My Pleasure, Miss Shaw, chapter 3
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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
Character: The Master (Delgado), Elizabeth Shaw, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, The Third Doctor
Pairing: The Master/Elizabeth Shaw
Length: Chapter 3/4
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, NC
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: Please note that I have raised the warnings to NC for this chapter. It contains BDSM with very dubious consent, spanking, breath play and humiliation and I don’t want to trigger anyone, so better safe than sorry. It’s a fantasy, but if it's not your cup of tea, you might prefer to not read it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
In the silence that followed, Liz became aware that even if she was scared and uncomfortably aroused, she was also angry. There was something almost ridiculously melodramatic over it all and she suddenly wished he could just go on and finish it.
“Oh stop it! Stop dragging it out and go ahead and kill me and be done with it! You have had your fun at my expense, now you will to get to the Doctor. Well, you have succeeded; he will be devastated by my death, so why don’t you go ahead and do it!”
For a moment the Master looked surprised but then he chuckled. “Kill you? Not at all. I haven’t spent all these months on preparations to just dispose of you. I do intend to hurt the Doctor, rather a lot, but your death has nothing to do with that. In fact, even if you will spend some time with me now, I will eventually return you to your friends.
“Just like that? I doubt that very much.”
“No, not just like that, of course. We are going to get to know each other very well first, you and I. Beginning now. Which I believe you were trying to distract me from, Miss Shaw. Shame on you.”
She shuddered and then, before she had time to react, he stepped forward and kissed her and it was just right kind of kiss. His lips were cool and demanding and Liz found to her horror that she responded, her body melting a little into his arms, though when he broke the kiss she tried to step back.
“See? You do love me a little, don’t you, Elizabeth?”
“No! I feel nothing for you.”
He shook his head, with the same pained expression on his face that her old professor used to have when she had given him the wrong answer to an easy question. “Lies again, Miss Shaw. We will have to take you out of this bad habit sooner rather than later, I think.”
He looked around the laboratory. “Ah. I think some more old-fashioned correction would be suitable here.”
He took her arm and walked her to a desk and picked up a wooden ruler. Liz responded with her first show of earnest struggle, but the only result was that he wrenched her arm back and up and pushed her face down against the tabletop. She strained against him, but that only twisted her arm even more, making her fear that he would break it. When she relaxed a little, his grip eased, but he didn’t let go of her. He had put down the ruler again and was now pushing her skirt up, bunching it around her hips. Liz tried to stand up, but the grip around her arm hardened instantly.
“Be still, Miss Shaw. Your compliance and obedience will make it so much easier for you. At least for the moment.”
Liz stilled, even if she tensed back again when he tore away her panties. She knew what was coming, she didn’t want it, but her body rebelled against her mind and her already kindled lust flared in anticipation. The first stroke on her behind was fire and pain and made her gasp and the Master chuckled again.
“Feel free to scream, my dear. No one of importance can hear you anyway.”
Determinedly Liz shut her mouth, biting her lips to stop herself from screaming, but she couldn’t help a small moan to escape at every smooth stroke. No amount of imagination had prepared her to how it really felt, the sudden pain that radiated from the impact, receding into a burning afterglow that might have felt very pleasant if not the ruler had come down again, on almost, but not quite the same spot, shaking her body with stroke after stinging stroke. And worst of all, it felt good, better than anything she could ever have imagined as well. She breathed hard, pressing her legs against each other.
A pause. “If you want this to stop, then you will have to stop lying to me. I know very well what you feel right now.
“I hate it.”
Another stroke, harder this time and Liz almost screamed. “No, you don’t. But beg, Miss Shaw, beg me prettily and I will stop.”
More strikes. Nor harder, not faster, but the accumulation of them made the skin burn and the pain seemed to radiate stronger for every stroke. The accumulated pain started to feel unbearable and Liz body disobeyed her will to keep still, her legs moved and at one point she managed to turn so the stroke landed on her hip instead. It hurt dreadfully and she cried out, unable to keep any pretence of dignity. The Master gripped her arm harder and she was forced back to immobility, but the strokes fell as methodically as ever. He wouldn’t stop, she realised, he had told her what he wanted and he was waiting for her to end it.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please stop.”
“I do require a little bit more from you.”
“Please Master. Please stop now. I can’t stand anymore.”
“First tell me what you really felt about it.”
She couldn’t help hesitating until she forced herself to say it. “I loved it.”
“Good girl.” He stopped, carefully placing the ruler beside her. A hand caressed her back, then her buttocks, but Liz didn’t move waiting, for whatever torment he would inflict on her next.
“Stand up.”
Liz stood slowly, her hands trying to tug down her skirt, but his hands stopped her.
“No. Remove your blouse now, Miss Shaw. And bra, please.”
Her hands shook when she unbuttoned it. He slid it down over her shoulders, her arms unresisting as they slipped out of the sleeves. Then the bra and she closed her eyes to avoid herself from glancing down on her almost naked body. She could feel her face heat in embarrassment, but when he kissed her neck, her arousal shot through her again. Still with her eyes closed, she allowed him to turn her and push her down again, so she lay on the desk with her legs dangling over the edge. His hands, still gloved, moved over her body, gently touching her breast, smoothly skimming over her curves. She was not surprised when he gripped her hips, tugging her closer and then he was inside her and she gasped. He hurt her, but it was pleasure in it too.
“Look at me.” His voice was soft, almost tender. Liz shut her eyes harder, turning her head away. “Look at me, Elizabeth.”
The Master’s hand closed around her throat, turning her head back, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “I said; look at me.”
She choked and her eyes flew up and met his and then she couldn’t look away. His face seemed to fill her vision; it was the only thing she could see as he continued to suffocate her. Her nails dug into his hand, trying to tug him away, but he only pressed harder. Liz couldn’t breathe and she could feel panic flutter alive. He would kill her now, no matter what he had said before, but despite the pain and fear, her body still responded to his and she suddenly realised that an orgasm was building deep inside her.
Liz came harder than she ever had, fighting for air and control over her body and denied both as he moved relentlessly inside her. She lost conscience for a few seconds and then the hand around her throat was gone, holding her hips steadily, moving faster, harder and despite it all she came again, to her shame and the Master laughed.
She found that she could not find any energy to move when it was over. She lay as he left her, fighting to get her breath even, and wiping away a few treacherous tears that leaked away from her eyes despite her effort not to cry. Eventually he spoke to her, his voice cool and somewhat disdainful.
“Make yourself presentable, please, Miss Shaw.”
Liz sat up, wincing when the movement made the welts on her bottom painfully remembered and then stood, her legs shaking. She steadfastly refused to look at the Master as she pulled down her skirt and went to find her bra and blouse. She held out to not look at him until she was done, shaking her hair back and smoothing it away from her face. He stood a little distance from her, looking completely composed as he watched her with a faint half-smile.
“All set, my dear? Then why don’t you kneel for me and thank me for fulfilling your dreams?”
She could feel herself blush fiercely and she clenched hands. ”No.”
For a moment she thought he would hit her, but then he smiled broadened. “You know I can make you?”
“Yes, I know. So I suggest you force me because I will not kneel willingly for you.”
He shrugged. “Oh, you will, one day. I think I will wait for that moment, it will make it so much sweeter.”
He took her arm again and led her out of the room. To her surprise there were people outside, just standing there with their face vacant and among them were two of the soldiers the Brigadier had sent with her. On the Masters orders they went into the laboratory and started to pack things away, but he didn’t wait to see his orders fulfilled. Instead he led her down the hallway were another blank faced person was standing guard over the third soldier. He was sitting on the floor, nursing a head wound, but looked up when they approached.
“Tell the Doctor,” the Master said, “Tell him that Miss Shaw will be returned to him. When I am completely through with her.”
The young man gave Liz an alarmed look and began to say something, but then the Master nodded to the guard and the soldier was hit on his head and slumped to the floor unconscious. The Master opened the door to a cupboard and motioned for Liz to enter. Seeing no way out Liz took a deep breath and stepped inside and the door closed behind them in silence.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who, I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Character: The Master (Delgado), Elizabeth Shaw, Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, The Third Doctor
Pairing: The Master/Elizabeth Shaw
Length: Chapter 3/4
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM, NC
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: Please note that I have raised the warnings to NC for this chapter. It contains BDSM with very dubious consent, spanking, breath play and humiliation and I don’t want to trigger anyone, so better safe than sorry. It’s a fantasy, but if it's not your cup of tea, you might prefer to not read it.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
In the silence that followed, Liz became aware that even if she was scared and uncomfortably aroused, she was also angry. There was something almost ridiculously melodramatic over it all and she suddenly wished he could just go on and finish it.
“Oh stop it! Stop dragging it out and go ahead and kill me and be done with it! You have had your fun at my expense, now you will to get to the Doctor. Well, you have succeeded; he will be devastated by my death, so why don’t you go ahead and do it!”
For a moment the Master looked surprised but then he chuckled. “Kill you? Not at all. I haven’t spent all these months on preparations to just dispose of you. I do intend to hurt the Doctor, rather a lot, but your death has nothing to do with that. In fact, even if you will spend some time with me now, I will eventually return you to your friends.
“Just like that? I doubt that very much.”
“No, not just like that, of course. We are going to get to know each other very well first, you and I. Beginning now. Which I believe you were trying to distract me from, Miss Shaw. Shame on you.”
She shuddered and then, before she had time to react, he stepped forward and kissed her and it was just right kind of kiss. His lips were cool and demanding and Liz found to her horror that she responded, her body melting a little into his arms, though when he broke the kiss she tried to step back.
“See? You do love me a little, don’t you, Elizabeth?”
“No! I feel nothing for you.”
He shook his head, with the same pained expression on his face that her old professor used to have when she had given him the wrong answer to an easy question. “Lies again, Miss Shaw. We will have to take you out of this bad habit sooner rather than later, I think.”
He looked around the laboratory. “Ah. I think some more old-fashioned correction would be suitable here.”
He took her arm and walked her to a desk and picked up a wooden ruler. Liz responded with her first show of earnest struggle, but the only result was that he wrenched her arm back and up and pushed her face down against the tabletop. She strained against him, but that only twisted her arm even more, making her fear that he would break it. When she relaxed a little, his grip eased, but he didn’t let go of her. He had put down the ruler again and was now pushing her skirt up, bunching it around her hips. Liz tried to stand up, but the grip around her arm hardened instantly.
“Be still, Miss Shaw. Your compliance and obedience will make it so much easier for you. At least for the moment.”
Liz stilled, even if she tensed back again when he tore away her panties. She knew what was coming, she didn’t want it, but her body rebelled against her mind and her already kindled lust flared in anticipation. The first stroke on her behind was fire and pain and made her gasp and the Master chuckled again.
“Feel free to scream, my dear. No one of importance can hear you anyway.”
Determinedly Liz shut her mouth, biting her lips to stop herself from screaming, but she couldn’t help a small moan to escape at every smooth stroke. No amount of imagination had prepared her to how it really felt, the sudden pain that radiated from the impact, receding into a burning afterglow that might have felt very pleasant if not the ruler had come down again, on almost, but not quite the same spot, shaking her body with stroke after stinging stroke. And worst of all, it felt good, better than anything she could ever have imagined as well. She breathed hard, pressing her legs against each other.
A pause. “If you want this to stop, then you will have to stop lying to me. I know very well what you feel right now.
“I hate it.”
Another stroke, harder this time and Liz almost screamed. “No, you don’t. But beg, Miss Shaw, beg me prettily and I will stop.”
More strikes. Nor harder, not faster, but the accumulation of them made the skin burn and the pain seemed to radiate stronger for every stroke. The accumulated pain started to feel unbearable and Liz body disobeyed her will to keep still, her legs moved and at one point she managed to turn so the stroke landed on her hip instead. It hurt dreadfully and she cried out, unable to keep any pretence of dignity. The Master gripped her arm harder and she was forced back to immobility, but the strokes fell as methodically as ever. He wouldn’t stop, she realised, he had told her what he wanted and he was waiting for her to end it.
She couldn’t stand it any longer. “Please stop.”
“I do require a little bit more from you.”
“Please Master. Please stop now. I can’t stand anymore.”
“First tell me what you really felt about it.”
She couldn’t help hesitating until she forced herself to say it. “I loved it.”
“Good girl.” He stopped, carefully placing the ruler beside her. A hand caressed her back, then her buttocks, but Liz didn’t move waiting, for whatever torment he would inflict on her next.
“Stand up.”
Liz stood slowly, her hands trying to tug down her skirt, but his hands stopped her.
“No. Remove your blouse now, Miss Shaw. And bra, please.”
Her hands shook when she unbuttoned it. He slid it down over her shoulders, her arms unresisting as they slipped out of the sleeves. Then the bra and she closed her eyes to avoid herself from glancing down on her almost naked body. She could feel her face heat in embarrassment, but when he kissed her neck, her arousal shot through her again. Still with her eyes closed, she allowed him to turn her and push her down again, so she lay on the desk with her legs dangling over the edge. His hands, still gloved, moved over her body, gently touching her breast, smoothly skimming over her curves. She was not surprised when he gripped her hips, tugging her closer and then he was inside her and she gasped. He hurt her, but it was pleasure in it too.
“Look at me.” His voice was soft, almost tender. Liz shut her eyes harder, turning her head away. “Look at me, Elizabeth.”
The Master’s hand closed around her throat, turning her head back, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “I said; look at me.”
She choked and her eyes flew up and met his and then she couldn’t look away. His face seemed to fill her vision; it was the only thing she could see as he continued to suffocate her. Her nails dug into his hand, trying to tug him away, but he only pressed harder. Liz couldn’t breathe and she could feel panic flutter alive. He would kill her now, no matter what he had said before, but despite the pain and fear, her body still responded to his and she suddenly realised that an orgasm was building deep inside her.
Liz came harder than she ever had, fighting for air and control over her body and denied both as he moved relentlessly inside her. She lost conscience for a few seconds and then the hand around her throat was gone, holding her hips steadily, moving faster, harder and despite it all she came again, to her shame and the Master laughed.
She found that she could not find any energy to move when it was over. She lay as he left her, fighting to get her breath even, and wiping away a few treacherous tears that leaked away from her eyes despite her effort not to cry. Eventually he spoke to her, his voice cool and somewhat disdainful.
“Make yourself presentable, please, Miss Shaw.”
Liz sat up, wincing when the movement made the welts on her bottom painfully remembered and then stood, her legs shaking. She steadfastly refused to look at the Master as she pulled down her skirt and went to find her bra and blouse. She held out to not look at him until she was done, shaking her hair back and smoothing it away from her face. He stood a little distance from her, looking completely composed as he watched her with a faint half-smile.
“All set, my dear? Then why don’t you kneel for me and thank me for fulfilling your dreams?”
She could feel herself blush fiercely and she clenched hands. ”No.”
For a moment she thought he would hit her, but then he smiled broadened. “You know I can make you?”
“Yes, I know. So I suggest you force me because I will not kneel willingly for you.”
He shrugged. “Oh, you will, one day. I think I will wait for that moment, it will make it so much sweeter.”
He took her arm again and led her out of the room. To her surprise there were people outside, just standing there with their face vacant and among them were two of the soldiers the Brigadier had sent with her. On the Masters orders they went into the laboratory and started to pack things away, but he didn’t wait to see his orders fulfilled. Instead he led her down the hallway were another blank faced person was standing guard over the third soldier. He was sitting on the floor, nursing a head wound, but looked up when they approached.
“Tell the Doctor,” the Master said, “Tell him that Miss Shaw will be returned to him. When I am completely through with her.”
The young man gave Liz an alarmed look and began to say something, but then the Master nodded to the guard and the soldier was hit on his head and slumped to the floor unconscious. The Master opened the door to a cupboard and motioned for Liz to enter. Seeing no way out Liz took a deep breath and stepped inside and the door closed behind them in silence.
