Dear Jo Grant

He watched them closely, following their every move. The foolish Brigadier and that damn Doctor were finally going away for awhile, even if only for a few short hours. He had heard the phone conversation earlier through his wiretap system.

U.N.I.T was requested at the site of a UFO crashing in a small town a few hours away. This meant their main headquarters would be free, or at least easier to break into. Guards were always easy to manipulate.

Yet, he wondered; as the yellow automobile sped away, why that little girl Jo Grant had not gone with them? She seemed to follow The Doctor everywhere. But it was no big concern of his, he had better things to think about.

Although, the minor thought of Jo, alone and defenseless, flashed through his mind. He was beginning to rethink his strategy. The Master had a rather difficult decision to make.

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Jo screwed the nail into the baseboard. She was furious, and working was the only thing keeping her mind off The Doctor. He had told her to stay here! Stay here, and continue their research, while he trotted off with The Brig to some high adventure.

She had pleaded, and even screamed, but it didn't seem to phase The Doctor. So she was left with Mike and the others to work mindlessly at some boring job. Sometimes, that Doctor really infuriated her.

But she liked him, and had to admit she did sometimes get in the way. Perhaps it was for the best that he had left her this time, but Jo would make sure to go next time. Even if she had to hide in the trunk.

"I'm going to get a chain for this part here" Mike told her, but Jo's thoughts were too distracting. "Eh, ok?" He said again, and walked away.

Jo sighed as she picked up another nail, but promptly dropped the screwdriver. She turned, and gasped. "Not as efficient as The Doctors sonic screwdriver is it?" The Master's cruel eyes were looking directly at her, and she turned her head.

"Oh, come now, I'm only trying to help." He handed her the screwdriver and knelt beside her. "What is this thing you are working on?" He asked intriguingly. "It's none of your business, and I'm going for help."

She raced towards the door of the laboratory, but The Master grabbed her wrist and placed a gloved hand against her mouth. "Now, Jo, your best course of action is to stay quiet. I've already dealt with several guards and Mike Yates just in getting here, don't make me fight any more."

Jo whimpered as The Master pulled her back in the room, turning her around to face the Tardis. "He still hasn't got that contraption working, and he never will." The Master laughed as he pushed Jo inside. She stumbled as The Master walked casually into the console room.

"Why bother stealing it, you've got one of your own?" She asked defiantly. The Master looked at her and told her, "Why, my dear, I'm not stealing the Tardis, I'm stealing you!"

Jo backed up towards the door as The Master came closer, whimpering as she asked, "What are you talking about?" The Master pulled off one of his gloves as he replied, "Don't simper Jo, it's most unbecoming."

He reached out and stroked Jo's cheek as a single tear came falling down. "I'm not going to hurt you, unless you want me to." He gripped her shoulder and Jo cried silently as he pressed closer to her. He smiled at her as his lips gently kissed her cheek.

He smelled of smoke and cologne, and Jo turned her head away. "I find you a highly attractive human my dear, and that's a compliment." He laughed as he kissed her jaw, moving down to her neck. Jo was paralyzed by fear, unable to turn away.

The Master pulled her closer to him, her body pressed against his, his arms moving down to her waist and pinning her. Gently The Master began kissing Jo's chin, her other cheek, her nose, until he came to her lips. "No" Jo squealed, but he pressed his lips against hers, his arms and hands holding her prisoner.

"It would be best not to fight me." The Master told her calmly. Jo struggled against his grip, until without warning he turned her around, twirling her in a circle and picking her up in his arms. He carried her past the console room into a corridor.

Jo had never been past the front room before, although The Doctor had told her it was a rather large ship with many different rooms. She cried in The Master's arms as he kicked open different doors, muttering about no organization.

Suddenly she gasped as he took her into one room, a bedroom of sorts. The Master dumped Jo onto the bed and closed the door. She crawled to the farthest edge as he came to her, quietly gazing down at her. Jo was speechless. "That's better my dear." The Master laughed as he began to unbutton his jacket.

Jo gripped the sheets and looked at the door, calculating how far it would be to run. The Master watched her, then suddenly he slapped her hard across the face. "Now Jo, don't think of trying to escape, or I will be forced to do some very unpleasant things."

His voice was authoritative as Jo cried. She pulled the sheets to her aching cheek and held them tight. The Master was pulling off his clothes methodically, watching her every move. He quietly sat on the bed, reaching out towards Jo. "Oh, my dearest, I am so very sorry."

He stroked her hair, gently caressing her tear stained face with his fingers. He moved closer to her, and Jo trembled. She held the sheets over her clothes, terrified of The Master's advancements. "Shhhh" He whispered, clutching her shoulders and pulling her head towards his chest.

She laid against him, hearing the sound of two hearts beating. It was almost like when The Doctor held her, that soft melody of beats. She trembled against The Master, and he stroked her hair, gently massaging her neck.

Tenderly, The Master kissed her head, caressing her cheek as she looked at him. He reached down and kissed her, a soft gentle caress. She kissed him back, terrified of what he might do if she didn't. Jo felt his hands tugging at her shirt, and she obliged. The Master continued to kiss her, his tongue entering her mouth.

Jo felt her body respond to his against her will; yet never the less she leaned into his lips, her own tongue exploring his. They broke apart as The Master pulled off her shirt, and began to unfasten her bra. Jo gasped as he leaned down, cupping one breast in his hand and kissing it tenderly.

He sucked on her nipple, and Jo bit her lips to keep from crying. She tried to pretend it was The Doctor, told herself it was him playing with her breasts. She closed her eyes and felt The Master's hands against her waist, moving her around until she was on top of his waist, his obvious erection pressed against her pants. She looked down in fear, watching his fingers pulling her buttons apart.

Suddenly The Master pushed her backwards. Jo fell on her back at the end of the bed, whimpering as The Master flung her shoes to the ground, pulled her pants and her panties off, and laughed.

She closed her eyes, thinking about The Doctors laugh, of how gentle and kind he was. She felt The Master's lips against her thighs, her stomach, kissing and licking her lower body. It was difficult to ignore his beard, those pesky whiskers tickling her flesh.

The Doctor wouldn't have that, Jo thought. She cried silently as The Master moaned, his lips against her inner sanctum. She willed herself not to enjoy it, this was not what she wanted. Yet she sighed as her body responded naturally to the pleasure, her hips bucking against The Master's invasive tongue, licking and caressing her.

Jo imagined what The Doctor would do, and without warning she moaned. The Master laughed, coming back to her face and kissing her hard on the lips. Jo gave in, kissing him back as he plunged his hard cock into her.

He thrust deep as Jo pressed her hips against him, groaning with her eyes closed. The Master grabbed her breast with his hand, his other hand holding his body over Jo. He kneaded her breast, pulling and pressing it.

Jo pumped her hips towards The Master, as he pressed himself deep inside her. He moaned as the pleasure swept through his body, every nerve and cell of his flesh on fire. Jo imagined, in her mind, The Doctor thrusting himself into her, called out her name in desire.

She responded to her fantasy, the sweet pleasure rampaging her body. She felt the intense heat of her orgasm flooding her as she cried out in ecstasy. Suddenly she felt the whiskers of The Master's beard against her lips again, kissing her deep and rough as he came inside her.

She began to cry as he pumped himself, his final thrusts languid and lustful. Jo made no attempts to quiet herself, the tears running down her cheeks. "No, oh my dear, my dear Jo Grant." The Master held her, rocking her against his chest as she listened to his heartbeats, faster than they were before.

She whimpered as he stroked her arm, holding her tight. "It's alright, everything's ok." He whispered. Quietly Jo entangled herself from The Master's grip. "If you'll let me go now please?" She asked quietly.

The Master nodded, "Of course." He stood up and began to dress himself. Jo carelessly flung her clothes on. She would burn them tonight, explain to anyone who asked that she was Pro-Feminism, and that those clothes had to go.

She stood silently as The Master took her wrist and led her back through the corridor. Before they entered the console room, he stopped and looked at her. "You know you must not tell anyone, especially The Doctor." He slapped her then, a quick hard hit to her cheek.

"Remember that Jo Grant." She did not cry out, but stood defiant. The Master led her out of the console room into the laboratory. "Here I must leave you, but we will meet again."

He smiled and caressed her cheek, kissing her gently. The Master left, and Jo waited a few moments before leaving herself. She ran outside, past a startled guard.

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He stood on the hill, watching them arrive. The Brigadier was carrying something in a large sack. Jo Grant ran towards The Doctor, hugging him tight, her head pressed against his chest. The Doctor looked startled, and gently held Jo as she smiled. Together they walked back into headquarters, and The Master walked towards his Tardis.