"Lives like mayflies," she repeated in between whimpers. "Completely... completely insignificant, yeah?"

Because nothing could be more significant than the way his mouth felt on her breast, the way his teeth inflicted just the mildest stab of of pain - just enough to make her wet for more. Jenny nodded, watching him with wide and amazed eyes. Her father had rejected her inheritance an her Master... he embraced it with opened arms.

At that moment, Jenny wondered if this was what love felt like. All she wanted to do was please him and maybe earn his love in return. She smiled as she watched him undress her, smile brightening when she saw his own.

Giggling, "See something you like?"

That comment earned an indulgent smile from the Master; she had time yet to learn original pillow talk.

'Mmm, several things, in fact.' His smile turned a touch evil. 'Though you soon won't.'

Holding up a finger to silence any protest she might have, the Master crossed to a small, polished wooden bedside table, opening a drawer to pull out a long strip of black silk. Holding it up between his hands, he pulled it taut, the fabric making a satisfying snap. The Master allowed a moment for Jenny to process what the silk was for, before returning to the bed with a little smile.

'Up,' he coaxed, a hand at her shoulder, before swiftly tying the blindfold around her eyes, his fingers expertly knotting it at the back.

'Sensations,' he said, his voice returned to that almost schoolmasterly tone, 'can be heightened by a blindfold; your other senses compensate for the lack of sight; makes everything much more, hmm, intense.'

Confusion from his words outweighed the pride she felt from his response. He liked her body and oh how she loved that.

Jenny opened her mouth to question but was cut off by the upraised finger. With a small sigh and pout, she turned to watch him pull out a silk. Anticipation built up within her when he snapped it and she gasped. The surprise quickly faded into a smile and she obeyed his command without hesitation.

The silk felt lovely against her skin. She opened her eyes to blackness. It was nerve wracking and worrying, even with his comforting voice nearby. But she trusted him. She really did.

"It's..." Jenny hesitated, hands digging into the sheet. "I don't think I like not being able to see. It's so dark."

He smoothed his thumb over her cheekbone, soft and steady, much the same way one might gentle a skittish horse. 'Shh,' he soothed. 'It's strange at first, I know, but you'll become acclimated to the dark.' He brushed his lips across hers in a fleeting kiss, before leaning close to speak into her ear.

'You'll like it, I promise.'

Giving one last little stroke to her cheek, he pulled back, kissing absently down her sternum, before stepping away entirely, leaving her alone on the bed. When he spoke this time, his voice was soft, but it seemed somehow to ring in the confines of the bedroom.

'I'm going to hurt you, Jenny; I'm not going to tell you how or when, but I will hurt you. And, hmm, I rather think you'll enjoy it, won't you?'

She savoured the taste of his lips against hers, not wanting him to pull away as soon as he did. Perhaps the Master was right. Perhaps the lack of her sight made her neurons ever more the sensitive.

"Master," she whimpered when he whispered into her ear, the vibrations of his voice and the cool breath of air tickling and pleasuring and making her hair stand on end. "Please, Master."

It felt so, so good the way his mouth felt on her chest. And it felt so, so horrible when he left her alone on the bed.

"Mas-?" His words interrupted Jenny. Her eyes widened though she couldn't see anything but the darkness. She nodded eagerly. "Yeah. Yeah. I know I will."

'Mmm.'

The Master smiled a slow, dark smile at Jenny's eagerness, simply standing for a moment to watch her. Naked and spread out, black silk over her eyes, blonde hair splayed all over the duvet. Yes, he reflected, quite a good look for her, that was. But the poor girl was getting impatient, he could tell, so he crossed the room and pulled open another drawer.

There was the scratch-hiss and faint sulfurous smell of a match lighting as the Master lit a long, tapered candle. It was red, stereotypical though that was; the colour would look simply gorgeous against Jenny's skin, though, and so very like blood. Cupping the flame behind his hand for a moment, he looked over to the figure sprawled on the bed. Time for another lesson.

Pacing over, he seated himself on the bed next to her, stroking soft fingertips down her stomach. Just a moment to appreciate the softness of it, the clear definition of muscles under the skin, before he tilted the candle slightly. Moulten wax, dark red and shining liquid, dripped down into the indentation of her sternum, and the Master sighed pleasurably at her reaction. He made a soft, pleased noise, and bent down to lick over the tender pink skin around where the wax had now hardened, soothing the hurt with his tongue.

'Tell me,' he said softly, drawing back, 'how does that feel, mmm?' Another tilt of the candle, and this time, the wax splattered over the curve of one breast. Lovely.

The smell of sulfur was sharp in her nostrils and the breath she took was nearly a shudder. That had been a match, hadn't it? Was he going to burn her? Oh, how much would that hurt? Drowning in thoughts of anticipation and pleasure, Jenny had practically forgotten the events of the day. Dwelling on her guilt was definitely something not fit for a goddess. But being worshiped like this... this was.

"Oh, Master," she moaned when his fingers trailed down her stomach. The touch was like a burn itself, scorching pleasure through her body. But her mew of delight turned into a sharp hiss when something hot, truly hot, landed on her chest.

Jenny bit on her lip, hands digging deeper into the duvet. It stung and yet, as the burn subsided, she giggled a giggle that became a moan when he licked at the scorched spot. Her legs rubbed together of their own free will, making that ache within her all the more pleasurable.

And then his voice filled her ears and she smiled. "Brilliant. It feels-" The sentence cut off with a slight scream as the hot substance fell on far more sensitive flesh. "Oh... oh, it hurts! It hurts so horribly, Master."

But unlike the last time he had introduced pain to her, this lesson was fully greeted without reluctance. Jenny's voice held a begging quality to it; wanting, no, needing more. This was far from a punishment, wasn't it? This, what he was doing to her just now, this was a reward.

'Oh, I know.' His voice was dark and low, smooth and ever so pleased with himself.

More wax dripped down, from her sternum all the way down to her naval, a clean red line bisecting her stomach, flaming into pink on either side. It looked almost like she'd had a neat line sliced down her stomach, that the Master might be able to peel away the edges, tear her open and reach inside to rearrange her insides as he would.

Lazily, he picked off some of the hardened wax, flicking it aside and scraping fingernails over the faintly pink mark it had left. Her reaction was delicious, and the Master very nearly moaned. Carefully holding the candle, he leaned down once again and caught her in a filthy tongue kiss, pinning her head to the mattress for a moment or two with the force of it, before pulling away again. With no warning this time, he tipped the candle over her other breast, spilling not just a few drops, but all the reservoir of melted wax at the top of the candle. It spilt over her breast, an asymmetrical sunburst, covering all of her nipple, and coating much of the rest of her breast in dark red.

Sighing, the Master ran his fingers over it whilst it was still hot, tweaking the nipple, before reaching down to stroke teasingly in between her legs with fingers warm and smooth with wax.

The darkness of his voice made her squirm even more. She was pleasing him, wasn't she? The way she bit her lip when the wax fell on her body and tried not to whimper, loosing that battle with every drop. The blindfold had grown wet from tears of pain and a completely different wetness was still growing between her legs. Jenny wondered if she could ever get enough of this, or of pleasing him.

"I like - ah," she groaned as he scraped fingernails over a particularly sensitive patch of skin. Her body arched towards him slightly, but before she had a chance to ask him to do it again, her mouth was captured in an almost overwhelming kiss that stole her of all thoughts.

Jenny gasped for air when he was through, chest heaving and body shaking when the hot liquid splashed on to her other breast. This time, a scream did escape her lips as he played with her nipple, the neurons close to literally on fire.

"You're... you're right. Again," she moaned as her body bucked uncontrollably towards the hand between her legs. "It... oh, oh fuck... it is better like this, Master. So much... hurt me more? Please? I want to be rewarded for saving your life."

How delightful it was to hear her swear like that- the sweet, smiling girl, reduced to this by his hand. He always had enjoyed despoiling the bright and beautiful.

'Hmmm,' he chuckled low in his throat, two fingers stroking more firmly against the hot wetness of her cunt, sliding into her briefly and curling inwards. 'You do deserve a reward.'

Sliding out, he dealt a light slap to her sex, enjoying the way her body jerked, before once again tipping the candle, drizzling streams of red over the tender, quivering skin of her inner thighs. So, so close to her centre he went, but never quite there, watching in sadistic amusement as the muscles under the skin jumped and twitched, wanting attention from his hands and mouth instead of merely the burning wax.

Jenny nodded eagerly at his response, smiling brightly. She did, didn't she? Because in killing those men she had saved his life and that was the important part. Their lives were inconsequential in the span of the universe, especially in comparison to a god like her Master.

"I d-" she began, words cut off by a low groan when his fingers slipped inside of her. Oh, oh yes that was a reward. Jenny whispered his name before a new round of tears filled her eyes at the slap. Hips bucked again and more tears wet the silk blindfold as the wax fell so very close to her core.

It was close to maddening. She couldn't keep control of her body, feeling the jerks and squirms that he caused echo from her sex to her core and through out her body. Jenny bit down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, wishing she could see his face and the look of content she was certain was there.

Jenny was so open to him already he didn't even have to work to see into her mind. Just a look, not even anything that she'd be able to sense, but oh, he was pleased by what he saw. Yes, that was right; life was utter inconsequential. The means to an end, on occasion, but rarely anything more. And certainly nothing to get upset over.

Lovely though the wax did look on her skin, the Master was tiring of this exercise. He'd drawn things out for her last time, tortured her until she could stand no more. This time, he rather thought he'd show her how much fun things could be when brought to a quicker conclusion.

Emptying the candle onto her stomach, he blew it out and tossed it to the side, before ducking between her legs. No teasing this time; he pressed his mouth to her cunt, sliding his tongue into her, fucking her with it, flexing it inside her. His hands gripped her hips with bruising force as he licked at her, closing his lips around her clit and sucking, humming in the back of his throat as he mouthed unforgivingly at the wet heat of her flesh.

Jenny cried out when the remaining wax burned her stomach. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. It hurt more than pleasured her, but almost as if he knew such, his mouth was at her folds. When Jenny cried out again seconds later, it was with overwhelming pleasure.

His hands dug into his skin to hold her in place, something so needed as she thrashed around him. She couldn't hold still, back arching, hips thrusting towards him, fingers curling into the mattress. The desire that had begun to build inside of her from the foreplay was was beginning to crescendo. That ache was back, oh so lovely and intense.

"Master," she cried as he sucked at her clit. He was killing her and Jenny couldn't ask for a better way to die. "Fuck. Fuck me. Please? Please, please, please."

The Master groaned against her, but did not grant her request. Despite the low build of arousal that had been growing in his belly, and was currently pressing rather insistently against the seam of his trousers, he was nowhere near as desperate as her. She would come now, from his mouth on her and nothing else, and she would do so because he pleased.

So he only intensified his assault, giving her no chance to recover, to draw breath or hold herself back. He hummed against her, knowing how the vibrations would feel spreading up through her abdomen, licking and sucking and lapping at the heated flesh until he could feel the muscles of her cunt clenching with every touch of his tongue.

Go on, he murmured in her mind, stroking mental fingers over one of those pleasure centres, just to make things even more unbearable, No point in resisting, my dear.

My dear.

She loved how the words sounded in her head, possessive and caring and entirely for hers. As she gasped and groaned, body convulsing uncontrollably from his actions, a new feeling filled her. There was a reason she didn't hesitate to shoot and a reason why Jenny knew she would do anything her Master asked of her.

She loved him.

The very thought surprised her and when she gasped, it was only partially due to pleasurable agony. He had taken her in, he had accepted her without hesitation, he had shown her how wonderful her body could be. He had promised to make her into a Time Lord, just like her father. And all of that, all of that swirling around in her young mind as his own conscious invaded hers was simply too much.

In two days, in a matter of hours, Jenny had fallen in love with her father's worse enemy.

It made her laugh as she came, giving in to the unbearable torture and letting those inner muscles spasm around his tongue and mouth. She moaned his name, again and again, naming him her Master forever and ever.

"I love you," she breathed as the universe seemed to explode around her. Her mind flared outward, ecstatic with realization and pleasure. "I love you!"

The Master lapped her up as she came, savouring that flavour of a female Gallifreyan that he hadn't tasted in so long. Honey-sweet and rich, unlike the sharp, acidic taste of human women.

The declaration of love, if he was being honest, rather took him by surprise. He had perhaps expected Jenny to fall in love with him- it would be terribly useful, at any rate, if she did- but certainly not until later. She'd only known him for two days, after all. But then, she was young, and painfully ignorant about most things; he was the first person to show her was pleasure was, probably the first to treat her with anything like respect. It was unsurprising then that she should think herself in love with him.

His fingers gently kneading at her hips, he soothed her through the aftershocks of orgasm, before stroking his hands down her thighs.

'"Thus should the student ever love the teacher,"' he quoted, '"for no love is purer or sweeter than that of the youth for his erastes. So even have held the gods, in the love of the youth Hyacinthus for Phoebus-Apollo."'

She sighed happily as he drank up her juices, knowing how he savoured her and know just how special she was for being the only female Gallifreyan left. And his words were ever so lovely, too, declaring her love pure and sweet.

After another shaky breath or two, she smiled. Could she ever get enough of that feeling? She doubted it. And, oh, how she couldn't wait to explore more. There was no better reward than having her Master make love to her and soothe her fears with truths and pride.

"That's pretty," Jenny stated a second or two later, eyes closing despite being unable to see anything in the first place. "Love should be like that, I think. I think I like being in love with you."

It certainly made killing those men easier. Knowing that she did it for love made it all the better. She'd do anything for him, anything to earn his love in return.

'The Greeks,' he offered as explanation, still softly stroking her thighs- up and down, the pads of his fingers and the faintest, dragging touches of nails. 'Humans, towards the beginning of their so-called civilised history. Primitive, of course, but they did have some interesting ideas.'

Resting his chin on the muscle of her thigh, he looked up at her, a wry grin playing about his lips. 'You're feeling better now, I trust?'

He might have her bring him off after she recovered somewhat, but then again, he might not. It wasn't of any particular importance to him, though he would enjoy it. This, for now, was all about furthering Jenny's education.

"I think," she begins before a purr interrupts her words. His touch was arousing despite having just recovered from her climax. "I think that I should read about them. I want to learn about everything."

Everything there was to know not just about Gallifreyans, but every sentient race in the universe. There was so much history out there, so much time, and she couldn't ever be goddess of it if she didn't know anything. That would be awful. Horribly awful.

Jenny squirmed a little, giggling as he rested his chin on her leg. Oh, did it feel lovely to have him touch her - no matter the way. She laughed and nodded, hair musing against the sheets. "I am! No guilt. In fact... I think I might have done it all over again knowing this is how you'd react, Master. Knowing I'd save you. That feels wonderful."

He was about to tell her about the TARDIS's library, because Rassilon knew he wasn't going to be teaching her everything about the history of everything, when she spoke again. Entirely without his knowledge or permission, a slow, immensely pleased smile spread across his face. So, she was willing to kill again, was she? Just because it pleased him. Oh, very good. An excellent start, and so early in the game. It would take a few more deaths, he was sure, before she was entirely acclimated to the idea of killing for necessity, and once that was done, he'd move on to killing for pleasure. She might think it inconceivable now, but not for long.

'Oh?'

Sliding up onto the bed, he sat cross-legged next to her, heedless of the erection still tenting his trousers. 'How did you think I was going to react? Were you afraid I'd disapprove?'

She couldn't see him move, but she could feel the new vibrations on the bed. Reaching out with a hand, Jenny searched around until she finds his knee. She still needed that little bit of reassurance that comes from contact, even with this surge of adrenaline-like feeling rushing through her.

"Maybe?"

The confidence in her voice faltered a little as she answered. Jenny took a breath and tried to sit up. It took a moment (stomach sore from the burnt wax), but she was able to. She shrugged a little and nodded.

"Dad disapproved. He didn't understand that living things all die and sometimes causalities just happen. I tried to learn different but... but it's easier. Is is, isn't it?"

The Master exhaled a little laugh when she cast around for him on the bed with one hand. 'You can take off the blindfold now, you know,' he said, a touch of wryness colouring his words.

He listened intently, though, as she spoke. Unsurprising, really. 'Your father,' he said, meeting her now-unveiled eyes, 'has never been able to realise that. He thinks that he ought to be able to save everyone, everywhere. Especially now that Gallifrey's gone.'

Though Jenny, he realised, as soon as he said that, probably didn't know the role her father had played in the Time War, or indeed, if he had fought at all. Certainly, it wasn't exactly something the Doctor shared freely with all and sundry. He cocked his head at her, lips pursed and eyes shrewd.

'Did your father ever tell you what happened to Gallifrey?'

She blushed a little at that realisation, pulling the blindfold off seconds after. Jenny held on to it tightly with her free hand as her eyes glanced downward. The dark red wax stood out sorely against her pale skin. It shocked her for a moment.

But he was still talking and she knew that she had to pay attention. She looked back up at his face and shook her head.

"He said that it was gone. Because of a war that he fought in, and even killed people," she added in, a tad bitter. "And when I asked him how it made us different, he refused to answer."

Jenny hadn't liked that.

Now that did sound like the Doctor; always in denial- denial of his own birthright, of the part he'd played in the War, the fact that his inheritance was not a sweet one. The Master's lips twisted faintly.

'I'm afraid he didn't give you the whole story.'

Reading the disappointment in her face at his words, he continued. 'The Time War was fought between two great and terrible civilisations- Gallifrey and Skaro, the Time Lords and the Daleks, their great enemy. Since the War was fought outside and around Time, there's no real way to say how long it lasted, but suffice to say that it was a bitter conflict. The Time Lords defending against the Daleks, but never truly retaliating. It wasn't until the end, when all was almost lost- the great Citadel of the Time Lords crumbled and in ruins- that they realised their mistake. The Daleks were going to win; defense was no longer sufficient- they were going to fall.'

He paused for a moment, gaging her reaction to his tale thus far, before continuing.

'And so they took the last option left to them, and gave it to the Doctor. He destroyed Gallifrey, and Skaro. Removed them from all of Time and space, made it as if they had never been. Like a god, two almighty civilisations burning at his hands; all the Time Lords, and all the Daleks- dead. He killed billions.'

A silence, just for emphasis.

'That's what happened to Gallifrey.'

Jenny's eyes went wide with shock and something akin to tears as her mouth hung open. She couldn't figure out what she was feeling right now. Disbelief? Hurt? Betrayal? Outrage? Anger? How... how dare he judge her when he exterminated two races!

The last of the Time Lords and it was all his fault. Jenny couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. But none of the Master's words contradicted the little that her father told her. And her Master hadn't ever steered her wrong in all of these two days.

"He lied."

Her voice was cold. If he had wanted to plant seeds of bitterness and distrust in Jenny against her father, he had succeeded. Would he never tell her?

"He lied to me about everything! And he made me feel awful for being what I was! How... why? Why would he do that to me?"