Back in a cell, Qi'ra just lies on the ragged blanket. She feels numb, used and violated.
Carefully she stays still, not giving the crown anything to echo. If she doesn't feel anything it doesn't trigger and she can think clearly. Feeling any emotion at all sets it off, She's had panic attacks that ended in her humping the wadded up bed rags, fear and loathing even as she came.
She entertains fantasies of revenge, but they seem hopeless. She dreams of how things could have gone if she'd got out of the spaceport with Han, how they'd be flying across the galaxy having adventures. She almost smiles, but stops herself. She doesn't want honest happiness tainted by induction of fake pleasures.
She needs to survive.
The bolt on the cell door slides back with a sudden thump and the guard ushers in a pale blue medical droid.
"Up and against the wall" the guard orders and she obeys as the droid hums and cycles its manipulators round.
She presses her forehead against the cold metal, arms crossed behind her back, her legs apart. The spikes of the pleasure inducer dig in, but it's still firmly anchored.
She jumps at the droids touch, as it rapidly checks her over with firm, caring hands. It cleans all her scratches and scrapes with a swab and spray, tutting away with programmed concern.
Once it'd finished the check it turns to the guard "I recommend an Injection of mild painkillers, a broad spectrum antibiotic and contraceptive."
The guard nods "confirm treatment"
The droid lifts a syringe equipped limb, dials spin as it loads the drugs it has selected then it grips her upper arm.
She struggles as the needle goes in, grinding against it. It hurts, but she enjoys the pain as the pleasure spikes through her.
"Stop that!" the droid snaps. "You will inflict self-damage!"
She sighs as the needle withdraws. The guard on the door seems worried by her reaction, but he orders her.
"Down on your knees"
She kneels and the droid grips her jaw "Open wide"
She does and the droid inserts a medical probe, an articulated metal tendril that forces its way down her throat
Choking, she feels it flex and shift a few small stabs of pain then a painful scraping it withdraws.
The droid informs the guard "the operation was successful. I've severed several minor nerves which should remove most of her gag reflex. She should be kept on a liquid diet for the next two days until it heals and she learns to swallow properly again"
The horrifying feeling of helplessness returns full force, they're mutilating her, turning her more and more into just a thing to be used. She tries to sob but the horror is mixed with the sick fake pleasure and a terrible joy at her subjugation. She can't tell what was her feelings and what was the wire tricking her brain.
Overwhelmed, she starts to cry as she feels a clench between her legs, pulsating desire as the wire feeds on her horror.
The next two days pass in a drugged blur, the crowns signal constantly tormenting her. She hardly sleeps, can't eat but is force fed fluids as her throat is raw and swollen. The artificial lust won't leave her, no matter how many times she makes herself come. The guards laugh at first, then chain her hands behind her. As soon as the door is locked she was shuffling over on her knees and humping the corner of her sleep mat. They ended up locking her to the wall, unable to move with a sack thrown over her head. She can hear hushed conversations between the guards and what sounds like the medical droid.
Eventually she hears the cell door open and the heavy confident tread of boots. Captain Snakebeard tugs the sack off her head and is taken aback for a moment by the desperation on her face.
"Seems I've left this on you too long" He says, deactivating the Crown.
Qi'ra slumps, the constant whirlwind of pleasure and fear in her head suddenly silenced.
The Captain unlocks her from the wall, letting her drop down onto the floor.
"Now, let's see how well you took to that lesson"
She shudders, numb fingers clawing at her face "I can't feel it any more. It's gone. Everything hurts now. Please. Turn it back on, please. "She grasps his pants leg, pleading "please turn it back on"
"You'll have to earn it."
"Anything! I'll do anything!"
"Lick my boot."
He's hardly finished talking before she was burying her face in his boot, licking and kissing it with desperate fervour.
"Very good. Now, polish it with that needy little cunt of yours"
She straddles his boot, gripping his leg and humping the toe of the boot, all the while looking up at him with pleading eyes "Please. Turn it back on. I'll do anything. Anything."
The captain laughs triumphantly "Now, let's test your gag reflex" He unbuckles his belt and she eagerly helps him free his cock, licking and kissing the tip, tongue teasing the spubby tendrils. She takes him into her mouth and without a moment hesitation slides him deep into her throat, until her face is buried into the musky tangle of his body hair. He gasps, gripping her hair and holding her head down, She can't breathe but doesn't struggle, doesn't fight. All impulse to choke or gasp for breathe is gone. For one hopeless moment she wishes she could just choke and die, never have to fight again. But then he pulls back she can breathe again, she gasps a breathe and he starts thrusting, vigorously fucking her face. She works her tongue on him, her hands gripping what she assumes are his testicles. She feels his cock thicken, the muscles clench and a thick savoury fluid spurts into her mouth. Not daring to spill a drop she sucks it all down, swallowing and licking as he keeps spurting.
When he stops she licks up the last drops and looks up, trying to look as devoted as she can.
"Did I please you, sir?"
He smiles a massive post orgasmic grin and pets the scrubby stubble on her head "Good girl".
He thumbs the Crown back on. All the willpower she'd had to muster is washed away, nothing is too much to not bring signals of pleasure.
She smiles a blissful smile. He's distracted his brain fussy with feel good chemicals and she's unbound and incapable of feeling pain or fear any more.
She turns and slams her head as hard as she can against the metal wall. She hits square on one of the forehead spikes, driving it into her skull until the bone cracked. She starts laughing as her vision fills with flashing lights, the device shorting as voltage arcs from damaged electrodes. She lifts her head back, wedges the crown on a metal edge and throws her whole body forward. The Crown rips free on one side, taking a big flap of scalp on one side but the sensors at the back pull free. Blood is pouring from the side of her head and she's still laughing as she tries to pull the spike in her head free. The horrified captain lashes out with his newly shined boot, the pain a welcome sensation now the crown has stopped its malefic influence. The kick knocks her arm away, bending painfully and oddly at an unnatural angle. He grabs her battered circlet and pulls it from her grasp, looking down at her blood smeared face in horror. She just laughs and spits his blue black fluids onto the deck.
"Sorry, not so good now!"
He shakes his head and signals the medical droid. "Patch her up as best you can" .
Frowning he turns to the Quarren who was watching from the doorway.
"You were right Sekki, she couldn't take it. Best cut our losses and sell her at the next stop, the jolt could have done permanent brain damage"
The Quarren nods agreement. "Pity, I thought she was doing well"
They leave the cell, locking the door behind them. The Medical droid clicks to itself as it examines her head wound. With quick, deft motions it sprays foam over the exposed bone, smoothing the skin back in place and stapling it as the blood is clotted into thick red scabs.
Qi'ra glances at the locked door then relaxes, wincing as the droid probes the scorched and bleeding wound on her forehead. "Any chance of something for the pain?"
It wraps an inflatable splint around her forearm and pulls the arms straight as it inflates. "While applying pain mitigation is recommended for wounds such as this, I am limited as to what I can use on cargo. I will be applying some to hopefully stop your brain swelling but your arm is going to be painful for a while"
Qi'ra settles back onto the bed mat, closing her eyes. Everything hurts and all she wants to do is sleep now but she needs to be healthy when she gets out of here. She grits her teeth and gasps "you say limited.. why.. Why is it limited?"
"To preserve the profit margins, no item of cargo can incur costs over 2% of list value"
She chuckles to herself. "Go see what my last shipping price was"
"The first mate has not logged a price, so I am working on defaults"
"The captain has the manifest of the ship I was on…"
The droid flips open a data pad and brings up the traders manifest. It stops. Checks and checks again.
"hmm.. curious. Recalculating your treatment regime. Recalculating… recalculating." It deflates the arm cast and opens up the medical kit fully, smoothly loading drug cartridges into its tool-arm. "I'll insert a bone regrowth matrix to restore your forearm, regeneration serum to speed tissue healing, a smart suture to fix the skull fracture and bacta foam to heal and prevent infection." It hums happily to itself as it takes a blood sample "I've optimised the drug cocktail for your body chemistry and current level of physical and mental trauma".
She looks at the droid incredulously, then looks down at the mess of blood and blue black alien semen splattered across her breasts and laughs at the absurdity of its calm analysis.
The droid gently takes her arm and presses the injector into her bicep as the laugh sours, her face falls and she starts to sob "This will make it feel better"
She exhales deeply and suddenly goes limp, eyes rolling back into her head. It's like a warm soft cloud rose up from the ground and wrapped itself around her.
The droid silently lowers her onto the bed slab on the floor, covers her with the tattered blanket then packs up its kit and leaves, lowering the lights. It locks the cell door and sticks a "MEDICAL TREATMENT UNDERWAY" sign on the door.