It's A Thankless Job

The Master never thought that being the Time Lords perfect weapon would be so damn boring! He was perfect only because he was in secret. The Councilor called him whenever they needed someone to infiltrate a potential enemy’s strong hold or planet and find the secrets. He was always going to be the master of disguise, despite whatever form he picked. At times it was challenging, pretending to be a Slitheen in a rubber but all too real suit, just to get Intel that the race had on his own.

But it soon grew so boring!

It was no fun to being told what to do, how to dress, and what the plan was. The Time Lords took the fun out of being the Master. Centuries ago, the Master did the same but on his own time and motive. He got the last laugh and would get pleasure from the shock faces once he revealed himself. The most joy he got was from the Doctor himself, he thought that the man helping him turned out to the Master. It was fun, all fun. But now, there were no shock faces or great revealing.

Now, he just came back from a boring and simple (not to mention too easy) mission. This mission was different because he was aided by CIA agents, two of them. Cavisadoratrelundar and Gandarotethetledrax were both Celestial Intervention Agency (CIA for short) agents had to be taught to be disguised as other Time Lords. Cavis was suppose to be the great Lady President Romana and Gander disguised as himself, the Master. While they were other people, the Master was shock to be told to look like the Doctor, and he even worn the Doctor’s old clothing. The mission was just simply to find out who was after the Lady President and get rid of them. they completed the mission with ease but Master came out of there wanting to wash himself free of the Doctor off his body. Though, Gander just opted to wear the Master’s old clothing and keep it.

All during the mission, Gander and Cavis both exclaim their loyalty to the Lady President, thinking as the woman was a model or goddess or some sort. The Master would place his second heart that they each lusted and/or loved the Time Lady. The older time lord didn’t blame them. it was two years since his last intimate encounter of the Time Lady.

Intimate was very stressed out. What began as a torture, his body being beaten and bruised to the point of looking like a red and purple pile of mush, twisted into a new direction all together. The Master never fathom ever having sex with Romana, the once companion of the Doctor. He paused, stopping in his stride down the hallways of the residential sector of this planet. The Master fucked Romana, there was no better word for it expect the rough and sharp word. They both came out that moment beaten up and bloody and satisfied for months to come.

The Master always enjoyed sex because it released control to him and he could easily manipulate any person to believing that he truly cared for them. To dominate in sex was to dominate in life. The only time he let someone be free of any traces of manipulating was his time, no Koschei’s time, with his beloved friend Theta Sigma. Koschei and Theta Sigma shared things from board to secrets and even their own bodies.

There was no immoral grounds on which the same gender being intimate. Because of the plague that had ravished natural birth, parents just input their DNA and created children. There was no need to have male and female only relationships where having children was the objective of the joining of the two people. Now, Time Lords can have both male and/or female lovers and marriages. There were even some harems out there.

The Master, no matter what he could do, could not get Romana out of his head. It was becoming to a point where the drums were clashing with the thoughts of ravishing her body. Every time he took a lover, he was the dominate one, always. However, with her, he had no idea if he was the dominate one or the submissive one. It was driving him more insane.

His feet agreed with his thoughts and walked toward the suite that the Lord Presidents always claimed as their own. The guards were easily to get rid of, a quick hypnotic stare sent them to guard a potted plant. The Master opened the door to the suite. It was quick find, finding the entrance of her bedroom. It was behind a large portrait of the scenery of 1970’s Paris, France. He pushed the Eiffel Tower handle under it twisted and with a click, the painting opening.

The bedroom of this Time Lady was entering a room made especially for a queen. The rich carpet under his feet was so attempting to bury his toes into the soft cotton. The blue background was graced with swirls of silver, mingling into the Gallifreyian alphabet. With a tilt of his head, he could see that the carpet letter was actually a poem. Dark wooden panels made up the wall, straight and firm lines curving up to meet in a mound as tall spires danced on the top. Above the wooden panels was painted scenery of the timeline of Gallifrey. Only the big events like the creation of Time Lords and so on.

The Master saw many matching furniture, all the same type of fabric and wooden material. A large post stood in the middle of the room, big iron circles wedged into the fine wood. Stroking the wood, the Time Lord wonder why on Rassilon’s name was this here. A discarded silk rope laid at the bottom of the pillar, the ends wrinkled up as if the fabric was just unleashed from restraint. Plucking the black silk, he inhaled the scent of it. It smelled feminine as the sharp perfume musk overlaid the sweat and even tears embedded in the cloth.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in my bed chambers?”

He felt a smirk pull it’s way over his lips as he heard the loud and fierce voice of the woman who had done a number on his body and mind. He twirled around, a spin to his step. “Hello, Mistress President.”

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Yes, a cliffhanger! I would cackle but that is saved for the Master. Please rate and review. The next few chapters are going to be smutty.