The Lost Echo

I am Clara Oswald. But I'm not the one you thought I was.((AU Clara Oswald. Details TBA))

[lost-echo-clara]

(timelordcaliban) "Clara, come sit with me a while."

“Yes, Master.” 

[lost-echo-clara]

“I don’t think you could be horrible, Master,” Clara insisted, smiling. “You gave me a new life. You… You saved me from an uncertain fate; who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come around. And who knows what my old Masters would have done if I hadn’t been sold.”

She stood and walked to his desk, taking a moment to glance at the datapad before slowly entering the names of her father, gran, and Linda. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should add others. But she stopped herself from asking; what her Master was doing was a gift, and she shouldn’t squander it or spoil it with other requests.

“What will you do when you meet them? The Jaskals, I mean… They might expect to see you with the golden light. If you don’t have it… Wouldn’t they possibly kill you?”

[timelordcaliban]

“I wouldn’t worry about me. I can handle myself,” Caliban replied with a shrug. “I might take the gold again when I visit them, or the other kind, or perhaps I will simply remind myself how powerful I can be without relying on such things. When the time is right, I’ll make a move. We’re in a time machine, Clara. There is no need for haste so long as we don’t interfere and upset the balance of what I intend to do.” He looked at her sadly while her back was turned, hating that he had brought her here at all, to live this servile life. “Do you.. have everything you need?” he wondered aloud.

[lost-echo-clara]

For a moment, Clara imagined the golden light that Master Caliban had used when he'd first found her. She remembered how it snapped the necks of the guards, and turned others to dust. She also remembered how gentle it could be when they were together. She wondered what he was planning to do for her family... Would they be set free somewhere?

She found herself speaking before she could stop it. "I think so. But... My mother. We can't save her, can we? This is a time machine, like you said, and we can't interfere with certain events... So my mother can't come back." It was a statement of fact, not a question of whether or not it could be done.

[timetravelingrogue]

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20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists. 

With a growl, he reached for her wrists, yanking them up above her head.   He used one hand to trap them there as his other ran down her side.  “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.   I think I would like a taste of you.”

[timetravelingrogue]

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She squirmed, flinching at the sound of his voice. “I was looking for Peter,” she whispered. “He said he would take me to my Master, Caliban… But I lost my way.”

Blinking in surprise Rogue searched his admittedly fuzzy memory.   “Caliban, that’s Kyrian’s pet.”   He kept one  hand on her wrists, while using the other to scratch his chin.   “You sure you want to go back to him darlin’?”

[lost-echo-clara]

"I don't think I have a choice," she replied, shifting slightly as she spoke. He noticed that her arms were starting to feel tired. "I wear his mark. I owe him my freedom from my old master, and therefore, I owe him my life."

[timetravelingrogue]

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20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists. 

With a growl, he reached for her wrists, yanking them up above her head.   He used one hand to trap them there as his other ran down her side.  “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.   I think I would like a taste of you.”

[lost-echo-clara]

Clara yelped in surprise as he grabbed her wrists, thrashing slightly in his grip as he forced her against the wall. She tried to speak, but words had left her; instead, she just stared up at him with widened, terrified eyes.

[timetravelingrogue]

That, actually surprised him.   The Rogue’s “guests” generally were so sex addicted that they enjoyed any contact that he gave them.  When they weren’t shagging each other that is.  “Where the fuck did you come from then?”

[lost-echo-clara]

She squirmed, flinching at the sound of his voice. "I was looking for Peter," she whispered. "He said he would take me to my Master, Caliban... But I lost my way."

[timetravelingrogue]

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20. My muse grabs their muse’s wrists. 

With a growl, he reached for her wrists, yanking them up above her head.   He used one hand to trap them there as his other ran down her side.  “Aren’t you a pretty little thing.   I think I would like a taste of you.”

[lost-echo-clara]

Clara yelped in surprise as he grabbed her wrists, thrashing slightly in his grip as he forced her against the wall. She tried to speak, but words had left her; instead, she just stared up at him with widened, terrified eyes.

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Your muse throws a punch at mine.

My muse throws a punch at yours.

Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.

My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.

Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.

My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.

Your muse grips my muse’s hips.

My muse grips your muse’s hips.

Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.

My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.

Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.

My muse slams yours against a wall hard.

Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.

My muses pushes your to their knees.

Your muse bites mine.

My muse bites yours.

Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.

My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.

Your muse attempts to shove away mine.

My muse attempts to push off yours.

Your muse roughly kisses mine.

My muse roughly kisses yours.

Your muse pins mine onto the ground.

My muse pins yours to the ground.

Your muse delivers beatings to mine.

My muse delivers beatings to yours.

Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.

My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

Mun chooses.

[cinukas]

Among slaves

[lost-echo-clara]

“Some might be your children?” Clara repeated. “How many, do you think?” Her heart went out to him; she couldn’t imagine Cin, so gentle and caring, being used to breed slaves. She couldn’t imagine what kind of life he had led before now, either. She wondered what his life had been like, who he had loved and lost. A wife, children maybe?

She allowed Jareth to be taken from her arms and returned to his cot and followed Cin to the couch, where they sat. His words made her blush, and his touch made her feel warm in the pit of her stomach. 

“Back home… There was someone I wanted to spend my life with. His name was Danny,” she admitted. “There was an epidemic, and… it was the same illness that took my mother. But he was recovering, walking around – some people were affected worse than others… And some Jaskal youths ran him over with a cart. What was worse was that it happened while they were taking me to market to be sold… It was the last time I saw him, so I didn’t know if he was alive afterwards.” 

[cinukas]

“I don’t know, Clara. Maybe none, maybe ten. I have no idea. Maybe Master Kyrian killed them all once he discovered that I ran away. I don’t know. Just don’t know.” He sat back on the sofa, very tempted to pull her down with him to rest on his chest. But he didn’t. He didn’t want to scare her.  “I have loved… men. I was trained here on this ship to be a pleasure slave mostly for men. I loved one of my Masters. Dearly. And my boys. The ones who were given to me while I was a headslave. I taught them, was there for them. For some I was a father, for some a lover. I loved them all. Clara, I’m very sorry to hear about Danny. But you are here now. I’m sorry to say that but…”  He took her hand in his and squeezed it. “He has no place in your life anymore.” Oh, how he wanted to kiss her. It had been decades since he had been with a woman who was not a client. He had never felt the need. Until now.

[lost-echo-clara]

"That's just... I'm so sorry," Clara whispered, reaching out to awkwardly place her hand on Cin's shoulder. "I didn't even think of that... Did you ever wish you could meet them? The ones you fathered?"

She squeezed the hand he held, smiling gently. "They sound wonderful; you must have loved them all very much." She understood that these boys had been Cun's family; he had nurtured relationships with them, cared for them... It was only fair that he grieve.

She nodded when he spoke about Danny, her eyes downcast. "I understand," she admitted. "I don't want to let go, but I know there's nothing I can do; if he's alive, I can never see him again, and if he's not, then he truly is lost to me." It was that revelation that broke her heart, not knowing his fate.

[timetravelingrogue]

The Toy’s Toy

[timetravelingrogue]

“Nice to meet you Clara.”  He offered her a somewhat shy smile and nodded aroudn the room.  “The rest are a bit, occupied with each other at the moment.  Though I’m sure if you want to meet them it can be arranged.” 

Occupied perhaps an extremely diplomatic way of saying shagging each other rotten.   Nothing was hidden from anyone, not in this room anyways.   Difficult to say if Clara had been placed here to show this to her, or just as an afterthought.   

“I can’t say, except the Rogue took him to one of his playrooms.  It’s not the really bad one, and he hasn’t invited any of us to join him.   So its not a worse case senerio for your Master anyways.”   He took the glass back when she emptied it.  “Do you need more?”

[lost-echo-clara]

She nodded, finishing the glass of water and handing it to him.

"Please? My throat still feels dry," she admitted, following his gaze and watching as the other people in the room acted intimate toward each other. She blushed as she watched. "Are they... Am I expected to also be... Occupied in the same manner?" She asked, turning back to Peter.

"The Rogue... Is he you Master? As in, like how Master Caliban is mine? I don't mean to pry, but I'm quite curious," she trailed off, blushing again.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here... Maybe I just wasn't expected to be here."

[lost-echo-clara]

(Caliban) "Clara, I'm sorry but you must hurry. Say goodbye to Jareth. We have to leave. Now."

Clara looked up in surprise, cradling the child in her arms. “Master, where are we going? What’s happened?”

[timelordcaliban]

Caliban clamped his hand over Clara’s mouth and walked her down the hallways, once again shaking his head. They would not be able to talk freely until they reached the Predator’s TARDIS. Fortunately, Kyrian’s ship was parked in its usual place for brothel business, whether or not that was still running. Even if Kyrian didn’t, Wolf surely did.

They were not stopped, though Caliban’s hearts thumped loudly in his chest at the thought that Kyrian would change his mind and have them dragged back. He suspected he would have nightmares of golden tendrils seizing him and tearing Clara apart before his eyes.

At last he brought her to the TARDIS that had belonged to the man whose body he now also owned. He gasped as though he had held his breath, letting Clara go the moment they were inside.

“I’m sorry, Clara. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t safe. We can speak now. I - I don’t know what will happen to them, but you’re the only one I can try to protect. I’ve left Kyrian. I don’t know how long for. I couldn’t risk him hurting you for what I’ve done. Not.. not without at least trying to take you with me.”

[lost-echo-clara]

“Mmmph!” Clara whined as his hand went over her mouth; Clara had known this was a tense moment, but it wasn’t until now that it all came together. 

Something was wrong. If Master Caliban wanted them to leave, then he must be in danger. She glanced up at him, concern and fear in her eyes. She cared about her Master, didn’t want anything happening to her. Not only because she knew there were worse Masters out there, but because -- more importantly -- she owed her new life to Master Caliban. 

She was brought to a blue box, which, when opened, revealed a larger console room. The room was dark, as though it had been unused for some time. As soon as she was free, Clara turned to him, wanting to demand answers, but afraid of what to say. After hearing Caliban speak though, she nodded, forgiving him. 

“You’re leaving Master Kyrian?” she asked, confused. “Why, Master? I understand you’re trying to protect me, so... Was it something he said? Something I did?” She suddenly felt cold. “Master, did I do something wrong?”

[timetravelingrogue]

The Toy’s Toy

[timetravelingrogue]

“Sure, just sit tight, I’ll be right back with some.”  He gave her a sympathetic smile as he got up.    True to his word, it only took a few moments before he returned with a glass of cool water.

“Now take it easy, I’m not sure exactly what happened.    He just told us to look after you is all.    I’m guessing you got darted with some sort of tranquilizer based on the puncture wound I spotted.”   The young man helped her sit up and sip the water.  “You can call me Peter.”  

He seemed young, early twenties at best.   The fact he only had on a pair of tight pants didn’t seem to bother him.  Instead he looked completely relaxed with the situation at hand.  “Do you want anything else?”

[lost-echo-clara]

By the time he got back, Clara was starting to recover more. She was trying to sit up, but had only managed to reach the back of the couch and was now leaning on it for support.Her eyes were adjusting to the light in the room, but they still looked watery, and she kept blinking profusely in an attempt to clear her vision. 

“Thank you, Peter,” she replied. “I’m... My name is Clara.” She gently took the water from him and managed a slow sip; it took everything she had to not gulp the whole glass down, but it tasted so good to her! Distracting herself, she nodded in agreement with his words. 

“That was the last thing I remember,” she confirmed, still feeling tired. “There was a dart in Master Caliban’s neck, and then there was a pain in mine. I looked and saw the dart, and I wanted to pull it out, but everything felt so heavy. And then it got dark. I couldn’t think... And then I woke up here.” 

She broke off, glancing at the other people in the room before returning her gaze to Peter, noticing that he was shirtless. “Do you know why Master Caliban and I are here?” She blurted, confused. “Are we in trouble?”

[lost-echo-clara]

(timelordcaliban) "Clara, come sit with me a while."

“Yes, Master.” 

[timelordcaliban]

Caliban gave a somewhat broken laugh then. “I don’t think you overreacted at all. The man I am, the one I should be, he doesn’t keep slaves.” He shook his head. “What I’m doing.. I do because I need to understand, to be closer to him, and because I need someone. I found you because I thought at least if I had to have a slave of my own, it should be one I brought to a better life. If I take the golden light again, whenever I do, then - then maybe I won’t care so much. You’ll be important to me still, but your freedom won’t be so necessary. For now I hope not to have to be that creature again.”

Kyrian would not have approved of being so open with a slave, but Caliban reminded himself that that wasn’t who he was. He had protected himself and closed himself off, when really he needed to be the man Kyrian had wanted all along. As near as possible anyway. For now, though, he would still have her call him ‘master’.

“Do you know how to use the datapad on my desk? I want you to record the names of your family.” 

[lost-echo-clara]

“I don’t think you could be horrible, Master,” Clara insisted, smiling. “You gave me a new life. You... You saved me from an uncertain fate; who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t come around. And who knows what my old Masters would have done if I hadn’t been sold.”

She stood and walked to his desk, taking a moment to glance at the datapad before slowly entering the names of her father, gran, and Linda. She paused for a moment, wondering if she should add others. But she stopped herself from asking; what her Master was doing was a gift, and she shoukdn’t squander it or spoil it with other requests.

“What will you do when you meet them? The Jaskals, I mean... They might expect to see you with the golden light. If you don’t have it... Wouldn’t they possible kill you?”

[kyrianofgallifrey]

Kyrian rolled his eyes as he watched her.  “What a horrible slave you are, woman. Has no one ever taught you that it is an honour to serve your Master sexually? Most of my slaves only know me from punishments. Never tenderness. You are already special little bird.”  She was… okay pretty. Nothing too special. Just another average girl. He wouldn’t use her in his brothel. Too average. 

Kyrian lifted her chin up a little and made her look at him.  “An honour, little bird. Remember that.”

[lost-echo-clara]

Clara yelped as she felt her chin be forcibly lifted up; she found herself staring at Kyrian, looking into his face, his eyes…

“I’m s-sorry, M-Master K-Kyrian,” she gasped, fighting back tears. “I’m n-not u-used t-to… It n-never went b-beyond t-touching at h-home…” She felt sick; was he going to punish her for her lack of experience? Going from what Clara knew, there was no doubt that he had the potential (and the motive, she noted) to make her life miserable if she didn’t do something…

Her hands fumbled at the top of his slacks but managed to removed them enough to reveal his flaccid length to her. She closed her eyes for a second, calming herself with a deep breath before leaning forward to take him into her mouth.

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[the-space-ghost]

If you don’t think space is the tightest shit then you’re wrong

[timetravelingrogue]

The Toy’s Toy

[timetravelingrogue]

Giving his head a small negative shake, the young man offered Clara an apologetic smile as he moved to help her sit up.  “Sorry, the Rogue is entertaining him at the moment.   He left you with us to look after.”  His gaze flicked away from her and around the room.

“You look like you could use a glass of water.  Do you need something for your head?”  He studied her with some concern in his eyes.   

“Don’t worry about the rest of the activities in here.   He lets us do as we please and that usually means enjoying each other.   You are more than welcome to join in of course when you feel better.”

[lost-echo-clara]

Clara didn't respond at first; her head was still throbbing and the lights still seemed bright to her. She didn't want to accidentally blind herself that would be terrible.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm not -- my head keeps throbbing like it switched off with my heart and... Why do I feel sick?" The headache she had was nearly unbearable, but she was worried more about Master Caliban than herself. When could she see him again? She swallowed, wincing at the lack of moisture in her mouth.

"C-could I have some water, please," she asked; her throat was parched and her lips were dry. "And maybe something for my head... I think I'll just lay here for a minute..." She paused, taking a moment to look through her fingers at him. Did he have a name?

[timetravelingrogue]

The Toy’s Toy

lost-echo-clara

The unconscious girl was picked up by a young man dressed only in a pair of tight fitting trousers.   His hair a messy thatch of brown and a few white lines cross-crossed over his back.  He managed her weight, carrying her into a large room and setting her down on one of the many comfortable couches scattered through it.   The young man settled in one of the others, keeping watch.   

Others seemed scattered about the room in various states of undress, enjoying each other’s company.    The smell of incense didn’t quite cover the smell of sex the permeated virtually everything in that place.   Nothing even attempted to cover up the sounds.   Still the young man seemed relaxed and unaffected as he just waited for to wake.

[lost-echo-clara]

Clara slowly came to, blinking sleepily as she tried to take in her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was walking out the door of her Master’s stolen ship, and watching as some sort of dart hit him, before she was also hit. 

She found herself staring at the man for a moment before trying to sit up, crying softly as her head pounded and swam. She fell back, feeling sick from moving. 

“What happened?” She murmured. “Where am I? Who are you? Can I see Master Caliban please?”

[lost-echo-clara]

(Caliban) "Clara, I'm sorry but you must hurry. Say goodbye to Jareth. We have to leave. Now."

Clara looked up in surprise, cradling the child in her arms. “Master, where are we going? What’s happened?”

[timelordcaliban]

“Not here,” Caliban replied, shaking his head. The walls had Kyrian’s ears. “Leave him be and come with me. Take nothing with you. I have my own ship. You can have anything you need there. It isn’t safe for you here.” His face was pale and his posture weary. There was no indication he was any more than an ordinary, desperate man.

[lost-echo-clara]

Nodding vigorously, Clara obeyed; the last thing she did was brush the fringe of hair from Jareth's forehead as she laid him in his cot before following her Master out the door. All the while, she pondered what he meant, shuddering as she suddenly thought of Kyrian.

"What will happen to Jareth? And Cin? Does it have to do with Master Kyrian?"

[lost-echo-clara]

(timelordcaliban) "Clara, come sit with me a while."

“Yes, Master.” 

[lost-echo-clara]

Flinching at the harsh tone on his voice, Clara froze, lowering her eyes in fear and embarrassment. “I’m sorry Master,” she whispered, frightened. “I just got carried away there… It’s been so long since I saw my family… I miss them.”

She was thankful for this gesture he was presenting her, but she was worried that because of her eager manner, he might reconsider. She glanced up at him briefly before returning her focus to her hands as they lay folded in her lap.

[timelordcaliban]

“Clara..” At once he loathed hurting her, his hands upon her face in a tender gesture. “My Clara, I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. Next chance I get, I intend to free your family. I don’t have the power right now, not that which I had when I first found you, but I will find a way. I may even let you visit them, if - if you promise to return to me.”

[lost-echo-clara]

She was surprised by his gentle touch, but Clara felt the beginning of a small smile creep into her face.

"I don't hate you, Master," she insisted, glancing at him. "I can't. You saved me, gave me a new life... I don't want to leave you. I wouldn't leave you for anything. I just overreacted. I miss them so much and I want to know if they're alright." There was a chance her family had been punished in the wake of Clara's departure, but she hoped they were at least okay.

[lost-echo-clara]

(timelordcaliban) "Clara, come sit with me a while."

“Yes, Master.” 

[lost-echo-clara]

She looked at him in surprise; the last time she had mentioned her family and the possibility of saving them, he’d had no interest in them. But now, his words created a tiny fractal of hope in her chest.

“You want to free my family, Master?” She hardly dared to believe it as she sat with him on the sofa. “When is this happening? H-how close are we to the planet?”

[timelordcaliban]

Was this what Kyrian felt like when he regretted generosity? Even without the power of any of the TARDIS’s light, Caliban felt paranoia seep through his system. I shouldn’t have offered. I was going to do it anyway and tell her afterward. That is what I should have done. After all, hope breeds the desire to escape.

“We are not,” he replied, a little sharply. “And if and when I do, you won’t be permitted anywhere near, but, I wanted to do something for you, something that would make you happy.” She deserves to be free, free and back to her own Earth or another colony. What am I now that I’d rather keep her for myself?

[lost-echo-clara]

Flinching at the harsh tone on his voice, Clara froze, lowering her eyes in fear and embarrassment. "I'm sorry Master," she whispered, frightened. "I just got carried away there... It's been so long since I saw my family... I miss them."

She was thankful for this gesture he was presenting her, but she was worried that because of her eager manner, he might reconsider. She glanced up at him briefly before returning her focus to her hands as they lay folded in her lap.