Zap! Zap!

"I am not stripping for you." Yaz kept her arms crossed over her chest. She knew there was still a shirt, but looking across the room at her friend's body, nude, hijacked by a deranged maniac, she still felt ****.

"So, would you say that's the hard way, then?" A smile spread across the Master's face.

"Do your worst."

"Oh, so hardest way, eh?"

Yaz began to stutter as she lost her composure. "Er, no, maybe we could just do the hard way." She wasn't sure she wanted to find out what the difference was, but if there was any chance the Master would go easy on her, she wanted to take it.

The Master pointed the TCE at Yaz once again, and with a quick zap, Yaz's shirt was reduced to a tiny piece of fabric, doll-sized, fluttering to the floor. Yaz kept her arms firmly over her chest as the Master began to scrutinize her, doing that squinty face the Doctor always did.

"Ooh, no bra! Love the enthusiasm. 10/10!"

Yaz blushed furiously and kept her arms firmly on her chest, tightening them just a little, there was no way she was going to-

Zap!

And just like that her trousers were gone.

Yaz and the Master's eyes widened at the same moment as the exact thought entered both of their heads:

No knickers.

Yaz flung a hand down, **** to keep her cunt out of view.

"Shaved! Nice one, that. I always shaved last time I was a woman. Of course, I spent less time flaunting it in public back then than we're gonna do." As she talked, the Master walked over to and behind Yaz, then pressed her body firmly against Yaz's back.

Yaz squeaked as she felt the Doctor's soft breasts pressing against her back, closed her eyes and imagined a tender moment in her bedroom in the TARDIS, then was shocked back to reality as the Master- not the Doctor- grabbed hold of both of her arms.

Yaz didn't want to let go. But the Master's hands were too strong. She turned her around, forcing her to bare her whole body to her, and then slowly, softly, passionately, the Doctor began to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and let the sensation flood her body, as the Doctor reached one hand around and started to fondle her butt, while the other reached up and began to play with her right breast.
Yaz let herself be lost in the moment as she continued to make out with the Doctor, running her hands along her back.
As a hand moved across Yaz's hips, from her ass to beginning to rub her clit, Yaz's eyes snapped open. This wasn't the Doctor. How could she keep letting herself get caught up in this? She pushed the psychopath away and went back to covering herself.

"Oh, Yaz Yaz Yaz Yaz Yaz." The Master smiled, looking deep into her eyes. "You can't keep yourself from me forever. I am the Doctor. And you will obey me."