everything I needed from this phase anyway and I don't regret moving forward a little too soon."
While he spoke he had slowly moved closer, but Liz hadn't realised that she was backing away from him until she stood flat against the wall and couldn't get further away. She was suddenly very conscious of her clothes. The day had been supposed to be a day off and she had dressed accordingly in a short-sleeved blouse and a skirt showing off a good deal of bare legs. Much more than she ever did in the more conservative ones she wore for work. She was wearing her hair loose as well, tumbling halfway down her back and without the shield of upswept hair and a suit she felt curiously naked under the Master's cold scrutiny.
"What is the matter, my dear?"
"I would like to go now, please. If you are finished here, well, you won't need me anymore."
"You don't really believe that I will let you leave, Miss Shaw. Don't insult my intelligence, or your own, by pretending stupidity." He ran his gloved fingers from her temple to her throat. "Besides, you don't even want to go, do you?. Why, this is what you have wanted for quite some time now, isn't it? Just you and me, undisturbed and with my undivided attention."
Liz shook her head. It was true, she had imagined that, but she was not going to let him know it. "People will come to look for me, soon."
"Not soon enough. Your puppies outside are incapacitated and guarded and the Brigadier is far from here and so is the Doctor. I have no doubt that they will raise heaven and hell eventually, but it will be too late for you by then."
The Master lifted a strand of her hair, a thick golden red lock and coiled it around his fingers.
"You do have a beautiful hair. I must confess to be quite partial to just this shade. Indeed, you are quite attractive, for a human and you are, by far, the most intelligent ape I have ever met. As it happened I have actually had good use of you human viewpoint for my little project, though perhaps not as much as you have been led to believe, my main goal was something else."
Liz stood very still. Her instincts were screaming at her to bolt and run, but he stood so close and he had wound her hair several times around his hand now. So she swallowed and tried to speak in a normal conversational tone.
"What is it you want then?"
"The last few months I have been engaged in a very careful study one specific subject; you. How could I resist a brilliant scientist who used to tag along with the Doctor? I have wanted you since I first heard your name. It has been a very successful project, so far, I can read you like an open book now and I know you better than anyone have ever done. I even know what you dream of deep down, those dreams that you try to not even acknowledge yourself."
The hand in her hair had wound itself to her scalp, forcing Liz head back and up. A terrible suspicion rose in her mind. As a scientist she was well aware of the many peculiar ways human sexuality could take and as a scientist she had no problems with that, but that was on a clinical and impersonal level. Her own private dreams were something else, they were secrets that she had always been to shy to tell any lovers and that she had long decided were to be just private fantasies. No one could know those and she was sure no one would be able to guess at random, but then she remembered what the Brigadier had told her of The Master's ability to control minds.
"You have had me hypnotized!"
"Oh, only for a few minutes occasionally, to get those answers you just wouldn't give me otherwise. But on the whole, no. Mind control is an excellent tool, but wrecks havoc with the creative and intellectual process, it would have been very counter-productive to try to keep you under perpetual control." He smiled and tugged her hair, quite gently. "Besides mindless obedience may be useful, but it will satisfy me so much more to bend you to my wishes without it."
He leaned in on her, his voice soft and amused close to her ear. "There is nothing as beautiful as a woman with fear in her eyes. You are so very beautiful right now, Miss Shaw and still it excites you, doesn't it? That you are powerless and that it is only my pleasure that have any importance here at all. That I can hurt you and that I will hurt you and you will love it, because you have always wanted it."
He tightened his grip of her hair, tugging hard now, so he head was tilted back even more and she had to look him straight in the eye. There were no kindness and humour in those eyes now and Liz felt it as if she was staring into an abyss. An abyss she had stared into for months without realising that a monster was looking back at her all the time. And now she was cornered, her mouth dry from fear while her body responded to his words because this was her own fantasy coming to life and her mind and reason could not stop the hot desire that shot through her.
"No", she whispered. "That is not true,"
He released her and took a step back. "Lies again, Miss Shaw? I think you have acquired a very bad habit. What shall we do to cure you of it?"
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who, I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: R
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: After Elizabeth Shaw has left the Doctor she is contacted by an intriguing stranger who she thinks wants her scientific expertise, but in reality he wants far more.
AN: The abyss and the monster is on loan from Friedrich Nietzsche: He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you.
Liz asked her escort to wait for her outside the laboratory and then quickly started to collect her files. She was so concentrated on her task that she didn't hear the man who had entered the room quietly until he spoke.
"Why in such a hurry, Miss Shaw?"
Mr. Heartsmet, the Master, was standing quite close to her and she wondered how she could ever have thought he looked theatrical, because there was only menace in his gaze now, even if he was smiling a little. Liz took a step back without meaning to and laughed, a much too brittle sound in her ears.
"Oh, I thought you were away. I'm not in a hurry, not at all, no, just sorting through a few things."
He came closer. "One of the things that constantly amaze me when it comes to humans is how badly they lie, especially as they do it so often. And you, Miss Shaw, are exceedingly bad at it. I know that you know who I am now."
"How do you know that? Oh. You had me watched?"
"Of course. It was always highly probable that you would compare notes with someone eventually, so you have been under discreet surveillance since the first day we met. When I heard that you had a cozy little chat with the Brigadier, I knew that this pleasant interlude had to come to an end. He may be dim-witted, but not, unfortunately, stupid enough. Oh well, I had almost got everything I needed from this phase anyway and I don't regret moving forward a little too soon."
While he spoke he had slowly moved closer, but Liz hadn't realised that she was backing away from him until she stood flat against the wall and couldn't get further away. She was suddenly very conscious of her clothes. The day had been supposed to be a day off and she had dressed accordingly in a short-sleeved blouse and a skirt showing off a good deal of bare legs. Much more than she ever did in the more conservative ones she wore for work. She was wearing her hair loose as well, tumbling halfway down her back and without the shield of upswept hair and a suit she felt curiously naked under the Master's cold scrutiny.
"What is the matter, my dear?"
"I would like to go now, please. If you are finished here, well, you won't need me anymore."
"You don't really believe that I will let you leave, Miss Shaw. Don't insult my intelligence, or your own, by pretending stupidity." He ran his gloved fingers from her temple to her throat. "Besides, you don't even want to go, do you?. Why, this is what you have wanted for quite some time now, isn't it? Just you and me, undisturbed and with my undivided attention."
Liz shook her head. It was true, she had imagined that, but she was not going to let him know it. "People will come to look for me, soon."
"Not soon enough. Your puppies outside are incapacitated and guarded and the Brigadier is far from here and so is the Doctor. I have no doubt that they will raise heaven and hell eventually, but it will be too late for you by then."
The Master lifted a strand of her hair, a thick golden red lock and coiled it around his fingers.
"You do have a beautiful hair. I must confess to be quite partial to just this shade. Indeed, you are quite attractive, for a human and you are, by far, the most intelligent ape I have ever met. As it happened I have actually had good use of you human viewpoint for my little project, though perhaps not as much as you have been led to believe, my main goal was something else."
Liz stood very still. Her instincts were screaming at her to bolt and run, but he stood so close and he had wound her hair several times around his hand now. So she swallowed and tried to speak in a normal conversational tone.
"What is it you want then?"
"The last few months I have been engaged in a very careful study one specific subject; you. How could I resist a brilliant scientist who used to tag along with the Doctor? I have wanted you since I first heard your name. It has been a very successful project, so far, I can read you like an open book now and I know you better than anyone have ever done. I even know what you dream of deep down, those dreams that you try to not even acknowledge yourself."
The hand in her hair had wound itself to her scalp, forcing Liz head back and up. A terrible suspicion rose in her mind. As a scientist she was well aware of the many peculiar ways human sexuality could take and as a scientist she had no problems with that, but that was on a clinical and impersonal level. Her own private dreams were something else, they were secrets that she had always been to shy to tell any lovers and that she had long decided were to be just private fantasies. No one could know those and she was sure no one would be able to guess at random, but then she remembered what the Brigadier had told her of The Master's ability to control minds.
"You have had me hypnotized!"
"Oh, only for a few minutes occasionally, to get those answers you just wouldn't give me otherwise. But on the whole, no. Mind control is an excellent tool, but wrecks havoc with the creative and intellectual process, it would have been very counter-productive to try to keep you under perpetual control." He smiled and tugged her hair, quite gently. "Besides mindless obedience may be useful, but it will satisfy me so much more to bend you to my wishes without it."
He leaned in on her, his voice soft and amused close to her ear. "There is nothing as beautiful as a woman with fear in her eyes. You are so very beautiful right now, Miss Shaw and still it excites you, doesn't it? That you are powerless and that it is only my pleasure that have any importance here at all. That I can hurt you and that I will hurt you and you will love it, because you have always wanted it."
He tightened his grip of her hair, tugging hard now, so he head was tilted back even more and she had to look him straight in the eye. There were no kindness and humour in those eyes now and Liz felt it as if she was staring into an abyss. An abyss she had stared into for months without realising that a monster was looking back at her all the time. And now she was cornered, her mouth dry from fear while her body responded to his words because this was her own fantasy coming to life and her mind and reason could not stop the hot desire that shot through her.
"No", she whispered. "That is not true,"
He released her and took a step back. "Lies again, Miss Shaw? I think you have acquired a very bad habit. What shall we do to cure you of it?"
