Sweet Nyssa, chapter 3
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Title: Sweet Nyssa
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who; I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Angst. A touch of hurt/comfort in the last chapter.
Characters: Nyssa, the Master (Delgado), the Master (Ainley), the Fifth Doctor
Pairings: The Master/Nyssa/the Master
Warnings: For this chapter; non-explicit non-con and mind rape.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 3 out of 4.
Summary: It's not just the Doctor who sometimes meets himself. When two versions of the Master get their timelines entangled, they decide to go after Nyssa. Poor Nyssa.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Time started to behave very strangely. Nyssa was aware of what happened outside her own mind, but could not stop her from obeying the demands that was put on her body. Jolt of pleasure and pain went through her, but though she knew they came in quick flashes, what she felt were slow-moving waves that crashed through her body, over and over again.
Inside her mind, time moved too fast. She could feel Koschei and the Master ripping through her thoughts, discarding and dissecting. To fight the invasion of both her physical and psychological being was impossible for her, but the Time Lords seemed to function on both levels with ease. In the choice between mind and body she realised that it was her mind she needed to protect the most. She fought them inside her head as hard as she could, slamming mental doors down on her thoughts, trying to conjure up barriers that it would be impossible to break down. But it was not a fair fight, there were two of them and however fast she twisted and turn, she could only focus on one point at any given time.
As time passed Nyssa became aware of another kind of pain, one inside her head. A pulsating, sliver sharp pain that was not caused by the minds that invaded hers, this was a pain that came from her. Suddenly she found herself in a small bright room that her brain must have conjured up; this was not a real place she knew. Still she managed to close a smooth door against the invading consciousness of the Masters and looked around. There was a white bed in the middle of the room and as she walked toward it the pain receded. Somehow she understood that she was given a way out if only temporary. If she allowed herself to pass out, then she would lock her senses more effectively than any imagined barriers. Her mind, if nothing else, would be safe for a little while. With a feeling of gratefulness she sank down on the bed and everything became nothing.
Then, slowly, Nyssa woke up, realising her head hurt again. A throbbing all-consuming headache that made her keep perfectly still with only a gradual comprehension that she was alone in her mind and her body was once again her own. With her eyes closed she tried to make out her surroundings. She was lying down, from the soft firmness underneath her, on a bed. Her clothes were gone, she had a vague feeling she had been ordered to remove them. It was quiet around her and she could not tell if she was alone or not. Despite the pain in her head she tried to open her eyes a little. To her relief the room was quite dim even if the light still was strong enough to hurt.
At first the world was just a blur but when she could focus she realised that Koschei was watching her, his face impassive, as he was adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. Nyssa involuntary winced, had the pain in her head permitted it she would have scrabbled away, as far from him as she could, but as it were, she could only press herself deeper into the mattress.
“Ah, you are awake. I was afraid that I would have to take my leave before you did.” He took one of her hands, kissing her fingers. “A pure pleasure to make your acquaintance. I look forward to be able to re-new it, eventually.”
He disappeared from her view and Nyssa closed her eyes again. She really ought to get up, but the headache swelled and rolled and when she tried to move she felt sick. For the time being she could just stay where she was, very still and hoping that she would feel better soon. Eventually she heard soft foot steps, and she looked up at the Master.
He sat down beside her. “My sweet Nyssa, you have to stop fighting me. Your little mind can’t cope with that of a Time Lord’s, which is why you are in such a pain now.”
With an unexpected tenderness he helped her raise her head and made her drink something bitter. Nyssa sputtered at the taste, but almost at once the headache curled up and away to just a whispering murmur in the back of her head.
“Stop struggling now. It doesn’t have to be so bad. If you let me in, I won’t need to hurt you.”
He bent down and kissed her, a soft but insistent kiss, then continued to her cheeks, her eyes, her throat and breasts and Nyssa sighed and let him. It was easy, frighteningly easy, and she was awarded with pleasure without pain that swept her away. But he was inside her, body and mind and she didn’t want him there, she didn’t and still it was too easy to not fight it.
When he was done he finally left her and Nyssa watched him leave, waiting a few minutes before she dared to look away from the door out. Even if her headache was gone, she was deadly tired and now she became aware of how the rest of her body hurt. Deadly tired she just wanted to curl up and sleep, but that was the last thing she could allow herself to do. Though she wasn’t completely sure, she thought that the Master had left her to rest. The Doctor rarely got tired, but it did happen and the Master’s body was not fully Time Lord. And Nyssa had fought; it seemed that some kind of mental fatigue would be due to the Master as well. At least that was she had to believe.
Still not moving she willed herself to relax, looking deep into her. When she had slammed imaginary doors shut, locking and bolting them, she had made them big, difficult to miss, but in the furthest corner of her perception was a small, insignificant door, still shut. Not even locked, just wholly uninteresting, a drab little hatch that no one had cared to look behind. They had not been interested in it, perhaps not even noticed it, because in their urgent greed they had gone for the Doctor and her memories of him. The thoughts behind the little door had nothing to do with the Doctor; inside it she had stored something else, something that was more important than anything else at the moment. Inside it was everything she could imagine to help her to escape.
Nyssa made herself sit up on the edge of the bed. Damage control first, she decided, she had to see what they had done to her. It hurt to move, but she could move. This room was intended to be her prison and as the Master had seen fit to grant her a comfortable one; logic told her that she would find everything she needed inside it. That proved very easy to confirm, she quickly found a food dispenser in a corner and then a nicely furnished bathroom. She ran the water in the bath tub. She had no way of knowing if she was monitored in any way, or how, so she decided to at least try to mimic the actions she was most likely to do. The water looked very tempting, she longed to clean herself, but that was another thing she had to wait with.
A large mirror provided her with her image, a woman with tangled hair and hurt eyes. Her mouth was swollen from the slap she had received and a bruise was forming there, as well as on her breasts, arms and legs. She could see red welts on her back and buttocks, but nothing that would cause any permanent harm. If she could only sleep, then her constitution would heal most of it away quickly, for now she would just have to ignore the discomfort and the knowledge that she wasn’t seriously hurt would help her to do so.
She washed her face at least and then went back into the room to find her clothes. They were scattered on the floor, but to her relief not destroyed. She dressed and then ordered a warm, thick soup that she hastily devoured. It was tempting to order a massive amount of food to take with her, but that would be an odd thing to do and might set some kind of alarm. After some contemplating she selected a modest amount of foodstuff that were both easy to carry and nutritious. Then she looked through the wardrobe, which, as she had suspected, contained clothes that would fit her. She loathed the idea of wearing anything in it, but she had to think forward and she might need something warm, so she picked out a coat. And being as prepared as she could, Nyssa sat down to figure out how she was to get out of the room and escape.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who; I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Genre: Angst. A touch of hurt/comfort in the last chapter.
Characters: Nyssa, the Master (Delgado), the Master (Ainley), the Fifth Doctor
Pairings: The Master/Nyssa/the Master
Warnings: For this chapter; non-explicit non-con and mind rape.
Rating: R
Length: Chapter 3 out of 4.
Summary: It's not just the Doctor who sometimes meets himself. When two versions of the Master get their timelines entangled, they decide to go after Nyssa. Poor Nyssa.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Time started to behave very strangely. Nyssa was aware of what happened outside her own mind, but could not stop her from obeying the demands that was put on her body. Jolt of pleasure and pain went through her, but though she knew they came in quick flashes, what she felt were slow-moving waves that crashed through her body, over and over again.
Inside her mind, time moved too fast. She could feel Koschei and the Master ripping through her thoughts, discarding and dissecting. To fight the invasion of both her physical and psychological being was impossible for her, but the Time Lords seemed to function on both levels with ease. In the choice between mind and body she realised that it was her mind she needed to protect the most. She fought them inside her head as hard as she could, slamming mental doors down on her thoughts, trying to conjure up barriers that it would be impossible to break down. But it was not a fair fight, there were two of them and however fast she twisted and turn, she could only focus on one point at any given time.
As time passed Nyssa became aware of another kind of pain, one inside her head. A pulsating, sliver sharp pain that was not caused by the minds that invaded hers, this was a pain that came from her. Suddenly she found herself in a small bright room that her brain must have conjured up; this was not a real place she knew. Still she managed to close a smooth door against the invading consciousness of the Masters and looked around. There was a white bed in the middle of the room and as she walked toward it the pain receded. Somehow she understood that she was given a way out if only temporary. If she allowed herself to pass out, then she would lock her senses more effectively than any imagined barriers. Her mind, if nothing else, would be safe for a little while. With a feeling of gratefulness she sank down on the bed and everything became nothing.
Then, slowly, Nyssa woke up, realising her head hurt again. A throbbing all-consuming headache that made her keep perfectly still with only a gradual comprehension that she was alone in her mind and her body was once again her own. With her eyes closed she tried to make out her surroundings. She was lying down, from the soft firmness underneath her, on a bed. Her clothes were gone, she had a vague feeling she had been ordered to remove them. It was quiet around her and she could not tell if she was alone or not. Despite the pain in her head she tried to open her eyes a little. To her relief the room was quite dim even if the light still was strong enough to hurt.
At first the world was just a blur but when she could focus she realised that Koschei was watching her, his face impassive, as he was adjusting the cuffs of his jacket. Nyssa involuntary winced, had the pain in her head permitted it she would have scrabbled away, as far from him as she could, but as it were, she could only press herself deeper into the mattress.
“Ah, you are awake. I was afraid that I would have to take my leave before you did.” He took one of her hands, kissing her fingers. “A pure pleasure to make your acquaintance. I look forward to be able to re-new it, eventually.”
He disappeared from her view and Nyssa closed her eyes again. She really ought to get up, but the headache swelled and rolled and when she tried to move she felt sick. For the time being she could just stay where she was, very still and hoping that she would feel better soon. Eventually she heard soft foot steps, and she looked up at the Master.
He sat down beside her. “My sweet Nyssa, you have to stop fighting me. Your little mind can’t cope with that of a Time Lord’s, which is why you are in such a pain now.”
With an unexpected tenderness he helped her raise her head and made her drink something bitter. Nyssa sputtered at the taste, but almost at once the headache curled up and away to just a whispering murmur in the back of her head.
“Stop struggling now. It doesn’t have to be so bad. If you let me in, I won’t need to hurt you.”
He bent down and kissed her, a soft but insistent kiss, then continued to her cheeks, her eyes, her throat and breasts and Nyssa sighed and let him. It was easy, frighteningly easy, and she was awarded with pleasure without pain that swept her away. But he was inside her, body and mind and she didn’t want him there, she didn’t and still it was too easy to not fight it.
When he was done he finally left her and Nyssa watched him leave, waiting a few minutes before she dared to look away from the door out. Even if her headache was gone, she was deadly tired and now she became aware of how the rest of her body hurt. Deadly tired she just wanted to curl up and sleep, but that was the last thing she could allow herself to do. Though she wasn’t completely sure, she thought that the Master had left her to rest. The Doctor rarely got tired, but it did happen and the Master’s body was not fully Time Lord. And Nyssa had fought; it seemed that some kind of mental fatigue would be due to the Master as well. At least that was she had to believe.
Still not moving she willed herself to relax, looking deep into her. When she had slammed imaginary doors shut, locking and bolting them, she had made them big, difficult to miss, but in the furthest corner of her perception was a small, insignificant door, still shut. Not even locked, just wholly uninteresting, a drab little hatch that no one had cared to look behind. They had not been interested in it, perhaps not even noticed it, because in their urgent greed they had gone for the Doctor and her memories of him. The thoughts behind the little door had nothing to do with the Doctor; inside it she had stored something else, something that was more important than anything else at the moment. Inside it was everything she could imagine to help her to escape.
Nyssa made herself sit up on the edge of the bed. Damage control first, she decided, she had to see what they had done to her. It hurt to move, but she could move. This room was intended to be her prison and as the Master had seen fit to grant her a comfortable one; logic told her that she would find everything she needed inside it. That proved very easy to confirm, she quickly found a food dispenser in a corner and then a nicely furnished bathroom. She ran the water in the bath tub. She had no way of knowing if she was monitored in any way, or how, so she decided to at least try to mimic the actions she was most likely to do. The water looked very tempting, she longed to clean herself, but that was another thing she had to wait with.
A large mirror provided her with her image, a woman with tangled hair and hurt eyes. Her mouth was swollen from the slap she had received and a bruise was forming there, as well as on her breasts, arms and legs. She could see red welts on her back and buttocks, but nothing that would cause any permanent harm. If she could only sleep, then her constitution would heal most of it away quickly, for now she would just have to ignore the discomfort and the knowledge that she wasn’t seriously hurt would help her to do so.
She washed her face at least and then went back into the room to find her clothes. They were scattered on the floor, but to her relief not destroyed. She dressed and then ordered a warm, thick soup that she hastily devoured. It was tempting to order a massive amount of food to take with her, but that would be an odd thing to do and might set some kind of alarm. After some contemplating she selected a modest amount of foodstuff that were both easy to carry and nutritious. Then she looked through the wardrobe, which, as she had suspected, contained clothes that would fit her. She loathed the idea of wearing anything in it, but she had to think forward and she might need something warm, so she picked out a coat. And being as prepared as she could, Nyssa sat down to figure out how she was to get out of the room and escape.