Fic: Lady in Red 8/10
Title: Lady In Red 8/10
Summary: Lucy Saxon's story. Warning; contains themes of violence, non con etc. You have been warned! Very adult.
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm)
Genres: Angst, BDSM, Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Non-Con, Romance
Lady In Red 8/10
Life on board the Valiant had quickly descended into a living nightmare for Lucy. Harry, or Master as he had insisted on being called once on board, had become increasingly insane. His psychopathic behaviour had terrified all around him, not least Lucy, who despite being bonded in mind to the Master, still had enough self awareness to realise what was happening. She was sickened by the Masters treatment of the Jones family, who had done nothing other than support him like everyone else had in the early days. The Masters fury at being unable to capture the freedom fighter Martha Jones had been taken out on her family.
Over time, the Master had started to become sloppy; his arrogance over the hold that he had on humanity started to cause him to make little mistakes. Instead of reinforcing the mind bond he had over Lucy every day, he would miss for days at a time. Consequently the bond became weak and Lucy found she was able to think for herself. Sickened by her own actions at allowing herself to be reduced to nothing more than a puppet, yet still in love with the Master, Lucy found herself fighting with her own mind. She wanted to be able to resist him, to undermine him, but the part of her mind that was still in the Masters grip wouldn’t allow her.
Each and every day the Master had taken delight in finding a new way to kill Jack, or the Freak as he referred to him. And his humiliating treatment of the Doctor, who Lucy now realised wasn’t the one who she should have been afraid of, had been a horrendous thing to witness. Half starved, thrown scraps and forced to sleep in a kennel type tent, the Doctor had retained his dignity by refusing to engage the Master in discussion. Lucy had taken to slipping the Doctor food when she could and gradually had gained his trust. It was from the Doctor that she learned about the true nature of the Master. While the Master was engaged elsewhere, usually terrorising the Jones family, or doing something unspeakable to Jack, Lucy would slip into the conference room and talk to the Doctor.
The Doctor had known that Lucy was taking a tremendous risk in coming to him. He was grateful for the kindness she was showing him; passing him food, a cloth and bowl to wash or sometimes just sitting and listening to him. Human kindness; that unique thing that the Master thought was a weakness and what the Doctor knew was a strength. Eventually, when the Doctor had known that Lucy wouldn’t do anything rash with the revelation, he had told Lucy about the mind bond. At first she had been horrified at herself for allowing herself to be fooled. But the Doctor had explained to her that how, with a powerful telepath such as the Master, someone who was more than accomplished with hypnotism, she wouldn’t have been able to fight back.
But she could hide her innermost thoughts from him, the Doctor had told her. He couldn’t break the bond for her, but he could show her how to prevent the Master from accessing parts of her mind. Lucy had listened incredulous as the Doctor had explained the concept to her. All she had to do was to keep thinking a rhythm. A song, a beat, even a nursery rhyme would work. It was the same principle behind the hypnotic control that the Master used in the ArchAngel network. The Doctor had told her that the next time the Master tried to invade her mind, all Lucy had to do was to keep repeating the rhyme over and over without pausing. That way if she wanted to hide any thoughts from the Master, he wouldn’t be able to break through and read them.
Lucy had thrown her arms around the Doctor, grateful for his help. She felt ashamed of herself for her earlier treatment of him, how she had looked at him with disdain and spoken to him in a tone that suggested he was nothing more than something she had just scraped off her shoe. At that moment she had realised that the Doctor was the truly dignified one there, that he was the one who should have been ushering in a new era for Humanity. Tears were streaming down her face and her vision had been obscured, so she hadn’t seen the Master as he’d entered the room.
But she had felt his fury.
He had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her screaming from the Doctor’s embrace. His fist had shot out and slammed into her face, sending her reeling against the wall. She had been stunned by the force of it and almost unable to think clearly. Almost. Next he had pounced on her and with one hand around her throat and the other at the side of her head had forced his way into her mind. With the mind bond reinforced, the only thing that Lucy had been able to do was put into practice what the Doctor had taught her.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row
Over and over again, Lucy repeated the nursery rhyme in her mind until the Master had loosened the grip on her throat and mind and she had slid down the wall into a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor. The compulsion was still there, as strong as ever and if the Master had wanted to, he could have ordered Lucy to allow him to see her thoughts, but either through error or because of some other design, the Master had left her alone.
The Doctor had been infuriated and had screamed at the Master to leave Lucy alone. Anger from the months of torment at the Masters hands had bubbled to the surface and for once, all dignity lost, the Doctor had begun to scrabble to his feet, determination to curtail the violation the Master was inflicting on Lucy had been written on his face.
Instead he had turned his rage on the Doctor. Whirling around from where he had been stood over Lucy, the Master had stridden over to the Doctor with pure fury etched on his face. With one powerful kick to the side of the head, the Master had sent the weakened Time Lord sprawling. With blood streaming down the side of his face where the Masters’ shoe had connected, the Doctor laid prone and breathless, explosions of pain had filled his mind. Suddenly the Master was upon him, placing his hands either side of his face and forcing his way into the Doctors mind. With none of the Masters usual finesse and with the Doctor still stunned from the kick, the Doctor found himself on the receiving end of the worst type of violation a telepath could commit. The Master had mind-raped him. Tearing down his barriers, smashing though locked doors and dragging out and scraping raw all the old hurts that the Doctor had kept locked away in the darkest recesses of his mind.
The Doctor had howled at the mental pain that was raging through his mind. Impotent to stop it, he had shook almost in a seizure-like state as the Master reamed his mind in search of the most powerful memories and emotions that the Doctor had locked safely away. The Doctors shame, desperation, and the futility of the Time War was brought back into sharp focus as the Master tore through the memories making them fresh and open again. Then finally finding something that had even rocked the Masters twisted mind, he had retreated, shocked. For a moment he just stared at the Doctor as he had lain jerking and twitching on the floor. Then as the Doctor regained composure the Master had smiled that cruel crooked smile of his and said three words.
You loved her
The Master had been delighted; he had found something new to torture the Doctor with. The mighty Time Lord, who rejected relationships, denied himself emotions and thought of himself as above all that, had fallen in love with a stupid ape. Not only that, she had been torn away from him and just when the wounds had been healing, and the Master realised he had a way of keeping them open and raw. Determined to use that piece of information to his advantage, and feeling more than a little aroused at the rage that had ran through his veins and pleased with himself, the Master had left the room chuckling to himself.
Now to find another way to kill the freak again he’d thought.
Summary: Lucy Saxon's story. Warning; contains themes of violence, non con etc. You have been warned! Very adult.
Rating: Adult
Characters: Jack Harkness, Martha Jones, The Doctor (10th), The Master (Simm)
Genres: Angst, BDSM, Graphic Sex, Graphic Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Missing Scene, Non-Con, Romance
Lady In Red 8/10
Life on board the Valiant had quickly descended into a living nightmare for Lucy. Harry, or Master as he had insisted on being called once on board, had become increasingly insane. His psychopathic behaviour had terrified all around him, not least Lucy, who despite being bonded in mind to the Master, still had enough self awareness to realise what was happening. She was sickened by the Masters treatment of the Jones family, who had done nothing other than support him like everyone else had in the early days. The Masters fury at being unable to capture the freedom fighter Martha Jones had been taken out on her family.
Over time, the Master had started to become sloppy; his arrogance over the hold that he had on humanity started to cause him to make little mistakes. Instead of reinforcing the mind bond he had over Lucy every day, he would miss for days at a time. Consequently the bond became weak and Lucy found she was able to think for herself. Sickened by her own actions at allowing herself to be reduced to nothing more than a puppet, yet still in love with the Master, Lucy found herself fighting with her own mind. She wanted to be able to resist him, to undermine him, but the part of her mind that was still in the Masters grip wouldn’t allow her.
Each and every day the Master had taken delight in finding a new way to kill Jack, or the Freak as he referred to him. And his humiliating treatment of the Doctor, who Lucy now realised wasn’t the one who she should have been afraid of, had been a horrendous thing to witness. Half starved, thrown scraps and forced to sleep in a kennel type tent, the Doctor had retained his dignity by refusing to engage the Master in discussion. Lucy had taken to slipping the Doctor food when she could and gradually had gained his trust. It was from the Doctor that she learned about the true nature of the Master. While the Master was engaged elsewhere, usually terrorising the Jones family, or doing something unspeakable to Jack, Lucy would slip into the conference room and talk to the Doctor.
The Doctor had known that Lucy was taking a tremendous risk in coming to him. He was grateful for the kindness she was showing him; passing him food, a cloth and bowl to wash or sometimes just sitting and listening to him. Human kindness; that unique thing that the Master thought was a weakness and what the Doctor knew was a strength. Eventually, when the Doctor had known that Lucy wouldn’t do anything rash with the revelation, he had told Lucy about the mind bond. At first she had been horrified at herself for allowing herself to be fooled. But the Doctor had explained to her that how, with a powerful telepath such as the Master, someone who was more than accomplished with hypnotism, she wouldn’t have been able to fight back.
But she could hide her innermost thoughts from him, the Doctor had told her. He couldn’t break the bond for her, but he could show her how to prevent the Master from accessing parts of her mind. Lucy had listened incredulous as the Doctor had explained the concept to her. All she had to do was to keep thinking a rhythm. A song, a beat, even a nursery rhyme would work. It was the same principle behind the hypnotic control that the Master used in the ArchAngel network. The Doctor had told her that the next time the Master tried to invade her mind, all Lucy had to do was to keep repeating the rhyme over and over without pausing. That way if she wanted to hide any thoughts from the Master, he wouldn’t be able to break through and read them.
Lucy had thrown her arms around the Doctor, grateful for his help. She felt ashamed of herself for her earlier treatment of him, how she had looked at him with disdain and spoken to him in a tone that suggested he was nothing more than something she had just scraped off her shoe. At that moment she had realised that the Doctor was the truly dignified one there, that he was the one who should have been ushering in a new era for Humanity. Tears were streaming down her face and her vision had been obscured, so she hadn’t seen the Master as he’d entered the room.
But she had felt his fury.
He had grabbed her by the hair and dragged her screaming from the Doctor’s embrace. His fist had shot out and slammed into her face, sending her reeling against the wall. She had been stunned by the force of it and almost unable to think clearly. Almost. Next he had pounced on her and with one hand around her throat and the other at the side of her head had forced his way into her mind. With the mind bond reinforced, the only thing that Lucy had been able to do was put into practice what the Doctor had taught her.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells and pretty maids all in a row
Over and over again, Lucy repeated the nursery rhyme in her mind until the Master had loosened the grip on her throat and mind and she had slid down the wall into a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor. The compulsion was still there, as strong as ever and if the Master had wanted to, he could have ordered Lucy to allow him to see her thoughts, but either through error or because of some other design, the Master had left her alone.
The Doctor had been infuriated and had screamed at the Master to leave Lucy alone. Anger from the months of torment at the Masters hands had bubbled to the surface and for once, all dignity lost, the Doctor had begun to scrabble to his feet, determination to curtail the violation the Master was inflicting on Lucy had been written on his face.
Instead he had turned his rage on the Doctor. Whirling around from where he had been stood over Lucy, the Master had stridden over to the Doctor with pure fury etched on his face. With one powerful kick to the side of the head, the Master had sent the weakened Time Lord sprawling. With blood streaming down the side of his face where the Masters’ shoe had connected, the Doctor laid prone and breathless, explosions of pain had filled his mind. Suddenly the Master was upon him, placing his hands either side of his face and forcing his way into the Doctors mind. With none of the Masters usual finesse and with the Doctor still stunned from the kick, the Doctor found himself on the receiving end of the worst type of violation a telepath could commit. The Master had mind-raped him. Tearing down his barriers, smashing though locked doors and dragging out and scraping raw all the old hurts that the Doctor had kept locked away in the darkest recesses of his mind.
The Doctor had howled at the mental pain that was raging through his mind. Impotent to stop it, he had shook almost in a seizure-like state as the Master reamed his mind in search of the most powerful memories and emotions that the Doctor had locked safely away. The Doctors shame, desperation, and the futility of the Time War was brought back into sharp focus as the Master tore through the memories making them fresh and open again. Then finally finding something that had even rocked the Masters twisted mind, he had retreated, shocked. For a moment he just stared at the Doctor as he had lain jerking and twitching on the floor. Then as the Doctor regained composure the Master had smiled that cruel crooked smile of his and said three words.
You loved her
The Master had been delighted; he had found something new to torture the Doctor with. The mighty Time Lord, who rejected relationships, denied himself emotions and thought of himself as above all that, had fallen in love with a stupid ape. Not only that, she had been torn away from him and just when the wounds had been healing, and the Master realised he had a way of keeping them open and raw. Determined to use that piece of information to his advantage, and feeling more than a little aroused at the rage that had ran through his veins and pleased with himself, the Master had left the room chuckling to himself.
Now to find another way to kill the freak again he’d thought.