The Crumbling of Ares
0.5. A Mask of My Own Face
by Salacious_Ink
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#D/s
#dom:female
#f/f
#multiple_partners
#scifi
#sub:female
#amnesia
#angst
#clothing
#cw:violence
#dollification
#latex
#maid
#nobles
#ownership_dynamics
The sound of clamorous bodies and squeaking rubber rushed down the medical corridors of the Jovian neuro-nanite reconstruction facility, as a team of doctors and nurses and specialists rushed the charred and dismembered near-corpse of the last surviving scion of House Harmonia on a gurney towards the operating theatre.
Deianira sat unfeeling in the doctor’s office, hollow as porcelain. She was dead. Any other explanation was purely illogical. She should have died in that explosion, whatever had caused it. Had it not been for her own stupidity, she would have died quickly. Instead she was dragged into a side corridor and beaten for daring to … what had it been again? She could never remember all the infractions Cadmia had used as excuses to beat her senseless. But somehow, she and Cadmia’s body had been recovered with enough life left in her to have a chance of recovery by nanite reconstruction.
Deianira cursed her foul luck. If Cadmia was unable to be saved then Master Neidr would surely have little excuse not to blow her head off there and then. If Cadmia lived then she would be doomed to physical abuse from that damnable Psycho Princess until her tears and whimpers ceased to be more entertaining than blowing her stupid head off.
Deianira cursed her foul luck. If Cadmia was unable to be saved then Master Neidr would surely have little excuse not to blow her head off there and then. If Cadmia lived then she would be doomed to physical abuse from that damnable Psycho Princess until her tears and whimpers ceased to be more entertaining than blowing her stupid head off.
If only she was back on Jupiter. She was beyond sorry for the wrongs she had done. But forgiveness would not come to her, she knew that now. She was too far out of reach for that.
The door opened again and a pair of doctors rushed in, grabbing Deianira by the arms and pulling her to her feet as they began to lead her from the room, without explanation or even addressing her. In her hollow state, Deianira had to force herself to ask, 'What's happening?'
One of the doctors pointedly ignored her, their mind clearly on much more important matters. The other, with some small pang of sympathy, explained.
'Your brainwaves need to be used as a template so we can start your owner's brain function again. We would try to reach Princess Cadmia’s next of kin, but there's no way they'd arrive before the cognitive stagnation began a deterioration cascade of the reconstructed brain tissue.'
'Shhh!' The other doctor hissed, 'I told you we don't need to talk to it. Besides, do you have any idea what'd happen to our jobs - more importantly us - if Master Neidr learned we'd jumpstarted the princess’ brain with a sex toy?'
'I know, I just think it'd resist more if we don't tell it anything. We don't have time to waste on that.'
The doctors pulled Deianira onto another gurney and laid her down. She didn’t bother moving or protesting. This was just another instance in the lineage of her long-gone autonomy. It was pointless to resist.
If only she had learned so earlier.
If only she had learned so earlier.
It wasn’t long until Deianira’s gurney was pushed into an operating theatre, the entire room a chaotic whorl of motion, demands from surgeons, whirring machinery and panicked nurses. At the epicentre of this chaos was what remained of Cadmia, which Deianira supposed only clung to the corpse her spirit inhabited through sheer malefic spite.
Deianira’s gurney was slid next to Cadmia’s as a group of neuro-reconstructivists harried their assistants for more nanite canisters and compatible tissue samples. Voices mingled and collapsed into each other, the arguing panicked and incessant.
‘This is the donor?’
‘It exhibits appropriate brainwave activity, and it’s the closest thing to the next of kin we could hope to find in time.’
‘How can we be sure this won’t cause any side effects?’
‘If she dies, the side effect for us is going to be that we’re all fucked! Now get the neural scanpoint needles into position.’
Deianira looked at Cadmia’s face, broken open like a geode of brutal red crystal. How could someone like that even be alive? Could fate really be that cruel?
The doctors began to pull Deianira’s hair back, sinking shallow pins into her scalp and skin held in place by sticky patches. Another group began sliding longer needles into the exposed flesh of Cadmia’s skull. Nurses and orderlies fluttered between the delicate work, connecting thin wires to advanced Jovian technology. Final connections were made and Deianira felt twinges of electricity web between each other inside her head.
For the briefest moment, Cadmia’s eyes fluttered open.
The doctors began to pull Deianira’s hair back, sinking shallow pins into her scalp and skin held in place by sticky patches. Another group began sliding longer needles into the exposed flesh of Cadmia’s skull. Nurses and orderlies fluttered between the delicate work, connecting thin wires to advanced Jovian technology. Final connections were made and Deianira felt twinges of electricity web between each other inside her head.
For the briefest moment, Cadmia’s eyes fluttered open.