Yes.

Lara's mind was a fog, which wasn't a bad thing. She felt very relaxed and calm as her protector hastily unwrapped her like a child on christmas morning. She frowned though: her head hurt terribly and her legs felt like thousands of tiny needles were being stabbed in them.

"What's the matter girl? Aren't you happy?" The Scavenger was very careful to monitor the girls state of being, especially at this early stage. If anything went wrong it would be difficult to fix.

"I am happy Sir but my legs and head hurt...Sir" Lara's words just fell out of her mind, no thought went into them they were just a reaction. Except when she had to remember to call him Sir, that took some forethought.

"Hm...well I'll see if I can fix that for you." His words were targeted and a lot of thought went into them. The idea was to **** her sense of self as much as possible, make her feel helpless and docile: the perfect pet. As he finished ripping off the wrappings from her legs he gently caressed her stomach, making her sigh contentedly, before sliding his hands under her and into her pants to squeeze her buttocks.

"What are you doing?" She said, somewhat more alertly as she started to raise her arms to push him away.

"I'm making you feel better silly girl, put your arms down. This thing you have on your legs is preventing the pain from properly flowing out. I need to remove it and then squeeze out the pain." Lara didn't quite seem to believe him so he wafted the white smoke over her face while he repeated his words.

"I'm sorry Sir, I don't know what came over me. Please continue." Grinning, he gave her a final waft before gingerly setting the pot aside and unbuckling Lara's belt. 'The gift that just keeps on giving!' he thought wickedly to himself as he unzipped her pants and lightly tugged them down, removing her shoes when he realized he forgot. He gazed down at her for a moment, comfortably numb, wearing a shirt, bra, and panties.