Fic: Lady In Red 9/10
Title: Lady In Red 9/10
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
Warning: This chapter is very dark.
Chapter Nine
Lucy Saxon had crawled over to where the Doctor was laid. Lifting up his head, she had placed it in her lap and tried to wipe away the blood that was trickling into his eyes. Hands shaking, she had torn a strip of red silk from her dress and used it to mop up the blood while the Doctor had lain stupefied and semiconscious on her lap. While the Master had refreshed the bond in her mind, she had managed to salvage enough awareness to know that the old man was in a bad way and to feel compassion for him. Her head ached and she could feel her right eye swelling up from the contact with her husband’s fist. Gradually the Doctor had regained his senses and the blood running from the cut on his temple had slowed. Lucy had gently wiped the area once more and then had gasped astonished as she had realised the cut was already healing.
The Doctor had opened his eyes and had been a little startled to find himself staring up into Lucy Saxons tear streaked face. Carefully he had sat up, wincing from the pain, then he had pulled Lucy into an embrace and she had wept tears of frustration and grief in his arms. He had held her and soothed her until she calmed down and then had passed her a rather grimy white handkerchief out of his pocket so she could wipe her eyes. Nothing further had been said between them, but for that moment both had taken comfort in each other, while realising that both were just as much the Masters prisoner as each other.
Meanwhile the Master was purposely on his way down to the very bowels of the Valiant, to find Jack.
Jack was chained up in his usual position when the Master had approached with a vicious smile on his face. He hadn’t been able to help but wonder just what the Master had planned for him that day and quite cockily he had smiled as he considered if there would actually be some variety to his death this time. Lately the Master had taken to shooting him point blank in the head and Jack had wondered just how much of his grey matter was sprayed on the wall behind him.
The Master had barked out a command to the guards to collar Jack and as they had attached the chain to the metal ring around Jacks neck and released his arms, Jack had known that that day was going to be a little different. Still, variety is the spice of life he had bitterly thought.
Pulling on the end of the chain had brought Jack to his knees and the Master had dragged him through the decks without pausing to give Jack time to stand. By the time they had arrived in the conference room, Jack’s knees had been torn to shreds from the harsh metal grating of the floor of the engine rooms. Arriving in the room, Jack had tried to stand, but the Master had aimed a savage kick at the back of Jacks knees and he had gone sprawling on the floor once again. The Master had pulled on the chain again and had dragged Jack over to where the Doctor was crouched in the tent. Lucy, by this time had left the room after helping the Doctor return to his sparse sleeping area.
The Master had a twisted smile on his face as he reached into the tent and had dragged the Doctor out by the hair. Leaving him slumped on the floor in front the tent; he had then turned his attention back to Jack. Then, smiling at the Doctor he had told him you will enjoy this Doctor, perhaps, then had jerked the chain around Jacks neck and told him he knew what to do. Jack had looked at the Doctor, feeling sick knowing what the Master wanted. It wasn’t the first time, that this had happened, but each time the Master had come to him over the year, it had been while Jack had been held in the engine rooms.
Jack had hesitantly reached up to the Masters belt, and unbuckled it, all the while keeping his eyes on the Doctor while the Master smirked at him from above. Then Jack, knowing that there was nothing he could do about this latest violation, reached inside the Masters trousers and began to get to work. The Doctor had stared at the Master, fury burning in his eyes and fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t do anything other than allow it to happen as the Master had his guards training their weapons on him. After a few seconds the Doctor realised that his anger was futile and only fuelling the Masters arousal and he sighed almost unperceivably and had began to stare at the Master impassively.
Not getting the reaction that he had desired, the Master roughly pushed Jack away and pulled on the chain dragging him to his feet. While he was still off balance, the Master pulled the chain once more and sent Jack sprawling bent over the conference table. Then he dragged the former Time Agents trousers down to around his knees and with a savage thrust, entered Jack. Jack, despite being on the receiving end of the Masters sadistic administrations more times than he could count over the previous year, had gasped and bit his lip to stop himself from crying out with the pain. On and on it went, the Master driving on, oblivious by this time to his audience. Caught up in the exhilaration of abusing Jack yet again and in front of the Doctor, the Master surrendered to the sensations building up. Almost.
Taking his hands from their position around Jacks waist, the Master had brought them up to either side of Jacks head and had torn his way into his mind. Piercing through the pain that Jack was feeling in his mind, the Master took control of the essence of Jack while mind speaking him.
How shall I kill you Jack? Would you like to choose this time? It’s getting a little boring finding new ways to kill you everyday, perhaps you can think of way that might be a little more entertaining than blowing your brains out all over the nearest wall.
Jack had ignored him and had just concentrated on his breathing; focused on reducing the pain.
Has he told you that either one of us could finish this for you Jack? We could really kill you, properly this time, dead for good. No, he hasn’t has he? Because he won’t do that, that sanctimonious bastard wont do that for you will he? I could do it for you right now Jack
As the Master had tightened his mental grip on Jack’s life essence, a spasm had ran through Jack’s body causing the Master to gasp. Jack’s eyes were blank, as though lifeless as he hunkered down inside his own mind, as he had been taught to do in the Time Agency. Getting no response from Jack, mental or otherwise the Master had relaxed his grip on Jacks mind.
Perhaps another day then Jack. and the Master had released Jacks mind, then slipped one arm around Jack’s throat and placed the other one braced at the back of his neck. Then with one fluid movement he had broken Jack’s neck killing him again. At the same time he had thrust into Jack one final time and climaxed.
Pulling away, the Master had released Jack’s body and while it crumpled lifeless to the floor he fastened his trousers back up and instructed the guards to chain Jack back up below decks. Then had he turned to the Doctor and scowled at the impassive look on his face. He had raised his arm to his nose and sniffed then turned and walked away, telling the Doctor that he was going to go and wash the stink of humanity off himself.
The Doctor had silently watched as the guards had dragged Jack away, then crawled back into the tent and wiped a silent tear off his face.
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
Warning: This chapter is very dark.
Chapter Nine
Lucy Saxon had crawled over to where the Doctor was laid. Lifting up his head, she had placed it in her lap and tried to wipe away the blood that was trickling into his eyes. Hands shaking, she had torn a strip of red silk from her dress and used it to mop up the blood while the Doctor had lain stupefied and semiconscious on her lap. While the Master had refreshed the bond in her mind, she had managed to salvage enough awareness to know that the old man was in a bad way and to feel compassion for him. Her head ached and she could feel her right eye swelling up from the contact with her husband’s fist. Gradually the Doctor had regained his senses and the blood running from the cut on his temple had slowed. Lucy had gently wiped the area once more and then had gasped astonished as she had realised the cut was already healing.
The Doctor had opened his eyes and had been a little startled to find himself staring up into Lucy Saxons tear streaked face. Carefully he had sat up, wincing from the pain, then he had pulled Lucy into an embrace and she had wept tears of frustration and grief in his arms. He had held her and soothed her until she calmed down and then had passed her a rather grimy white handkerchief out of his pocket so she could wipe her eyes. Nothing further had been said between them, but for that moment both had taken comfort in each other, while realising that both were just as much the Masters prisoner as each other.
Meanwhile the Master was purposely on his way down to the very bowels of the Valiant, to find Jack.
Jack was chained up in his usual position when the Master had approached with a vicious smile on his face. He hadn’t been able to help but wonder just what the Master had planned for him that day and quite cockily he had smiled as he considered if there would actually be some variety to his death this time. Lately the Master had taken to shooting him point blank in the head and Jack had wondered just how much of his grey matter was sprayed on the wall behind him.
The Master had barked out a command to the guards to collar Jack and as they had attached the chain to the metal ring around Jacks neck and released his arms, Jack had known that that day was going to be a little different. Still, variety is the spice of life he had bitterly thought.
Pulling on the end of the chain had brought Jack to his knees and the Master had dragged him through the decks without pausing to give Jack time to stand. By the time they had arrived in the conference room, Jack’s knees had been torn to shreds from the harsh metal grating of the floor of the engine rooms. Arriving in the room, Jack had tried to stand, but the Master had aimed a savage kick at the back of Jacks knees and he had gone sprawling on the floor once again. The Master had pulled on the chain again and had dragged Jack over to where the Doctor was crouched in the tent. Lucy, by this time had left the room after helping the Doctor return to his sparse sleeping area.
The Master had a twisted smile on his face as he reached into the tent and had dragged the Doctor out by the hair. Leaving him slumped on the floor in front the tent; he had then turned his attention back to Jack. Then, smiling at the Doctor he had told him you will enjoy this Doctor, perhaps, then had jerked the chain around Jacks neck and told him he knew what to do. Jack had looked at the Doctor, feeling sick knowing what the Master wanted. It wasn’t the first time, that this had happened, but each time the Master had come to him over the year, it had been while Jack had been held in the engine rooms.
Jack had hesitantly reached up to the Masters belt, and unbuckled it, all the while keeping his eyes on the Doctor while the Master smirked at him from above. Then Jack, knowing that there was nothing he could do about this latest violation, reached inside the Masters trousers and began to get to work. The Doctor had stared at the Master, fury burning in his eyes and fists clenched at his sides. He couldn’t do anything other than allow it to happen as the Master had his guards training their weapons on him. After a few seconds the Doctor realised that his anger was futile and only fuelling the Masters arousal and he sighed almost unperceivably and had began to stare at the Master impassively.
Not getting the reaction that he had desired, the Master roughly pushed Jack away and pulled on the chain dragging him to his feet. While he was still off balance, the Master pulled the chain once more and sent Jack sprawling bent over the conference table. Then he dragged the former Time Agents trousers down to around his knees and with a savage thrust, entered Jack. Jack, despite being on the receiving end of the Masters sadistic administrations more times than he could count over the previous year, had gasped and bit his lip to stop himself from crying out with the pain. On and on it went, the Master driving on, oblivious by this time to his audience. Caught up in the exhilaration of abusing Jack yet again and in front of the Doctor, the Master surrendered to the sensations building up. Almost.
Taking his hands from their position around Jacks waist, the Master had brought them up to either side of Jacks head and had torn his way into his mind. Piercing through the pain that Jack was feeling in his mind, the Master took control of the essence of Jack while mind speaking him.
How shall I kill you Jack? Would you like to choose this time? It’s getting a little boring finding new ways to kill you everyday, perhaps you can think of way that might be a little more entertaining than blowing your brains out all over the nearest wall.
Jack had ignored him and had just concentrated on his breathing; focused on reducing the pain.
Has he told you that either one of us could finish this for you Jack? We could really kill you, properly this time, dead for good. No, he hasn’t has he? Because he won’t do that, that sanctimonious bastard wont do that for you will he? I could do it for you right now Jack
As the Master had tightened his mental grip on Jack’s life essence, a spasm had ran through Jack’s body causing the Master to gasp. Jack’s eyes were blank, as though lifeless as he hunkered down inside his own mind, as he had been taught to do in the Time Agency. Getting no response from Jack, mental or otherwise the Master had relaxed his grip on Jacks mind.
Perhaps another day then Jack. and the Master had released Jacks mind, then slipped one arm around Jack’s throat and placed the other one braced at the back of his neck. Then with one fluid movement he had broken Jack’s neck killing him again. At the same time he had thrust into Jack one final time and climaxed.
Pulling away, the Master had released Jack’s body and while it crumpled lifeless to the floor he fastened his trousers back up and instructed the guards to chain Jack back up below decks. Then had he turned to the Doctor and scowled at the impassive look on his face. He had raised his arm to his nose and sniffed then turned and walked away, telling the Doctor that he was going to go and wash the stink of humanity off himself.
The Doctor had silently watched as the guards had dragged Jack away, then crawled back into the tent and wiped a silent tear off his face.