It's A Thankless Job

A/N: This story is unbeta so it will have some grammar issues. But keep reading. And review!
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Romanadvoratrelundar, the Lady President of all Nine Gallifreys was not in a state of any sort of calm. If she was a human, her short black hair would be falling out from all the stress weighing on her shoulders. Her heavy Gallfreyian robes were thrown over her tall chair, having been there for so many hours. Romana had been stuck in her office for what seemed for days. After the attack on the Academy, a surprise attack from the Daleks, Romana had been sending out letters to those families of the children who had died.

It was just stupid how she was the Lord President of Gallifrey and she couldn't have been placed on the seat at the worst of times. The Time War. Another one of many Wars. Her second body, the blond that smiled far too much, couldn't even handle captivity for twenty years with those hellish metal beasts. The anger she had had moving through her body was still in her veins. Nothing in the universe could match that sort of anger, pain, and humility she had felt.

Romana dropped the fountain pen on the table, the memories of those years coming to surface. It added to the stress already. She felt like hurting someone. Anything to deal out this pain.

The door to her mighty office was open and a man walked in. He was dressed in ruby red Gallifreyian robes, his shoulder piece looked worn out. It had been from another Councillor, before they were killed in battle. "L-Lady President?" even his stutter, his nerves of speaking to her directly was on her last ends.

"What?" she snapped, though her voice was calm.

He swallowed, "He is making havoc with the other soldiers. Saying stories that have made the recruits turn back to the front lines,"

She frowned, her ruby lipstick turned downwards in annoyance. "Pronouns don't help, Councilor. Who is it?"

"The Master."

Romana knew that since she voted against his resurrection, the Master had been creating havoc on the battlefield. Nothing to hurt their chances at winning the war, it was just annoying. This was his third strike and like the Earthian game of baseball, he was out. She opened her mouth to order the nervous Councillor to send him to another position when a though struck her. Her lips twitched in almost forgotten smile.

She got up, putting on her robes over her casual attire. "Send him to the dungeons. I will personally see to it that he gets punished." she ordered.

The Councilor squeaked like a mouse and almost ran out. Her smile was like those times when she gorged herself on jelly babies. No, it meant that there will be blood to be spilled. And the Master was unlucky to be in that position.

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The Master was humming wishfully, not giving the chains around his wrists as any sort of threat. It would only be a few lashing, yelling from the guards, and then sent on his way. The guards weren't even allowed nine tail whips or anything good that could be use to scar him. It was like being hit with a wet towel. He could feel the hard stone pressed against his thin shirt. The cold was soothing against his skin. It was nice really. The real treatment.

The door to the little room was a heavy wooden door. A little window that he could peek out from, if he craned his head ever so lightly, to see the guard stationed there. He was watching the back of the man, charged to guard his door. Like the Master would get out. What would be the fun in that?

He arched a eyebrow, curious when the guard had someone to talk to. The Time Lord couldn't hear the words passed through, but he could sense the guard was surprised. Soon the guard disappeared from view, leaving the Master to guess where he went to. The door opened and walked in the most interesting person he had seen in awhile.

"Lady Romanadvoratrelundar," he smirked, bowing mockingly at her. "What pleasure do I owe that I have you to grace my air with you?"

She didn't respond, only dragged into a wooden box into the room. The Time Lady grabbed it and placed next to the thin bed that was off to the corner. The bed itself was used when he was kept for solitary confinement. Over the years, this room was his. The Master watched from his position on the wall, at the black haired beauty. She opened the box, her back to him as she search inside.

Romana turned around, keeping one hand behind her back and the other one in front of her. The one he could see was holding the key to his shackles. She unlocked them, letting them drop. The Master gave her a smirk in thanks. Before he could turn to leave, he was pushed back into the wall. He was turned around, pressing his stomach into the surface of the cold stone. He trashed against the bizarre strength the Lady President had. His hands were lifted up and shackled to the chains that came out from on wall.

The Master growl, pulling against his binds. "Release me!" he ordered

She let out a laugh behind him. It was cold, hollow, and sent a strange shiver down his spine. "Are you ordering me around, Master? I'm your leader and your damn President!"

He smirked, "And not really a good president. A good one would have ended this war years ago!" he laughed

The Master gave out a surprise scream when something heavy and sharp was thrown against his back. It was a piece of glass embedded into his flesh. Romana pulled back, the piece of glass ripping off some bits of skin and the cloth of his shirt.

Romana smirked, holding the whip proudly in her hands. The ends had pieces of broken glass, heavy stones, and even two little blades. She raised the instrument in her hand and let her arm guide it downwards. The Master screamed when he was whipped again. Again and again and again, the Time Lady whipped him.

By the time he was panting from the pain, his throat hoarse from the screams, his back was littered in thick cuts. His shirt was tattered and barely there. Romana dropped the whip and walked behind him. "Do you apologize for ordering me around, Master?" she breathed in his ear.

He glared at her with his sharp, hate and pain filled eyes. "Fuck you,"

"Too bad," she said before taking the ends of the shirt and ripping it off his body. He was left with only his pants. His shoes and socks were taken away from him when he first entered the cell.

Romana felt her hearts slowly, barely, becoming less heavy. The screams he had emitted made her shiver with anticipation and pleasure. Having someone else, someone she shrived to take down, in pain made her feel good. The Master was the perfect example. No one liked him. No one cared about him. And no one would care if she hurt him a few times.

Her eyes were drawn to the blood oozing out of his wounds. The way they were colored, like the fields of wheat growing outside the Citadel mixed with blood of the fallen Time Lords. It was beautiful and it drew her in. Against his lightly tan skin brought the color out so well. The wounds were darker red than the red liquid moving down his backside, staining his pants.

Romana felt her hearts quicken, as she though of what to do next. All she had planned was to whip him a few times and that was it. But seeing him in pain like this made her feel something that had been buried for many years. She took of her robes, placing them on the bed and rolled up the sleeves of her shirt.

Grabbing a wooden paddle from the box, she walked closer to the Master. She swung hard, hitting his sharply. He bucked against the wall, his chest scrapping against the stones. He let out a groan of pain. The Master was always in charge of things. Even from how he drank to how he controlled people. Now, he was stuck in a position where someone had the reigns, and making the Master the theoretical bitch. It felt strange to be in that position. But it was a kind of feeling that sent shivers down his spine. It made his stomach turn up the heat and could feel blood pouring downwards. Romana swung again, harder each time. Yet every time, the Master groans grew less and less painful. He was asking for the next strike against his bruised and sore bottom to come.

"Had enough?" she asked after the last paddle. Her breath was coming into short pants, her body shaking from the adrenaline she was feeling.

The Master nodded, "Yes. I had enough of this,"

Romana didn't breath out a sigh of relief at this. The less she spent down here any more, the better. When she thought she heard a groan of pleasure coming from him, Romana felt a strike of lighting hit her belly. This was affecting her in more ways than just stress getting relieved. She grabbed the key from the pocket of her robes and unlocked the chains.

The Master turned around slowly, looking at the flushed face of the Lady President. He bit back a laugh when she saw her eyes immediately looking down at him. Before she could give him her legendary glare, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her onto the bed. The Master pinned her against the scratch cloth was a pathetic excuse for a blanket. Romans squirmed underneath him, trying to fight him off.

"Release me!" she screamed up at him.

He smirked, "Guess who is in charge now, Lady President?" he purred out, his biceps pressing against her arms. "Whoever thought that the cheeky, light haired companion of the Doctor's could be so....naughty?"

Romana abruptly her squirming stopped when he said that words. "What?" she asked her voice low.

The Master was enjoying seeing the panic in her eyes. She didn't want to admit it. "You liked watching me bleed. When hitting me until I screamed in pain," he said, leaning down until his mouth touched her ear. "And you aren't the only one."

"Wh-" Romana gave out a squeak when the Master rubbed against her. His arousal was pressed against her core; he was moving his hips ever so lightly to make it move against her. "S-Stop!"

His pink tongue poke out between his teeth and strung along the edges of her ear. He released the pressure against her arm to trail one hand down her side, lightly touching her. He could feel her body shaking under her shirt. The Master bucked against her hard, making her let out a sharp gasp. He chuckled against her throat, feeling her rapid heart beats under her pale skin. "If you want me to stop, end this high just say the word, my Lady President."

Romana drew in a breath at his words. It felt seductive. Everything about him was seductive. The Master teased the flesh of her belly, drawing the shirt up slowly. His callous thumb circled the skin around where her belly button would be. "....Stop," she panted, "Don't stop." she had gone over the deep end when his fingers danced over her skin.

The Master moved back, grabbing the middle of her button down shirt and tearing it to shreds. Buttons went flying into the air, colliding with the surface of the walls. Like an animal, he lunged forward and bite down the flesh above her breast. Romana gasped in pain, wincing she felt his dull teeth pierce her skin. The Master drew back an inch and circled the thinly bleeding wound with his tongue, bathing over the little pierces. She moaned, the wetness of his muscle doing strange wonders to her.

The Master pulled down the bra that was supporting her breasts. The under wire dug into her skin, it didn't hurt but more of added to the experience. He attacked her nipples feverishly, taking the hard bud between his lips and biting down. He gave the same treatment to the nipples as he did with first bite. He swirled his tongue around and drawing the breast further into his mouth. Romana moaned finally, squirming at his work.

It felt wrong, to be letting the Master do this to her. He was the one man that could only truly destroy the Doctor. He was the mastermind behind the worst of events. He was a rogue in the Time Lord society. The Master was dangerous, crazy, evil, and hurtful. But what he was doing to her made her mind explode in pleasure. Romana supposed that the saying was right; there is a thing line between hate and love.

The Master looked down at the panting, face flushed, chest heaving Time Lady under him. His pants were tight around him, his state of arousal pulling against the fabric of the pants. He couldn't give in so soon. "Tell me, what do you want?"

Romana, now too lost in this pleasure to give any real thought, whispered, "You."

He smirked, loving the feeling he was having over the self righteous Lady President. "What do you want me to do?"

She looked at him, her eyes dark with lust. She had already gone this far, what was the point of stopping? "Fuck me."

The Master was thankful she wasn't going to play games with him. If she hadn't been straight to the point, he would have forgo anymore control he would have and just dove right in. He grabbed the hem on her pants and pulled down sharply. Romana moved her hips up to help him. He didn't care to look at her underwear before he ripped it off. The snap of elastic against her bare flesh made Romana whimper in pain.

The Time Lord licked his lips at her, his hands fumbling to get his pants off of himself. He pushed down the offending trousers and underwear, throwing them away. His cock stood tall, hard, the tip leaking with precome. Romana eyes went wide, looking at his erection with great interest. She looked back at him, her eyes saying her words from earlier. This was one order he could follow.

Romana screamed in pain laced with pleasure when he slammed into her entrance. There was no time for formalities, no preparations than what she was given. She hadn't had sex in centuries. She grabbed at the evil man's arms, digging her nails into his flesh. He groaned, thrusting hard and fast inside of her. Each thrust made Romana pant or moan. The Master gain speed, slamming himself against her. His ball sack slapped against her skin, adding the sound of flesh against flesh.

Romana reached up, around his back and pushed against the still bloody wounds on his back. He groaned in pain, wincing at her long fingernails drawing up his blood. He kept going, burying his face against her throat. His beard grazed against her shoulder as she drew bloody designs on his back and arms. Even after being taken down from the wall, she was still trying to gain control.

The Master growled, bucking hard inside her. She moaned, arching her head back and giving him flesh to suck on. Together, they moved as one, against each other and with each other. Romana panted heavily, feeling her edge coming sooner than she had hoped. She wanted to last, be the last one but this was too much for her.

She grabbed onto his shoulders, her toes curling up as her body exploded with pleasure. Romana gave out a scream of ecstasy as she yelled out his name into the air for all to hear. The Master move through the orgasm, drawing the last of her pleasure into it. He followed her a minute later, slamming into her and letting loose his seed, letting it coax her insides.

The Master rested his body against hers, both of them panting from exhaustion. He kissed her shoulder lightly, almost marking her as his. He swore he could hear her faintly saying 'Thank you' but that could have been his own imagination.

"I should get into trouble more often," he laughed casually.

Romana went frigid under him, her voice returning back to it's cold natural self. "It will never happen again."

The Master didn't believe her for one second.