Beneath the Mask

[The Doctor]

The laboratory was very rudimentary, basic equipment, basic chemicals and formulas, basic restraints, basic atmosphere. The Doctor didn't mind too much though, eventually she would have her own lab f her own design, but for now, she had to make due with what she had, which was perfectly adequate for her return to form. In the middle of the darkened room, shackled to the chair that lay there and exposed by the glaringly bright spotlight, was her most recent catch, Zaana. Her injuries stung at the mere thought of her name, her sound thrashing had certainly take it's toll on her, and those injuries would need time to heal, but they would heal eventually.

For now, her attention was on her beautiful new pet Togrutan, a small thing, but all the same, skilled and deadly. There was just a few things that needed adjustment to suit her needs, as did anything when you're breaking it in, a few physical and mental alterations that had to be established before she could uphold her position as Bodyguard and Agent of her will. Walking forward into the light, her Custom Lab Coat reflecting the light it soaked in, The Doctor held some small pinches of smelling salts under Zaana's nose, smirking evilly.

"Come on Zaana dear...wake up" She commanded

@Immortal Cyan

 

[Zaana Ni]

The last thing that Zaana remembered before then was a warm bed with fresh sheets and the lulling voice of her mistress, softly encouraging her to go to sleep. Although her sleep was short, the cyan-skinned Togruta had slept quite well. The Doctor had given Zaana painkillers before she had went to sleep as well, which had only made her slave sleep even better.

Predictably, Zaana was quite fazed to find herself strapped to a laboratory bed when she woke up. Initially, she thought it was a bad dream, but the sight of The Doctor in her custom lab coat quickly brought the slave back to lucidity, along with the potent smelling salts, which triggered a small fit of coughing from the diminutive Togruta. Only when Zaana began to take in her surroundings did she realize that she was restrained to the bed. She was naked as well, but she had went to sleep that way, and she was never uncomfortable being such. After all, she had been a slave for her entire life. That, in addition to her tribal roots, made nudity a rather casual thing for Zaana, although she had no memory of the tribe on Felucia that she was born in.

"M...mistress?" Zaana spoke in a confused, but seemingly lucid tone. "What...what's going on...mistress?" She said as she tested the strength of the restraints clamping her legs and wrists to the bed.

 

[The Doctor]

She hadn't even begun to work yet, but the simple, weak and confused tone of her precious little thing had already managed to turn her smirk into a full grin of sadistic glee - she had absolutely no idea what was coming, and the thought of her future screams only brought a warmth to The Doctor's heart. It felt so good to be back in her Lab Coat, specially made 23 years ago on Corellia, beautiful patterns, comfy lining, and best of all, practical! And what better way to break it back in than wanton torture and pointless sadism?

Ok, being honest, this little session served two key purposes: First, it would remove most scars and marks from Zaana's body and give her a greater sense of heightened awareness, much like the stims she had grown so accustomed to. Secondly, this would serve to satisfy The Doctor's sadistic streak for a little while, a streak she was VERY eager to indulge after so many months of abstinence. The Doctor moved away from the table, letting Zaana see her in full, her predatory grin accentuated by the spotlight above the two women.
"Isn't it obvious pet?...I'm going to have some fun" She hissed venomously, licking her lips as her hand came up and fingers snapped, triggering an ambient music track she had set up beforehand. The build up was always the best part, setting the mood and working her up into hysterics until you finally just cut loose and made her howl. She began to slowly circle her captive, her footsteps calm and measured, rhythmically strolling toward her head as she let two fingers glide up her thigh and chest, with The Doctor savoring the goosebumps they brought and the inevitable increase in heartbeat she, no doubt, felt. Lust and fear weren't so different chemically, dopemine and endorphins flooding the brain, elevated heart rate, pupils dilated, all creating a heightened awareness of one's surroundings, hearing more, smelling more, seeing more, but most importantly, feeling more.

The Doctor wanted Zaana to feel every single thing, from a tender caress, to stabbing injections, she wanted this woman primed and ready before she did anything, and as a chemist, she had a little incentive to help her out in that regard. Her fingers treaded across her bosom and slithered up her neck, coming to rest on the crown of her lekku as The Doctor crouched down next to her pet's head, layering her voice with malice and a slight reverb as she whispered smoothly.

"It's always the first time that's roughest pet, but don't worry...I'm a Doctor"

A flick of her wrist brought a stim into her hand, and like lightning, she brought it down and slammed it into her neck, injecting it as she was no doubt getting goosebumps all over - nothing like yanking the chain after a good sleep to wake someone up.

 

[Zaana Ni]

Her mistress had borne nearly the same expression on her delicate features, just after Zaana had annihilated the woman in the octagon. For a moment, she wondered if her mistress was acting out of spite or a lust for revenge, but the thought was vaporized just as quickly as it appeared in her head, on account of it's potentially rebellious nature. Even so, it seemed that this time, The Doctor was going to enjoy what was coming. After all, the woman said it herself. The hissing, licking of the lips, and the snapping of her fingers made Zaana feel fear in a manner that was almost erotic.

"Am...am I going to have fun too...mistress?" The slave spoke uncertainly. Indeed, as soon as the last word left her mouth, she already knew the answer to that question.

From the moment that her mistress placed her hands on the slave, Zaana began to recoil back, as far as she could within the restraints. However, as The Doctor's fingers touched Zaana's plump bosom, a soft cry escaped from her lips, in a sick combination of lust and fear. Just as The Doctor had intended, Zaana was feeling and sensing more already, and her mistress had only just begun whatever sadistic ritual that she had planned.

As she crouched next to Zaana, the slave could feel her mistresses' voice vibrate within her montrals. She could feel the tone of the woman's voice, in addition to the tone that quite strongly oozed malice and titillation. Before Zaana could respond to her mistresses' whisper, an overwhelming stab of pain appeared in her neck, triggering a sharp howl from the slave as her back spontaneously lifted off of the bed.

 

[The Doctor]

Just as seeing Zaana squirm brought a smile to The Doctor's face, her sudden sharp howl to the heavens sent waves of euphoria through her mind, her smile breaking into a grin of pure, sadistic glee as she let out a soft giggle right into her slave's ear.
"That's it Zaana, that's what I want to hear" She muttered under her breath, content as she twisted the syringe in her neck so that the two small flaps on the needle could close the injection site on her neck, a little mechanism of her own design, painful, but useful too. Now she just needed to stand back and watch as the stim took hold, heightening every sense and filling her with that oh so beautiful burst of energy that you just need to expel, something she'll most likely do struggling against the restraints.

The Doctor walked back into the dark to fetch a few different tools and instruments alongside a few empty syringes, and wheeled them back into view, just inside Zaana's field of vision. By now, her own little cocktail of hyper stimulants should be wearing off, but it's secondary effect would be kicking in round about now. In addition to the stimulant chemicals, she had added a few choice ingredients of her own, namely a chemical that would render her completely hypersensitive, every. single. nerve. As per, she also laced in a slight aphrodisiac to keep that little brain maelstrom going in her head. "First, I shall need a blood sample!" She dramatically declared, her left hand morphing into series of thin, octopus-like tentacles that coiled around her upper arm to keep it from spasming whilst she slid a syringe into her muscle tissue, extracting a nice, healthy dose of blood for her research. Next, she held up a scalpel, sliding it down her arm like a hot knife through butter as she, with delicate precision, shaved off a thin strip of Zaana's top layer of skin (no doubt still painful though, teehee!)."And that was my skin sample, now I can start to make you stronger...but that can wait a moment" She teased, gazing down into Zaana's eyes, her own blazing yellow.

With these ingredients now procured, The Doctor released her arm and half sat down next to her little test subject, one leg on the table as she took hold of one of her Lekku and started to stroke it with two fingers, knowing they were also hypersensitive to the touch, just in a much different way...oh how she loved chemistry "So tell me Zaana, what would you say your regular diet is?" She asked nonchalantly.

 

[Zaana Ni]

Zaana's delicate and feminine features twisted in an expression of severe discomfort, as the flaps on the needle sealed the injection area on her tender neck. When her mistress finally retracted the abominable device, Zaana felt an incessant tingling sensation across her cyan skin, and the irresistible urge to scratch overcame her thoughts. However, restrained as she was, Zaana could only moan softly. The sensation only intensified when her mistress wheeled the painful looking medical tools into view. However, even with the irritating sensations crawling across her skin, Zaana suspected that she didn't have to be awake for whatever procedure her mistress intended to execute upon her. After all, if there existed chemical agents that put a person in a state of hypersensitivity, then there had to be agents that put a person into a state of hyposensitivity.

In essence, Zaana knew that this a deliberate choice on the part of her mistress, and she felt a wave of rage overcome her emotions. She rattled violently at the restraints, before hissing and displaying her canines to her mistress. Just as quickly, her rage turned to cowering terror, when The Doctor's left hand transformed into a series of tentacles, which coiled tightly around Zaana's arm, holding the limb down tightly with nigh-unnatural strength. Once again, Zaana howled like a scared cat, tears running down her cheeks as her mistress shaved off a strip of skin.

When it finally stopped, Zaana was a heaving and sweaty mess. However, in spite of the burning rage that beset her emotions, a soft and pleased sounding moan escaped from her lips as The Doctor gently massaged one of her lekku.

"I'm...I'm a carnivore, miss...I only e-eat meat." She spoke softly, and with latent terror in her voice. "Are...are you going to hurt me again...mistress?"

 

[The Doctor]

"I might, if I want to, I don't know," She began, fingers lightly dancing up and across her Lekku before traveling down to her face. "Although, some of this pain you feel? Well, it's in your hands whether or not you want to feel it. Pain is a choice in many cases my dear." The Doctor took note of her dietary tendencies, and as her free hand reached back toward the table, her mind was already drawing up a timetable and regime for her to follow - red meat was good, perhaps she could add a little something extra to help balance her out. Now for the more mundane medical matters to follow, a chore but necessary. The Doctor snatched a little clamp-like device from the table and forced it into Zaana's mouth, parting her lips nice and wide so she could closely examine those Molars of hers. All in all, those were pretty good, must have went hand in hand with her hardy constitution considering she probably didn't have much opportunity to take care of them out in the wilds of war. "Teeth are in good health, excellent," She noted before hopping off the table, leaving the clamp in just so she could squirm a little more.

Now she vanished again into the dark, and from Zaana's perspective, all that would give any indication of her activity beyond the veil would be the faint sound of gas seeping from some unknown source. It's smell was rather sugary, like fruit and candy mixed into one little blend of sweet confectionery, and it was soon accompanied by the faint crackling of what sounded like fire. Soon enough, that fire sound encroached upon her nose as the sweetness turned to burning and a coal like smog that stuffed her nostrils. Soon enough though, it all faded as The Doctor stepped back into the light, coming to a stop at the foot of the table.

The Doctor had been anticipating this moment for hours, and now she was finally here, the thought of her so helpless and scared as she was subjected to that kind of torture practically made the Doctor feel all warm and fuzzy inside. A shiver trickled down her spine at the thought as she clicked a control and the table began to rotate upright, bringing Zaana to her feet, face to face with her new Mistress. The Doctor's features had morphed since the Market, the light peeling away the beautiful veneer to reveal a much more haunting image. Her face had drained of colour, still smooth and supple to the touch, but now cold and almost electrifying, and her voluminous brunette locks were now a much more sinister ashen black, perhaps to compliment the slight blackening of her veins peeking out from the roots of her hair, spilling down to her forehead, but those were few and far between. Gone were the chocolate brown eyes, now replaced with the more familiar sickly yellow shade of the Dark Side, boring deeply into Zaana's soul.

Of course, The Doctor hadn't advanced that far in terms of force corruption, this was just a facsimile she had morphed into, though she did hope it would be something similar when the Dark Side did start to erode her physical form, something her own abilities were untested against. She held something small in the palm of her hands, some kind of pointed tools that bent at an angle that made them look akin to hooks. She would let their presence go unexplained for now, instead it was best to just focus on that delicate balance between pain, pleasure, and work. "Now Zaana, I'm going to show you some vids and play some music for ya ok?"

 

[Zaana Ni]

The pulsing pain in her arm was perhaps the most testing aspect of what The Doctor had done so far to her slave. Her teeth clattered together, but as her mistress forced her mouth open, Zaana could only sweat and moan in pain and fear, at what was to come next. The Doctor's words gave her a little comfort, but with the clamp in her mouth Zaana could only moan in response. Even with the clamp in her mouth, Zaana could feel palpable relief when her mistress proclaimed that her teeth were in good health. She didn't want to have to go through a painful dental operation, which within the depths of war and slavery, was often performed with little more than whiskey and pliers.

That, in addition to the sugary smell seeping into the room, calmed Zaana's nerves for a moment. But only for that long, as the table suddenly moved and brought her upright, staring directly into the now-yellow eyes and veiny pale features of her mistress. She was not as beautiful as she was in her other form, and Zaana suspected that the affect was quite intentional. Quite simply, to Zaana, the mistresses' appearance was...disquieting.

It was all she could do to nod her head at the woman, as ominous vibrations began to echo within her montrals.

 

[The Doctor]

Now came the real fun.

The Doctor enjoyed many forms of torture: emotional, chemical, physical, but by far, she knew her calling was in mental manipulation, forcing her fingers into a poor sod's mind and letting them feel her touch, a touch that spread euphoria and urpose deep into their mind, running all the way down into their sweet little souls, a touch that was more intoxicating than death sticks or adrenaline or any kind of spice that you could find, a touch that they would yearn for forever once they'd tasted it. Zaana would feel that touch now, and once she did, she would belong to her in more than just body an mind...Zaana would pledge everything to The Doctor, heart, body, mind, and soul, and she would find her true meaning in this servitude.

The Doctor held up her hand, now drawing attention to the hooks in her hand with a little smirk. Given the proximity to her eyes, it would have been pretty easy to guess what the purpose of them was, either way it didn't stop it from happening. Keeping her eyes wide with her free hand, The Doctor slid the hooks under Zaana's eyelids as their adhesive bonded with her skin, locking the Slave's eyes open where they would no doubt water and shrivel, given enough time, though they wouldn't be in long enough for permanent degradation of eyesight to occur. The Doctor moved away from her, vanishing back into the dark for mere moments before reappearing with a small set of goggles and an auditory receiver in her one hand, and a rather ornate, but very claustrophobic looking mask in the other.

Now she began to move quickly, her gentle touches now transmogrifying into quick and decisive movements that were aggressive in their handling, but still somehow managed to caress and stroke the young Togruta's head as they wrapped the goggles around her eyes, blacking out her vision in a manner similar to a blindfold, and locked them tightly beneath her Montral. Speaking of the Montral, The Doctor next attached the auditory receiver directly into it, knowing that it's sensitivity would mean this receiver was all she could hear. Finally, there was the Mask, a simple metallic creation molded to Zaana's face perfectly, with one small caveat. This version was one size too small, so it would fit, but feel very tight and claustrophobic, almost as if someone was pressing down on her neck. In addition, it also squeezed into either side of her lekku to try and cut off auditory stimuli from those, effectively rendering her in a state of Sensory Deprivation.

As the mask's two halves slipped snugly onto her face, just before snapping it shut, The Doctor leaned in close to Zaana's left lekku, and tenderly let her tongue lick up it's striped patterns as she began to whisper, in a way that barely concealed her excited tones. "Enjoy your trip down the rabbit hole pet...now you'll belong to me alone" She whispered, finally clamping the mask shut around her. Now that her senses were cut off, The Doctor injected another fresh dose of medicine into the young'un's neck, this one a potent hallucinogen that would bring her fears and fantasies to life in the dark void her mind resided in. Whilst she fought her demons, The Doctor would be in her mind, letting Zaana's weakness and fear lower her defenses so she could start to properly program her newest follower.