Queen and Mistress

Detailed summary: Peri was a companion of the Fifth and Sixth Doctors. She parted from the Doctor under very confused circumstances and her actual status is uncertain in canon. One of the possibilities is that she ended up married to the king of a semi-barbaric space going race.
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The door opened.

“Have you got that ammunitions inventory ready, Hrulth?” The Queen looked up from her data pad, and gasped.

It wasn’t Hrulth at the door. It was the Master.

“What do you want? I haven’t seen the Doctor in years and if I knew where the scumbag was, I’d tell you,” she said warily.

“I have seen the Doctor since your last meeting with him, Majesty.”

“Oh, please, like you care about my title, Master.”

“I regret that it is not as pleasant on your ears as is the hearing of mine from your lips.”

The Master’s appreciative stare gave Peri her due. She’d matured into a sensationally beautiful woman. She still had doe brown eyes and a generous mouth, but being a queen of cutthroats and mercenaries had honed her looks beyond prettiness into strength. Her men, bequeathed her on the death of her mate Yrcanos, followed her with fanatical loyalty. Her beauty was a factor in that feeling, but in truth, she was a better leader than her husband had been. She valued their lives more dearly and she had a sharper head for figures.

“Then what do you want?” Peri kept her chin up. She could not afford to appear weak in front of her men.

“To hire you.”

“We don’t do conquest, murder, or theft.” Unless there’s no cash at all.

“I would never have come to you for such a purpose. I want a security detail for a shipment I’m making.”

You’ve given up the villain trade? Peri stopped the words before they left her lips. She stood up. “In that case, please come in and make yourself comfortable. Firewater?” It was the literal name of her planet’s finest brandy-equivalent.

The Master smiled. It actually appeared to reach his eyes, though she would never trust herself to read him.

“If you’d be so kind. You’ve become a talented businesswoman, your Majesty.”

Young Peri Brown, the Doctor’s innocent companion, would have shouted defiance at the Master. Then she’d been under the Doctor’s protection. Now one of the most evil beings in the Universe was drinking her liquor and discussing a business deal with her.

She had once made off with an archaeological artifact when she’d needed money. Now it was a whole planet that needed money and it was up to Queen Peri to run the economy. At stake was not a trip to Morocco with a couple of English guys she’d met in a bar, but the lives of her people. Peri tried not to think about it too often.

The Master claimed this particular business venture was quite legitimate. “The proceeds of criminal ventures, my dear Queen Peri, are subject to forfeiture, seizure, and theft. A legitimate investment can be insured. Fortunately, this part of the galaxy has very stringent laws protecting privacy, and as long as my money is traceable, I need not be. I chose to hire you because you know that I will not brook incompetence or treachery. When I tell you I will destroy this planet if you do not fulfill the terms of our contract, you know I mean it.”

Peri shuddered. “I don’t want you as an enemy, either personally or as planetary sovereign. The contract has standard clauses for the privacy of the employer, but we will cooperate with law enforcement inquiries submitted in the proper form.”

The Master twirled his shot glass. “Not a difficulty,” he said blithely, and took a sip.

“And if you don’t hold up your part of the bargain, we will respond with every means at our command from legal to military to obtain our payment. Even if we must take it out of your hide. That’s how we stay in business.”

“You are welcome to try,” came the equanimical reply, delivered across the rim of his glass. She could not deny there was a certain thrill in matching wits with the Master. A reckless, foolish thrill, no doubt, but it made her heart beat faster. He was an evil bastard, but at least he had style. The usual threats she faced these days were from military types, diplomats, or lawyers. She’d rather see a gun pointed at her than a secure documents carrier the way things were nowadays. You could shoot the other gunman.

“If you’d care to stay for supper, you can tell me what the last mess was that you left the Doctor in,” Peri smiled.

“Tut-tut, my dear. What happened to the sweet young girl I once knew?” the Master inquired, acidly but with the glint of laughter in his ice blue eyes.

“She nearly had her brain removed, was abandoned in the middle of nowhere and nowhen by a Time Lord, married a barbarian king and got widowed and stuck with a planet of half-starved, half-literates on the edge of civilization.”

“But you’ve done so well. Certainly, I will join you at supper.”

It was a date.

Purely business, of course.

The weight and size of him battered at her. Fortunately, it was never more than a couple of minutes. Then he was happy if she cooed at him admiringly and insisted on sleeping in the wet spot. The rest of the time he was so damned respectful and gentle that she couldn’t help being fond of him. She could put up with the ten minutes it took for foreplay, intercourse, and his drop into slumber. She was safe.

Gratitude is a poor incentive to desire.

The safety only lasted a year before he was killed on a raid along with the most hotheaded of his men. Peri, left Queen Regent until a new king was chosen, declared they were going legit. Somehow the Krontep Elders who were the rest of the government couldn’t ever decide on a candidate to replace Yrcanos. She suspected they preferred the current setup. Peri had most of the power by default, anyway. Sure, she respected the Elders, but the fighting men (which included a few fighting women) followed Queen Peri.

It was amazing how many corporations were pleased to do business with a pretty young queen of neo-barbarians. She dressed the part, let them take some images with her, and they gave her people work. The majority of the money was being funneled back into the civilian infrastructure for food and education.

If the money kept coming in, by the next generation Peri could retire and write her memoirs. ‘Space Adventuress: How I Saved A Planet Flat On My Back’ by Perpugilliam Brown, ex-Queen of Thoros Alpha. Peri fastened her amethyst eardrops. Yrcanos had always liked seeing her in purple. The gown she’d chosen matched the gems, and was edged with black lace. It was a regal style, leaving her shoulders bare but only a hint of cleavage.

Because she wouldn’t be crazy enough to seduce the Master. She couldn’t even think about it. There’s no way she’d want to.

“You told him I was alive?”

“Years ago, my dear. I suppose he thought you had a fine situation. He has a point, you know. You’re the only companion who left him to become a planetary ruler.”

“It’s not like he’d encourage it,” Peri said sharply. She’d been chatting with the Master over a final glass of wine. Now she stood and walked out onto the balcony, peripherally aware of her black velvet shadow.

It hurt too much to talk about the Doctor. She’d thought there were no more tears, no more hurt left, that she could laugh at him. It seemed that inside Peri was still that girl who’d gone on summer vacation and thought herself up for all kinds of excitement. She’d trusted the Doctor if not to protect her from anything, then to care for the greater good.

He’d died for her. And then he tried to strangle me.

Maybe she’d never understand the Doctor. At least the Master was an honest villain. He wore his bad intentions on his black velvet sleeve.

“I think I preferred his former incarnation,” the Master murmured in her ear. “He may have been improbably boyish and nauseatingly upright, but at least he was decorative, if one likes pretty fair-haired youths.”

He certainly was obsessed with the Doctor. “Is that what you like?” she inquired lightly.

“My lust is for power, dear Peri, and my desire, always, is to be master of all I survey. Have you forgotten?”

Her pulse fluttered. “I remember seeing you cut down to size,” Peri said, deliberately provocative. She was proud of the control in her voice and aware of how very fragile her control was.

“And I recall that you said you could shout as loud as I can. I think, your Majesty, with all due respect, that you scream like a girl.” He pinned her wrists behind her back, his gloved hands vice like. Bearded lips took hers, and despite the cruelty of his grip his kiss wooed her senses.

Heat spilled through her veins. She wanted this. She wanted to surrender, though it was not a conquest if the Master took what she offered him. Peri had to be Queen all the time, and she was tired of always having to be the strong one.

He used a one handed grip on her wrists and caressed her body with his freed hand, calmly appraising her assets. Peri didn’t just sit behind a desk. Yrcanos had given her warrior training. She didn’t have to be good enough to be in the front line, but she’d learned tactics and strategy and she was physically fit. “Fit for a King,” the Master chuckled, mirroring her thoughts. Maybe he could read her mind, but she didn’t have anything to hide from him if he did.

His hand had slipped into the neck of her dress, gloved fingers harsh on her nipple. A moan roughened her voice. “I gave orders that we should not be disturbed,” Peri told the Master.

“Dear Peri, you rise in my estimation moment by moment.” He kissed her again, and this time his mouth demanded rather than wooed, testing the limits of her submission.

Why had she always known that he could feel this kind of desire, when she’d never seen it in the Doctor? Maybe it had been some non-verbal signal that had added to her instinctive fear at him on first sight. Now Peri was older, harder, her body had matured, and her options were few. She tilted her head back to his shoulder to break the kiss, and asked, “Do you ever take off those gloves?”

“Occasionally.” He guided the gown off her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Pooling around her feet, it revealed there was no other garment to discard.

“Don’t be in a hurry.” His sinister chuckle added to her shudder as the gloved hand explored her body. In her mind’s eye it was almost detached, an evil black crab leaving the Master’s spoor on her flesh, the sign of his domination.

“Do you think this will gain you more favorable terms on the contract? It is an impressive tool of negotiation.” Gloved fingers delved into her sex and she rubbed herself against his velvet-clad body like an animal in heat. She was afraid and she was intensely aroused. Nevertheless, his words stung.

“No,” Peri said defiantly, “And it won’t improve your bargaining position either.”

The Master’s laughter sounded genuine. Had she surprised him?

“I know my position is nothing in the eyes of a Time Lord. I don’t care. I have to be Queen to these people, but to you, a queen is nothing, and Peri Brown is just a foolish little human girl, far away from her own time and place. I don’t care.”

Peri turned in his grasp, and he let her shift though he still firmly held one wrist behind her, where he could make it hurt in an instant. “Tomorrow and afterwards I’m Queen again, because they believe in me. But tonight I want you and I’ll do anything you want that stays between us, in this place.”

The light was behind him; she could barely make out his face except for the gleam of teeth. She could imagine that cruel smile. “You offer me what is mine to take, should I desire it?” The existence of his desire was making itself evident against her belly. “Do you think I could not break you, your Majesty?”

“If you choose to break me, I can’t stop you. The only thing I can offer you that you can’t force, is my free consent. It’s your choice. Do you want a doll or a woman? Is destruction the only pleasure left to you, Master?” Saying his name in this context made her body feel so weak with need that she could barely stand straight.

He leaned into her, and whispered in her ear, “Maybe I will take your gift and break you anyway.”

“Are you only going to make threats or are you going to follow through on them?” Peri replied, her voice equally soft. She traced the point of her tongue over the whorls of his ear. His flesh was much cooler than hers. He drew a deep breath and sank his fingers into her hair, knotting them in the elegant twist. It hurt; his fingers dug into her wrist and he hauled her around and propelled her into the bedroom beyond her private dining chamber.

It was dark, and he did not bother with the lights. He shoved her towards the bed, and she sprawled across it. Her hair came down in wild tangles over her shoulders, it had grown out long since she’d first been dragged half-drowned into a blue police box.

“The lights—“

He interrupted her. “You may not speak except to say, ‘Yes, Master’, unless specifically instructed. The light in here is sufficient for my eyes, human. I can see you very well. Can you see anything?”

“No, Master.” Peri knelt on the bed, listening through the darkness. She fancied she heard the rasp of velvet moving over velvet.

He laughed, and by the sound she could tell he was coming closer. Cold hands—the gloves had been warmer—closed on her upper arms and slid up to take her throat. Thumbs rested lightly against her pulse points. “Do you enjoy acknowledging my dominance?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Are you weary of having to control the vagaries of a world even more primitive than your own?”

“Yes, Master.” He knew. He’d always known, maybe even from before he’d walked into her office.

“You are a lovely animal. I intend to enjoy your body to the last limit of my desires. If you fail to give me what you have promised, your free consent, I will break you, slowly and painfully. You will no longer need to carry any burdens, including the burden of life.”

Peri’s heart hammered against her ribs. His thumbs pressed in and she knew he could feel her pulse race and that he was drinking in her fear. She knew he meant every word. Maybe she was sick to want this but she was outside any rule she’d been raised with, and her body was more than willing. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.

His fingers knotted in her hair again and guided her. Peri was not surprised to find his cock, swollen and barely warmer than his hands, nudging at her lips. Without waiting for instructions or permissions, she kissed the head. His scent was more alien than her late husband’s had been, but it was still recognizably male. “Use only your mouth, human. Show me your willingness to please.” His voice had deepened. There was a wicked little sense of satisfaction that she’d made him feel desire. She didn’t care to examine the feeling and let it be swallowed up in the undeniable pleasure of submission.

Her tongue licked hard, worked on the cock and drew it between her lips. Peri started to suckle on him, and knew that the Master wouldn’t try too hard not to hurt her. She was ready for the painful grip that pulled her closer, was glad for all those dates in high school and college that had taught her the same skill she was using on a Time Lord. Did it lower him in his own eyes? Is that why no light, or was it just to keep her blind? He ate and drank, why shouldn’t he enjoy this?

After all, the Master was one to enjoy himself however he pleased, even to the indulgence of baser appetites.

He fucked her mouth rather than simply let her suck him. He was deliberately making it difficult for her, making her go the extra length to prove her willingness. Peri’s painfully acquired survival skills kept her alert to any change in his motion. Meanwhile… she wasn’t merely enjoying the challenge, she was relishing it. She loved hearing the faint hitches in his breath. The Master could control his respiratory system very well, but his cock twitching in her mouth was not an artifact of choice.

“Enough. Close your lips tightly.” He pushed Peri’s head back. Her scalp was sore. He withdrew from her mouth and she panted gratefully for breath the first chance she had. His thumbs hooked under the corner of her jaws and pushed her face up. She imagined him looking down at her.

“You really are a beautiful woman, even by my exacting standards. So often the beauty of a human lies in carnal appeal. I believe your species has a vulgar expression to describe a woman’s mouth. You know it, don’t you, your Majesty?”

Peri didn’t understand at all how she could hate the cruel words and be aroused at the same time. “Yes, Master.”

“Tell me what your lips are called.”

“My lips are cock sucking lips, Master.”

He laughed delightedly and patted her cheek. “Well done. Almost you move me to mercy. Do you desire my mercy, Peri?”

She drew in a ragged breath. “No, Master.” Peri had barely spoken when he slapped her. It stung her face, and she barely registered it before he slapped her again on the other side.

“I think it may amuse me to change your answer. I trust, my dear, that you will continue in this delicious frankness?”

“Yes, Master.”

His hand fisted her hair again and he dragged her to her feet. She couldn’t restrain a cry of pain and got smacked hard across the ass. “If you wish to scream, I can make you scream, girl. Spread your legs. Lean forward over the bed. Put your hands down. Don’t move.”

Anticipation churned the entire area between Peri’s thighs. She could feel muscles fluttering far up into her belly, and her sex was wet enough to dribble down her thighs.

The Master pulled on her hair, making her arch her back and strain trying to follow his painful grip. He leaned over her. The sinister voice presented itself to her ear like the whisper of the devil. “Do you want my cock in your hot, slimy human hole?” He was laughing at her, laughing though she felt his cock jabbing against the swollen folds of her sex.

“Yes, Master.” Breathless, Peri waited while he rubbed against her, stroking through her slit. Her nails dug into the bedclothes.

“Do you? I think you want something else. I think you want me to make you scream.”

Peri held her breath.

“Do you want me to fuck you now, or do you want me to make you scream, Peri?”

“Make me scream, Master,” she begged. Sex with him was not sufficient. Any man could fuck. She wanted what only he could give. Only then would she be fucking the Master.

“Ah, Peri,” he breathed, and twisted her head so that he could kiss her. The tendons of her neck burned and his lips hit hers so hard that she tasted blood. She almost came. The blood roared in her ears and it took a moment for her to process what he said next.

“If you scream before I give you permission, I will break your neck.”

Something snapped down across her back. It branded her skin and the crack it made startled her into a jump. She drew in a breath, but then his hand tightened and she swallowed her scream.

She wished she knew what he was hitting her with. A belt, perhaps? Something supple and whippy. It drew lines across her skin like the track of a fiery snake. Even if there had been light, the ruthless hand in her hair kept her facing forward. Tears spilled onto her cheeks, but she made no audible sob. She was listening, her ears sharpening trying to catch even the creak of his muscles or the indrawn breath that would signal his next blow. It always came by surprise, and in the limited range of motion he granted her, Peri writhed.

A blow struck high on her inner thigh and she whimpered. His hand twisted her head in instant response, and she bit down any noise that she might make, struggled, sucked in hard breaths through her nose with her mouth clamped shut as the hardest blow yet striped her ass.

The Master laughed. It was the most joyous sound she’d ever heard from him. “Scream,” he said.

Had Peri heard the permission given or only imagined it? The scream filled her belly, choked her unvoiced, waiting. The air whistled, the instrument came down on her shoulders and Peri shrieked more than she ever had for Daleks or slugs or Sharaz Jek. Another blow, and she screamed her betrayal at the Doctor.

The Master filled her with one hard stroke, fingers on her hip digging into her flesh and making her rock to his thrusts. The stripes up and down her back burned, the pain danced like flames. He was rubbing against them and their mingled sweat stung. Her next scream was more a moan of pure, if dark, satisfaction. The Master pulled free of her. He heaved her up farther onto the bed and rolled her onto her back.

Peri gasped as the familiar, soft bedclothes suddenly felt like sand paper across the whip marks. The Master’s body covered hers, just as sweaty but still strangely cold. His cock speared into her like ice. “You’re the devil,” Peri said without permission but with complete conviction. He kissed her and thrust again. For once, the Master did not have the breath even to chuckle. She climaxed, hungrily arching her body to be filled though the wheals on her back complained at every motion.

Once she’d been an American botany student, stepdaughter of an archaeologist. Perpugilliam Brown had been a little spoiled and a lot more naïve. By the morning, though she might live, Peri was sure that any remaining naivety would be dead. She caressed the back of the murderer in her bed and buried any last qualms of her conscience under her body’s demand for satiation.

The Queen did wonder, briefly, if she would know her own eyes the next time she met them in a mirror.

The End