Yaz Submits

Yaz sighed, then sat down and unlaced her boots. It felt weird doing this in front of the Doctor- no, the Master- but it felt even weirder every time she looked up and was reminded that she was also surrounded by Daleks and Cybermen. Why did they have to be here!

Placing her boots to the side, she stood back up and hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure what to remove first. Ideally, the answer would be "nothing", but she knew she had to make a choice. Resignedly, she undid her belt, unzipped her black jeans, and pulled them carefully down, revealing a firm but decently-sized ass clad in a small black thong. The Master clapped and jumped a bit at the sight of Yaz's smooth thighs, and Yaz grimaced as she kicked her jeans aside.

Not wanting to go any further yet, Yaz bent over and pulled her socks off. She was glad the Master was in front of her, because at least she wasn't getting a view of her ass, but she flushed as she remembered there were Cybermen and Daleks behind her. She stood back up, now painfully aware of her near-nudity thanks to the cold floor, and looked at the Master.

Tentatively, she put her hands at her waist and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, from the bottom up. Might as well take a little more time to show off, right? She hesitated, her hands over the last button, the Master staring intensely at her exposed midriff. Her face showing her anguish, she undid the last button and quickly removed the shirt, revealing gorgeous supple breasts with pert dark nipples.

The Master squeed and did a little twirl at the sight, and Yaz flinched, barely able to stop herself from crying. She knew that squee. She loved that squee. Her little noises of excitement were one of Yaz's favorite things about the Doctor. That was a squee reserved for truly amazing things, or when Yaz was able to save the day unexpectedly. Not... this.

Yaz stood there, knowing she had to continue, but wanting with every fiber of her being to stop, to run away, to get back in the TARDIS, fly off, get some new clothes, and pretend this never happened. What would the Master do if she was left here? Surely Yaz could find a way to stop her later? Get together a team?

But Yaz knew the Master was dangerous, here and now. And the best way to make sure she couldn't do too much damage was to keep an eye on her. So with a grimace of determination, Yaz hooked her hands into the waistband of her thong, and bent forward as she slowly pulled them down. When she was done, she stood back up, her hands over her crotch.

The Master shot her her best look of scrunched disappointment, and Yaz finally let a tear slip. She hated that face. It always hurt her a little to see the Doctor sad. But to see this perversion of the face, making it mean the worst things in the world, she couldn't hold herself back any more. There weren't a lot of tears, but enough that the Master jogged toward her and did her best Doctor impression.

"There, there, Yaz." Said the Master, reaching around and hugging her. It felt strangely comforting. "It's not like it's for the rest of your life."

Yaz, despite herself, reached around and hugged the Doctor back. She was such a wonderful woman, still just as amazing as the day she'd met her. She let herself melt into the embrace, feeling their naked bodies touching each other, and-

NO~ That is NOT the Doctor! Yaz pushed away, out of the hug, and the Do-MASTER did another frown of disappointment.

"Don't..." The Master paused, trying to think of the best words to say to calm down her new best friend (nude best friend? She'd work on it.) "Don't worry. You'll get used to me. Everyone will. I still need a companion to ask and..." She stretched out, putting her naked body even more on display than it already was. "... and bask in my brilliance." An excited and manic grin appeared on her face as she excitedly hopped in place. "Come on, Yaz. Let's go on an adventure!"