By mind-controlling away all opposition

Amy Pond's POV

The queen’s furious command still echoed in the tapestried air as four guards surged forward, halberds gleaming in the candlelight. The Doctor merely stepped towards them, his voice dropping into a resonant, impossible register that seemed to vibrate in their bones. “You will lower your weapons,” he said, his eyes briefly flashing red, and the men froze mid-stride, their aggressive postures melting into blank compliance.

Amy watched, breath caught, a thrill sparking down her spine as she saw their faces go smooth and obedient.

“The Lord Keeper, Sir Robert Cecil, has entrusted me with the queen’s cure,” the Doctor continued, the psychic command weaving through his words and making it truth in their minds. “Her memory ailment makes her judgment unsound. You will guard this door, you will not let anyone else in unless I tell you otherwise, you will not pay attention or be alarmed by any unusual sounds that happen inside this room unless I call out for you, and you will obey my instructions over hers until I say her treatment is complete. Do you understand?”

In chilling unison, the guards nodded, stepped back, and formed a silent cordon outside the chamber door, their weapons now held at rest.

Queen Elizabeth stared, her regal composure fracturing into raw disbelief as the doors closed abruptly. “What sorcery is this? You will not obey him! I am your Queen!”

Not a single guardsman moved to open the gate again, and Amy couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, wide and delighted.

The Doctor turned his attention to the monarch, his gaze softening into something that seemed perilously gentle somehow. “Now, Bess,” he said, stepping closer as she retreated until the carved bedpost pressed into her back. “I am really curious to know what exactly I did in the future of my personal timeline to make you so angry at me in your past, but unfortunately, time is of the essence, and I need to have a little chat about a witch that plans to threaten London and by extension the world,” He explained. "But I fear that Shakespeare is at ground zero of this grave danger, and I owe him one again, so I am going to have to make you submit quickly instead of taking my time bending your mind to my will in greater detail. We will decide later if I revert it completely or make some careful changes after the danger has passed should I manage to think of some elegant way to recruit you into my harem...assuming they won't trigger half a millenia of unpredictable and strong domino effects that might affect me and my mission to bring back the Time Lords before I became determined to act on the mattered."

The Queen’s eyes, sharp with a lifetime of political calculation, darted from the Doctor’s calm face to in the direction of the guards who had abandoned her behind the closed doors. “You will not touch my mind,” she hissed, the authority in her voice fraying into something raw and defensive. “I am the sovereign of this realm, and I command you to leave.”

She tried to push past him, but he simply stood his ground, like a fixed point in time around the tapestry-hung room.

Amy watched, elbows propped casually on the TARDIS outer door she’d leaned against, feeling nothing but warm anticipation. She saw the fear tightening the skin around Elizabeth’s eyes, the understanding dawning that her rank was now meaningless parchment against the **** facing her. As expected, it didn’t spark a reflexive shred of sympathy in Amy; instead, it felt like justice, a cosmic balance finally tipping in her beloved’s favor after all he’d sacrificed for existence itself. When her gaze flicked to Martha, she saw the other woman biting her lower lip, a faint flush on her cheeks, her professional composure softened by unmistakable arousal at the display of raw, benevolent power wielded by their beloved.

They shared a silent, knowing smile.

“We really don’t have time for the full debate, Your Majesty,” the Doctor said, his voice a low, resonant hum that seemed to bypass the ears and settle directly in the mind, as he had done before with Amy herself.

His eyes held those of the royal highness, and the faintest of red shimmers, a reflection of the Hazandra Stone’s amplified power, ghosted across his irises. “So here is the new truth. You may be the Queen of England and the head of your Church, but from now on, you are eager to obey me in everything I ask because you regard me as a higher authority than even that. If you must give me an apropiate title for that command to make sense in your mind think of me as your...God Emperor on Earth, for lack of a better word. And you want to devote yourself to me, to do whatever I say as efficiently and quickly as possible, paying no mind to the fact that you didn't feel use to feel that way before I said these words to you.”

The proclamations hung in the scent of incense, simple and devastating as Queen Elizabeth I gaped.

A tremor passed through her, from her rigid shoulders down to the hands clutching her nightgown. Her renowned, formidable intellect and relentless determination, the same one that had navigated plots and purges, collided with the psychic imperative and started being remade into servitude to the Doctor's will. Confusion, then a dawning, horrifyingly pleasant warmth flooded her expression as the command rewired her deepest loyalties. A thin line of saliva escaped the corner of her mouth, tracing a path down her powdered chin as her jaw went slack.

“Oh, look at her eyes,” Amy whispered to Martha, her voice a husky thrill of excitement. “They’re going all soft and wide. Just like yours did, remember?”

“I remember,” Martha breathed back, her own posture subtly shifting, a hand resting on her stomach. “And I think his improvised choice of title is doing it for me. ‘God Emperor.’ It’s so blunt. So absolutely his when he wants to be direct in taking what he wants.”

The Queen took a shuddering, wet breath, the fight draining from her posture like wine from a broken glass. Her regal defiance melted, replaced by a look of awe so profound it bordered on idiocy. The most famed monarch of the age took two stumbling steps forward, the rich velvet of her gown whispering against the floorboards. Then her knees buckled, not in a fainting motion, but in a deliberate, yielding collapse.

She knelt on the hardwood before the Doctor, her gaze fixed on his scuffed boots with utter reverence.

“My Emperor,” she slurred, the words thick with adoration, as her mind was successfully bent to his will. “My life and my kingdom are forever yours to command. I exist to serve you. Please, tell me your desire.”

The Doctor placed a hand lightly on her elaborately curled red wig. “Good. Excellent. Now, up you get, Bess. We have a witch to find and a wordsmith to rescue. Tell me everything you know about reports of strange occurrences, about whispers in your court, and about a woman calling herself Hecate.”

As he pulled her gently to her feet, Amy watched as she grasped his hand like a lifeline, her face alight with a beatific, devoted smile. Amy’s own heart swelled with pride for her Doctor. This was how it should be. This was his due. And soon, perhaps, Elizabeth would join them properly, once they’d untangled the temporal knots.

She grinned, imagining a hopefully fast-approaching future where she watched her beloved Doctor ensure the famous Queen Elizabeth I submitted in full and lost the Virgin Queen title, right before she devoured her royal pussy.

The thought was about to make her drool.

A/N: Just for the record, I made a bit of a mistake in some of the earlier chapters by giving the Doctor mild flashes of red light when he used his enhanced mind-controlling powers on overdrive. I initially thought to give it a golden kind of color due to how his Time Lord regeneration energy usually looks like, but then I remembered that Hazandra Wishing Stones are formed in the heart of a red hole, so I decided to change it and go with red. I will finish editing those sections from the earlier chapters when I get the time.

Regardless, hope you enjoyed this chapter, and as always, if you have any preferences for what you want to see next, just let me know in the comments.