The Scribe's Lair

Unusuallygen entry

2008-07-01T03:04:04Z

Cave of Knowledge
Prompt#3:Two characters are trapped in some sort of magical/highly technological space, and the only way to escape is to have sex. They do, but it remains just sex, and is preferably very awkward.
Summary: During a vacation in Egypt Ginny and Hermione sneak away from a guided tour.

Notes: This probably barely qualifies as gen. Nothing is graphically depicted, but enough adult situations are alluded to that I'd have to rate it R. I tried to make it as gen as I possibly could given the prompt, hopefully I succeeded.

"Ginny!"

Ginny didn't pause, continued to pull off her sweltering black robes. Sweat ran down her face and she began to understand just how grateful she was to be removing the garment. "...it's not like we have a choice," she continued over her friend's attempt at interruption. "I mean Bill explained this in more detail that I really cared to hear at the time, and we don't..."

"Ginny!" Hermione's voice had begun to take on a shrill, panicked sort of quality.

Ginny folded her robes, set them beside her. She was sitting on a cool stone bench and it felt even cooler now that she was only wearing a t-shirt and pants. She reached down and began to unlace her shoes. "...choice in the matter. So we might as well get on with it. So long as you promise not to even think about my brother..."

"Ginny!"

Ginny finished removing her shoes and socks and set them on top of her robes. She'd really never seen Hermione quite this upset. And that was kind of impressive, they'd been through quite a lot together. "It's not that big a deal, just a bit..."

"GINNY WEASELY WILL YOU *LISTEN* TO ME A FOR A MINUTE?"

Ginny turned to stare at her companion, her t-shirt half-on, half-off. She shrugged out of it and held it her hands. She simply continued to stare at Hermione, who'd turned away. Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well. I'm listening."

"There has to be an alternate way to leave this chamber. Besides...besides...what you said earlier. Otherwise it couldn't have been built. We just have to take the time to understand this place."

Ginny sighed. "Right, let me know when you've finished realizing that for once in your life, you're wrong. Then we can get on with it." She lifted her t-shirt over head, beginning to replace it. Another rivulet of sweat ran down her shoulders. She pulled the shirt off and threw it next to her robes and footwear, lying against the blessedly cool stone in only her bra and jeans. This trip hadn't gone quite as planned since the beginning, she mused.

It had been a hassle just to talk Harry and Ron into taking a trip to Egypt. Then they'd had to do it with several little ones in tow, and that had been a right mess. She smiled fondly, remembering the pleasant chaos of chasing after happy, laughing children. Then they'd found this tour and Ron had wanted to go so badly. A Wizarding Tour of the Pyramids or something like that. She and Hermione had meant to decline, thinking to take the kids to do something, anything more fun. Then all of the children had wanted to go see the pyramids. Of course they did, they wanted to do anything Daddy did...Ginny smiled again.

Hermione's mutterings stirred her from her thoughts for a moment and she closed her eyes against the harsh white magical light that filled the chamber. She could feel a headache forming. She was surprised Hermione had been willing to sneak off with her, in the first place. The other woman had said something about having read all of the tour pamphlets too closely for this to be interesting and off they'd gone. Bill had told her about several chambers in this pyramid. She'd meant to find Cave of Lights, but gotten lost. They'd ended up in the Cave of Lust. Bill had warned her about this cave, and then told a story about him and Fleur that he really didn't need to have relayed to his sister. Still, because of it she knew that there was exactly one way out of this room, despite any hopes Hermione might still harbor. Ginny found her robes blind and bunched them into a pillow. She had been Hermione's friend long enough to know it would take a while for her to realize she wasn't right. She might as well rest while the other witch figured it out.

Ginny woke instantly at the hesitant touch. Her eyes flew open and her wand was in her hand pointed at the direction of the one who was waking her before she’d even registered where she was and who she was with. She set the wand down on the stone beside her unapologetically. “Did you figure out some alternative then?”

Hermione was pale and shaking. “Is that how you usually wake up?” Her voice was soft but still managed to echo around the cave they were in.

Ginny just shrugged. “My husband is a rather prominent wizard. There has been more than one attempt on his life. We’re both Aurors, being prepared is part of the job.” She stared at her sister-in-law for a moment. Surely this sort of thing had happened to her and Ron. War heroes were often perceived as enemies by the wrong people.

Hermione stared back and crossed her arms. “Well. I have found another way out if you must know.”

“Oh?” Ginny wiped more sweat from her skin. The stone was still cool but the cave seemed to be getting warmer. Given Bill’s description of the cave’s purpose she didn’t find that very surprising. She actually wondered how Hermione could stand being fully dressed.

“Yes, near where we came in is a tiny crevice. While you were resting I searched the cavern step by step. It’s a matter of a simple shrinking spell and we’re free…”

Obviously Hermione didn’t like being interrupted by Ginny’s ringing laughter bouncing around the cave walls. The look on her face caused Ginny to laugh even harder and she forced herself to stop with effort. “And you’ve tried this spell?” She kept her mouth firmly closed and did everything short of turning around to keep from laughing out loud again. Her heaving shoulders were probably giving her away.

“Well…of course it will work!” Hermione snapped whipping out her wand and saying the appropriate spell aiming the magic straight at Ginny. Ginny watched the magic fizzle passively.

“No spell will work until we’ve both…”

“Stop,” Hermione said. “It’s simply a matter of power. It has to be. We’ll just have to combine forces…”

Ginny sighed. “Hermione. I would never have described you as dense until this moment. What’s wrong? I know it will be awkward, I’m not attracted to you at all and never will be. I’ve never assumed you were attracted to me. Is that it?” Ginny re-evaluated the situation trying to imagine a Hermione that had feelings for her and couldn’t fathom it at all. They’d always been friends, sisters almost. Had she been oblivious to something all this time?

“That’s not it,” Hermione said so easily that Ginny was almost hurt. “It’s…just…Ginny, the Muggle world. It’s not so…What I mean is…I don’t actually…” Hermione took a deep breath. “I don’t actually know how two women have sex.”

Ginny repressed another urge to laugh. Hermione Granger…Weasely admitting she didn’t know something was well, nothing short of shocking. Surprising the other witch had read oodles and oodles of books on the matter, didn’t know precisely the best way to engage in the act based on the foremost experts in the field. Not that Ginny had done any of that, or knew any of that. She certainly wasn’t an expert but she understood the principle. She felt a pang of sympathy for her brother when she realized that his wife probably *had* read books about men and women having sex.

“Is that all?” she said finally and determined that she’d act like an expert if it got them out of here in time for dinner. Her stomach had begun to growl quietly and she didn’t care to think to deeply about the potential consequences if Harry and Ron realized they were missing. Imaging the kind of things she might think had happened if they were gone for any significant period of time made her realize exactly how funny the situation wasn’t. She’d be worried sick and convinced that the worst had happened. “Come on then, the kids will wonder what happened. Get undressed. This isn’t that difficult.” Ginny finished undressing herself and waited patiently for Hermione to come to the same conclusions she had. It wouldn’t take long. Hermione was the smartest person she’d ever met.

“Albus Severus!” Harry yelled at his son. “Come on! It’s time to leave! Have you seen your Mother?” The child shook his head and giggled running after them. Harry looked at Ron. “Have you seen them?”

“No mate. Bet they snuck away from the tour. They’ll meet us at the hotel for dinner. Ginny never misses a meal.”

Harry tried to be reassured but the way Ron was looking around and scanning the crowd had him nervous. Ron was right, Harry thought. Nothing bad had happened. They’d just wandered off. Neither of them had wanted to come on this tour in the first place. It had been a fascinating tour, too. Even the kids had been paying attention. Though the tour guide handing out treats to the children who remembered answers could have had something to do with it. He’d watched proudly as James answered the majority of the questions correctly. Harry had even convinced the six year old to share the treats with his younger siblings and cousins.

Together he and Ron herded the children away from the tour guide who was beginning to seem a bit frazzled and back towards the hotel rooms. Holding hands and creating a chain between himself and Uncle Ron became a great game and everyone jumped onboard immediately. The kids didn’t seem worried about where their mothers had gotten to. But a shared look between him and Ron assured him that the other man was worried. They’d just snuck away, he assured himself. They’d get back to the hotel and Ginny and Hermione would be waiting for them lounging about and enjoying a few hours away from the children.

The walk back to the hotel had only taken about five minutes. Harry felt like he’d spent an hour dragging a gaggle full of unruly children across a dangerous traffic filled street. He grimaced at the thought and then smiled at the children playing in the area Ron had just designated with a spell. Honestly, they were worth every minute of his worry.

“Should have used a portkey,” Ron said handing Harry a glass of pumpkin juice and sipping heartily from his own butterbeer. “That whole acting like Muggles thing is a waste of time and dangerous to boot.”

“Hmm. Imagine trying to get them all to hold on to the portkey for a moment,” Harry said absently watching Lily and James fighting over some toy. He started to intervene as they lost interest and started working together to play with something Rose was using.

Ron chuckled. “I guess not. Don’t worry about it, I’m sure Hermione and Ginny are fine. Pop up any moment.”

“I’m going to go down to the lobby and see if they left a note or something,” Harry said putting his glass down untouched. He just couldn’t stand to sit here and not do something. If his wife was in trouble he would be there for her. “Watch the kids?”

“Of course,” Ron said lightly. “Went out for a walk or something. I’m sure their fine.” Harry could tell by Ron’s voice that his friend wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince at this point.

“You won’t tell them?” Hermione asked as they walked briskly past another tour group.

Tell Ron and Harry that she and Hermione had been trapped in the Cave of Lust? When Ron knew the same stories Bill hadn’t needed to share that she did? “Not likely,” Ginny answered passing through the exit. A wave of disorientation later and they were back at their Tour Entrance, an assuming little building just across the street from their hotel.

“I couldn’t bear them knowing. Either of them,” Hermione said. “I mean they both think I know everything and…”

This time Ginny did laugh. “You mean you’re more worried about the fact that you didn’t know something. I should have known.”

For an instant Hermione looked hurt and embarrassed. And then she was laughing too. They were still laughing when Ginny noticed Harry walking towards them quickly. Too quickly she could see his concern in every step.

“Harry!” she shouted and he looked up with such a look of relief that she relived the disorientation of the magic Tour Entrance. “We must have misjudged the time. We snuck away from the tour and went for a walk around the city. We thought we’d meet you back here, but the Guide said you’d already finished.”

Harry said nothing and put an arm around her shoulders. She felt a flash of guilt. But she hadn’t cheated, she hadn’t had a choice really not if she didn’t want to spend the rest if her life in that cave.

“Harry. I’m sorry,” she murmured.

“It’s okay,” he answered. “Ron said you’d just gone off for a walk. I was just worried.” He squeezed her shoulders.

Hopefully he’d never find out what she was really sorry for.

Fic: Ceremony

2008-01-21T21:51:33Z

Fic: Ceremony

2008-01-21T21:42:59Z

Fic: Ceremony

2008-01-20T22:26:44Z

Fic: Ceremony
Fandom:Stargate:SG-1
Rating:NC-17/Adult
Pairings: Sam/Daniel, Sam/OMC/, Daniel/OMC, Sam/Jack(implied)
Summary: While exploring an alien planet, SG-1 is captured and sold into slavery.
Warnings: Slavery, non-con, rape, bondage, exhibitionism.
Chapters 1-5

Chapter Six
Sam woke suddenly, and noted that someone had carried her back to the cushion she'd woke up on earlier. She was sore all over, thirsty, hungry, sweaty, still naked and exhausted. She lifted herself up. Daniel was laying on the cushion beside hers, staring at the ceiling. Which appeared to made of more spongy material. Wasn't really a metal, but it wasn't any plant she was familiar with, either. Of course, she was on alien planet. Stood to reason there were different plants here. She wondered briefly where Jack and Teal'c were.

“Daniel,” Carter asked, he turned towards her. His arms had been bound behind his back and the gag was still in place. His eyes searched hers, darting about wildly for a moment before he finally seemed to calm down. His breathing slowed a bit, and she thought she could physically see his muscles relax.

“Ah...you okay?”she asked finally.

Daniel half-shrugged, wincing in pain as he strained his shoulders.

“I'm sorry, Daniel,”the archaeologist shook his head violently and stared at her, understanding and apology in his own blue eyes. Carter sighed. “Not your fault either, Daniel.” The sound of the spraying fountain reminded of her thirst and she looked at her friend. “You thirsty?” Daniel nodded reluctantly.

“Come on, let me get that gag off you,” she stood.

Daniel shook his head wildly, breath speeding again.

Carter crossed arms. “Why not? Because they told us not to? Told you not to? Well. I'm done. We are finding some way out of here.” Carter walked behind where Daniel was sitting and he stood abruptly, turning and then backing away from her.

“How are you supposed to drink, Daniel? Let me take it off.”

Daniel just continued to back away and shake his head. Carter sighed. “Fine. Well, come on then.” She walked over the fountain and quenched her own thirst before indicating that Daniel should sit underneath the ledge of the fountain. She cupped the water in her hands and poured it over the gag, watching it trickle into his mouth.

Lady Amalia beamed in, finding them like this, a frown on her striking features. Carter glanced up, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it at Daniel's insistent head shaking.

“Ah, it seems the male begins to understand his position.” Carter glared at the woman, opened her mouth and closed it again. She helped Daniel sit comfortably on the edge of the fountain and simply waited. Their captor had *some* reason for being here, she'd wait to see what it was. And apparently she had something to hold over Daniel's head. Carter could guess.

Amalia flicked her wrist, Carter spotted a band of some sort, and a screen appeared against the furthest wall. The image confirmed some of her suspicions. Teal'c and Jack were alive, or at least she had a way of making them appear alive. Apparently Amalia could sense her doubt.

“Oh, they are alive, they are valuable. Though not as valuable as you and the male. They will remain alive in order to be your guards while you are entertaining.” Carter shuddered at the word, she had begun to understand exactly what type of entertaining they would be doing. “While you are cooperative, they will be left alone. While you are not,” Amalia flicked her wrist again and a lithe young man darted towards her friends, a sword held high.

Jack and Teal'c were both wearing the same loose trousers they'd had in the caravan, and no shoes or shirts. They certainly had nothing resembling armor, though they'd been armed with wooden staffs. In their hands such staffs could be lethal weapons, and were a fair match against a sword, depending upon the skill of the swordsman. Though, their chances of sustaining injury were still quite high, Carter thought, worried. The two men were stationed in front of a door, as though guarding and Carter wondered briefly if it was a door to the room she and Daniel were being housed in. Perhaps there was a way to escape and she simply hadn't worked it out yet.

Teal'c engaged with the swordsman first and dispatched him after a few minutes of fighting. The man was alive, Carter noticed and said something before dragging himself off in the direction from which he'd come. Teal'c seemed winded, but otherwise okay, and Carter noticed that Jack actually seemed more tired despite having not participated in the fight. She stared at him for a few minutes before turning back towards Amalia. They hadn't been given permission to speak, so she said nothing. Amalia's point had been made. She could feel Daniel beside her and placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to be comforting and knowing she was probably failing.

“So, do we understand each other?” Amalia asked, and Carter found herself nodding. Amalia had implied they would be leaving this building at some point, they simply had to get through this...training, and then wait for an opportunity to escape.

“Good.” Amalia flicked her wrist again, and several guards beamed in. “Restrain the female,” she ordered them and stared at the screen which still showed Jack and Teal'c, standing by the door. Carter wondered why they didn't run while they had the chance before she noticed that the right foot of each man was manacled to a length of chain, attached to the door they were 'guarding.' Another disadvantage to any type of fighting. Carter allowed the men to secure her arms behind her back, and to place a gag identical to Daniel's between her lips. They also placed chains on her ankles, hobbling her legs. She resisted every impulse to struggle as they pushed her to her knees and ran a chain attaching her ankles to her wrists.

“Now groom them, they are somewhat disheveled,” Amalia wrinkled her nose in apparent disdain. She flicked her wrist again, it must be some type of communication device, Carter thought, and two naked males appeared kneeling, carrying a chest of some sort between them.

The guards pushed Daniel into the fountain, which was deep enough to fully cover him while he was lying down. Carter closed her eyes, and took a deep breath as she was treated similarly. She had no way to catch herself or right herself as she was thrown in, and was glad she'd taken the breath. Water was beginning to seep in through the gag before someone pulled her up, and she found herself trying to cough around it, throat burning.

“Careful,” she heard Amalia's voice, “that female is valuable property. I understand your anger, but you will be held responsible if any damage is done.”

The guard began to lather her with some sort of floral liquid soap-like substance, his hands more gentle. As though she were an object he might break, she thought, supremely disgusted by the implication. She was not an object, she told herself firmly. She was a human being, and she would get through this intact, she would protect Daniel, and they would escape, taking Teal'c and Jack with them.

Amalia watched as they were bathed, directing the guards and the two men. She had them shave Daniel's facial, pubic and chest hair. She had them leave Carter's pubic hair, saying how exotic it was to have golden hair in such an intimate location. She had them dried, and some sort of treatment applied to their heads which would “hasten the natural growing process, and increase their value significantly.”And then she left them, “to become acclimated to their new position.”

“By the way,” Amalia said nonchalantly, right before beaming away, “Toan was the weakest of my shi-fen, he has been killed for his inability. I thank you for making his worthlessness clear to me.”Amalia smiled cruelly at Carter as she disappeared instantaneously. Their beaming technology was different, and apparently superior to the Asgard version, Carter thought, attempting not to dwell on Toan's fate. Unfortunately she was unable to wipe her eyes, still restrained. She blinked, trying to save the moisture and simply tried to be thankful that they'd been carried back to their cushions before Amalia left them. She glanced at Daniel, who shrugged at her, and refused to meet her eyes before turning away from her. Carter took the opportunity to rest, she knew she'd need it.

Chapter Seven
“Wake now,” a heavily accented male voice roused Carter. She had apparently been sleeping, though she'd only intended to doze. She hadn't heard him beam in, though the beaming didn't make much noise, she still ought to have noticed something. She glanced quickly at Daniel, who was awake and glancing at her. They both turned their attention to the newcomer quickly. The man was naked, with dark skin and well defined muscles. His hair was a wavy light brown, and about shoulder length. The roots of his hair seemed darker, and Carter wondered if it was dyed.

Two guards were on either side of him, and he nodded at them. The guards approached and unfastened Daniel's bindings and removed the gag. Daniel licked his lips, and rolled his shoulders and remained silent. The guards approached her next.

“You will give us no more trouble?” the new man asked. Carter shook her head. The man nodded at the guards who released her own chains. Carter started to stand, wanting to stretch, but a guard placed a rough hand on her shoulder. She remained kneeling, and noticed that Daniel was now kneeling beside her. The guards backed away and re-took their positions flanking the new man.

“You may call me Soan,” the man said, “if you have leave to speak. For now our Mistress had requested that you maintain silence for this time. Now I wish for you to demonstrate what you were taught by the weak-one, so that I know where to begin.”

Carter raised her hands, unclenched her fists and started to stroke her nipples. She parted her legs just slightly, and ran her fingers over the insides of her thighs. She took a deep breath and raised her eyes to glance at Soan. She lowered them quickly, and deliberately forced her breathing to speed up. She was aware that she was slightly flushed and assumed it added to the illusion that she was the least bit aroused by this activity.

She ran her hands over her vagina, parting the lips and holding them open with her left hand. She ran the fingers of her right hand over her clitoris, eliciting almost no sensation. She continued, slowly sliding one finger into her vaginal cavity. She managed to slide two fingers in without much pain, but she was certain anything else would hurt. She was generating almost no fluid, despite continued attention to her clitoris. Perhaps if she could imagine she was somewhere else, this might become more pleasant, but she wasn't sure she wanted it to. She felt a pang of sympathy for Daniel, whose arousal or lack of arousal was completely apparent.

“Good. You may stop,” Soan ordered. “Female,” he nodded at Carter, “you did well. You may go relieve thirst from fountain. Male, you must practice more. You, unfortunately, must be real. I have drink, which will help you.”There was a chest beside him, and he pulled a flask of some sort from it. Carter was very thirsty, her throat incredibly dry, but the need to see what he would do to Daniel was overwhelming. Soan handed the flask to Daniel, who eyed it warily. “Drink,”Soan ordered. “It will make easier. Female, go drink from the fountain. You must remain un-thirsty. Go.” Carter glanced at Daniel who was sniffing at the flask. He glanced at her and tipped it to his lips. The look on his face was resigned, and she realized he made a point. There wasn't much either of them could do at the moment. She walked to the fountain and drank until she was no longer thirsty.

She relished the opportunity to stretch her legs, arms and shoulders, though she kept glancing at Daniel's taut back. He was making some sort of noise, something between a sob and whimper and she resisted the urge to attack the person causing him to behave like that. Her stomach began to hurt, reminding her that it had been some time since she'd last eaten. And her bladder was starting to complain. She wondered how she might ask Soan where to relieve herself without actually speaking.

Soan walked towards her, cautiously, both guards following him. “Male, come,” he ordered. Daniel followed, head down, shoulders scrunched. His arms were wrapped around his chest, and Carter tried to make eye contact, but found it impossible. She really wanted to call out to him, but refrained.

“Do you need to get rid of water?” Soan asked her matter-of-factly, keeping her from needing to figure out a way to ask. She nodded. He walked to a corner and pressed something, creating an opening. Carter's eyes lit up, and she watched excitedly. So there was a way to create doors in this room, there were doors. There was some way out. She simply needed to discover it. Hope ran through her. She could get them out of there.

He indicated the room, and she walked in. There was a hole in the ground. She wondered again at the strange dichotomy between primitive and technological and utilized the hole. Daniel took his own turn. Soan indicated that they should clean off in the fountain and Carter felt mildly revolted at using the same water for drinking and cleaning. Then realized she was lucky they didn't actually have to piss in the fountain.

“Now, we will practice on male sex,” Soan said. “Female, make the male aroused,” he ordered and Carter felt her gut clench. She shook her head, trying to plead with her eyes, trying to make Soan understand that this was not something she could do.

“Do you not wish to eat?” he asked mildly. Carter sucked in a breath. Would that be the only consequence of her refusal? She was trying to grasp the rules. Would Teal'c and Jack still be left alone?

“Yes,” Daniel said quietly, earning a sharp glare from Soan. “Please, Sam. Just a body, remember?” His words were mild, despite his hoarse voice, though she could detect a hint of fear. Soan said nothing about Daniel's speaking. It was as if he was pretending the indiscretion hadn't occurred.

Daniel walked over to her and embraced her, whispering in her ear. “Survival, Sam. I understand” She hugged him back.

“I can't Daniel...I...” 'can't rape my best friend,' she thought. Because despite his apparent acquiescence, that was how she saw it. She protected Daniel, took care of him, looked out for him, she didn't hurt him.

“You can, Sam.” Daniel bent over and brushed his lips against hers. “Pretend. It's okay.” He kissed her again, this time leaving his lips parted against hers until she reluctantly kissed him back. Despite lingering, the kiss was essentially chaste, something that might be reasonably shared between friends, it simply appeared to be something steamier.

Samantha closed her eyes and ran her lips down the side of Daniel's neck, lightly brushing his skin. It tasted slightly of fruit and salt, reminding her that she was very hungry. She brushed her hands against his nipples, surprised to feel his cock harden almost immediately.

“The drug,” he whispered. “Makes everything extra-sensitive,” she couldn't hear any embarrassment in voice, he was simply reciting a fact. Just a body, she told herself, knowing perfectly well she was lying. This was going to change things between them, but they didn't have a choice. That should help.

“Yes, good,” Soan said. “Now take him in your mouth.”

“Please,” Daniel whispered. “It's okay.” Sam shook her head briefly. This was not something she wanted to do. No choice, she thought, and knelt, brushing her lips against Daniel's penis. She had some experience in this matter, but nothing extensive. In school, when other girls had talked about blow jobs and boyfriends and sex, she'd studied. As an adult she'd had a few lovers, but never for very long. And she worked more often than not, leaving very little time for practice at this sort of activity. Awkwardly she began to take Daniel's cock into her mouth, sucking half-heartedly.

“Okay, stop,” Soan said, kneeling beside her. “Like this,” he ran his tongue along the length of Daniel's cock, stopping at the head as though he were savoring the organ. Daniel shuddered and Carter raised her hand to deck him. Daniel caught her fist before it could make contact and moaned as Soan began to suck earnestly in a steady motion.

Soan pulled his lips away, and Daniel moaned. “Now you,”he gestured at Sam who simply stared at him, hands still clenched in fists. “You now,” he insisted. Carter was nothing if not a quick study, she followed Soan's actions. Daniel was moaning earnestly now, and she tasted a bit of salty liquid, pre-cum.

“Good. Stop now,” Soan ordered and Sam pulled away gratefully. Soan had walked over to the chest while she'd been “making the male aroused” and held a device of some sort in his hand. A circular device which he placed around Daniel's erection. Daniel moaned in frustration. Carter blushed, a cock ring, she realized. Though this one was made of that same material she couldn't identify in their cage, or their prison. And had blinking lights attached.

“That is good for today, rest now,” Soan said. “This will keep you, until you can keep yourself,” he indicated the ring he'd placed on Daniel. “You may speak after I leave, but not when our Mistress returns. You did well. Well gets reward.” Soan smiled them proudly, and disappeared as the beaming technology swept him away.

Carter fell from her knees onto her ass, and hugged her legs. She laid her head against her knees for a moment and took deep breaths. “I'm sorry,” she said finally, raising her face to look at Daniel, who was sitting beside her, not quite touching.

“I know,” he answered. “I said, yes, Sam. You had no choice.”
She nodded, knowing he was right, and knowing didn't make her feel any better.

“There's a way out,” she said after an extended silence. “I just haven't found it yet. Soan opened a door. There must be more. I wonder if the solid wall is some sort of illusion.”

“It's possible,” Daniel answered. “I don't recognize any of their technology, except for the pain-sticks. Nothing else Go'auld, it’s not Tok'ra, not Asgard, not Tollan, not Nox. It's nothing familiar. The only thing I can really tell about their culture is that slavery is a condoned practice. It really tells me nothing. They are kind of like a mini-Go'auld society, it seems as though a few have access to extensive technology. It didn't seem like the average population did. But I couldn't really tell much.”

“No, I don't recognize their technology either,”Sam said. “It may possibly be thought-based,” she mused, recalling how quickly the beaming seemed. If it worked at the speed of thoughts... but then what about Amalia's wrist flicking? Sam sighed.

“I hope Teal'c and Jack are okay,” Daniel said suddenly.

“Me, too,” Sam answered, standing. “We should search for an exit.” Daniel nodded and they both began to systematically search the walls, again.

Sam had given up for the moment. She hadn't even been able to get the door to the bathroom open, which was becoming problematic. She'd really rather not soil the fountain, or some spare corner of the room if she didn't have to. She laid against her cushion, trying to convince herself that she'd eaten recently. Her thoughts were becoming ridiculously narrow, all she could think about was getting something to eat. Daniel had become remarkably quiet after they'd quit searching to rest, his consistent erection was making him quite uncomfortable. She was starting to doze off when she noticed Amalia beaming in. She could almost see the process now, as though she was learning what to look for.

“You are to kneel in my presence,” Amalia stated, arms crossed. Today she was wearing pink gauze that was somehow even less opaque than the white. Sam rose to her knees and noted that Daniel did the same.

Amalia nodded curtly. “You improve. Still, you think of escape. You are quite strong, very valuable. But you are my property now. There is no escape, nowhere for you to go. Do you desire nourishment?”

Carter crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing, made no motions. Beside her, Daniel nodded slowly.

“You must by now. I will provide nourishment for you, if you will acknowledge your new status to me, verbally. Male, you may speak.”

Daniel was silent for a moment. “My name is Daniel,”he said quietly. “We are explorers from another world. We came to trade, I'm certain our people will compensate you for our safe return.”

Amalia laughed. “You are strong,”she said and beamed away.

Sam's stomach chose that moment to make gurgling noises. “My turn to be sorry,”Daniel said.

“I couldn't have done it either,” Sam lied softly. “Rest, we'll try and figure out the doors again later.” Sam ignored her protesting stomach, turned on her side and attempted to sleep.

Chapter Eight
Soan returned, Carter thought it might have been two or three hours later and opened the bathroom door. She watched him closely, but could see nothing outward to indicate how he was doing it. He had them drink, and bid them to bathe after they'd quenched their thirst. He provided them with the same fruity soap that had been used earlier, and had Carter restrained while he shaved Daniel again. Daniel remained passive during the act, and remained unbound. It was evident that the guards still didn't trust her, and she felt an odd sort of respect, mixed with frustration.

“You should do as Mistress wants,” Soan said after they'd finished and freed Carter from her restraints. “It would be better. Today we practice pleasure of females. Male pleasure the female.” Daniel's eyes met hers and she nodded. She began to understand how he must have felt before. She didn't want this, still, but she would rather comply than face watching Jack or Teal'c get hurt. She would be unharmed by this, and they would have more chances to find their way out if they weren't restrained when Soan left.

They started with the same hug and chaste kiss that they had before. Daniel lingered at her breasts, doing things with his tongue that were causing her to react, despite her desire not to. He trailed his way down her body with his lips, tongue and breath and she shivered. He spent time stroking the insides of her thighs, and parted her labia with his lips, lapping gently at her sex. He found her clitoris and began slowly, gradually building speed and causing her to writhe, to forget for just a moment where they were.

“Very good, stop now,” Daniel pulled away, and Sam heard a noise escape from her lips.

“Now use your organ in her,” Soan ordered. Daniel looked at her again. She nodded again, this time more reluctantly, wishing for a condom. She'd really not like to explain a pregnancy after they escaped, and she simply had to trust that Daniel had no diseases. Daniel watched her until she nodded again more firmly, and sat down on the floor. He knelt beside her and began stroking her again, generating responses in her body that were inappropriate, yet welcome.

He entered her gently, pushing slowly, fingers still working at her clitoris. She gasped as he did, it had been awhile and it hurt a bit at first, but slowly became more comfortable as he increased his rhythm. Carter moaned involuntarily as her body began to tense. She clenched at the odd floor and reminded herself where she was. Why she was doing this. She was not going to let herself forget that.

“She is very close to full pleasure,” Soan's voice interrupted her thoughts. She was grateful for it. “If she achieves such, you too will be allowed.” Daniel pulled himself completely out then, and she gasped again. It was just a physical reaction to stimulation, she told herself, swallowing hard. Daniel was kneeling, arms wrapped around himself, refusing to look at her. “You do not wish full pleasure?” Soan asked, staring at Daniel intently. Daniel immediately shook his head. Soan shrugged. “Very well, if you do not wish your reward, it is no matter to me. You are not to speak until given permission by our Mistress. You do well today, you will be ready, soon, I think.” Soan and the guards beamed away.

Carter walked to the fountain and drank. She didn't look at Daniel, afraid that if he apologized, she'd lose it. She wandered back to the area where the door had opened into the primitive bathroom. She ran her hands over the wall. There had to be *something* here. She thought that she wasn't really looking for the way out, just a way to use the facilities without waiting for Soan to appear. The door slid open. “Daniel!”she cried out excitedly, “look!”

“Well, that's probably good,” he said, walking towards her.

Sam grinned. “It's not bad. I think the technology really is thought...” she trailed off, as Amalia appeared before them. Daniel sank to his knees immediately and she reluctantly followed suit, crossing her arms.

“Female, arms at your sides,” Amalia ordered. Carter glared for a moment, before complying. “Are you not hungry?” she asked, “Are you wiling to admit that you understand your position?” Amalia smiled, and flicked her wrist device again. A bowl filled with the same porridge they'd had on the caravan ride appeared in her hands. Carter closed her eyes, but she couldn't close her nose, it smelled awful, wonderful. They needed to eat.

“Male, you may speak.”Amalia stared at Daniel, who stared at the floor.

“I am the property of Lady Amalia,” he mumbled finally, without looking up.

“You will use the word Mistress,” Amalia ordered. “You may speak again.”

“I am the property of Mistress Amalia,”he said, faster this time and louder.

“Good. Female, you may speak.”

“I am the property of Mistress Amalia,” Carter said, telling herself that they were just words. They only had meaning if she gave it to them. She was not property, and neither was Daniel. They were simply doing what they had to in order to eat.

“Very good. Unfortunately you both spoke earlier, when you had explicit orders not to. Perhaps you will remember this. Neither of you have leave to speak until Soan's return.” Amalia beamed away then, taking the bowl of porridge with her as she left.

Carter groaned, frustrated, but refrained from speaking. She stalked over to her cushion glancing at Daniel who only shrugged and followed. She threw herself down and closed her eyes. She'd figure out the rest of the technology, later. Tomorrow, as she was coming to think of Soan's visits, despite having no way to know how much time was passing.

Chapter Nine
She woke as Soan was materializing, she could almost see it happening. She wondered again whether the apparent instantaneous appearances had to do with the technology being based on thoughts. She also wondered how it worked before Soan herded them to the bathroom area. He had them drink and bathe, and again Carter was restrained while Daniel was shaved. She remained passive while she was bound, hoping they'd leave her untied during this process in the future. She expected Soan to remove the restraints after their bathing and was surprised when he told the guards to leave them on.

“Today's lesson, is difficult. Chains are for your protection,” Soan said, noting her staring in his direction. “Female, you are strong warrior, you must rid yourself of that training and embrace new training. Male, demonstrate pleasuring of males on Soan.”

Daniel made a noise that sounded something like a resigned sigh and approached Soan. They started with a kiss, which certainly appeared less chaste than anything she and he had shared earlier. Carter became incredibly interested in the floor, after Daniel had fallen to his knees and taken Soan's erection into his mouth. Soan had been correct, it was probably a good thing that she was still chained. Daniel moaned, startled and she looked up, to find him laying on his back, Soan's fingers buried in the cleft of his ass. Carter began to struggle against her bonds, she wouldn't allow this to happen. She didn't have a choice. She stared at the floor again, listening to the wet, slapping sounds, smelling even more strongly the musk of sex that was beginning to permeate this room.

“Male, you do well, do you wish release? You may speak.”

“Please....no....please,” Daniel was sobbing and gasping. “Yes, please.” Carter glanced at Soan. The man's cock was buried inside Daniel, and Carter felt the anger within her spinning out of control. Soan reached an arm towards Daniel's cock, doing something to the ring he had placed there and soon Daniel was gasping and spasming, semen spurting out of his penis and splattering his chest, face and the floor around him. He sobbed with what sounded like relief, and Soan chose that moment to pull out, still erect.

“Good. Good,”Soan said soothingly, stroking the inside of Daniel's thighs. “Will you remain so, while the female has her lesson? You may speak.”

Carter saw Daniel's lips move, but couldn't hear his answer. It must have been a yes, because Soan made no move to have the guards restrain him before rising and walking towards her. He knelt beside her and stroked her hair, she jerked back, losing her balance for a moment. He caught her with his hands, and kept her from falling over. “Will you cooperate?” he whispered the question in her ear. “Or would you prefer the chains?” He pulled away and stared into her eyes. She flinched as he stroked her cheek with his finger.

“The chains then,”he said quietly, and trailed his hands over her skin, brushing his fingers lightly over her nipples. She felt them stiffen quickly, and a tingling sensation beginning to build within her. He pressed his lips against hers, and pushed insistently with his tongue. She remained passive, refusing to participate and he gave up eventually, instead brushing his lips against her neck. He parted her legs gently with her hands, she tried to pull away and found herself backed against the edge of the fountain.

Soan continued to prepare her, lingering on her nipples, fingering her clitoris, using his fingers to penetrate her before slowly pushing his cock inside her. She squeezed her eyes shut while he thrusted, increasing his strokes at a steady pace. She felt a mild arousal which sickened her and essentially negated the feeling. Finally, Soan shuddered and came inside her, increasing her concerns about pregnancy, before pulling away. He attempted to kiss her once more before sighing and standing.

“You will both bathe before our Mistress returns. You are not to speak until given permission. I will return, still. Your training progresses well.”Soan smiled at them, motioned at the guards to undo Carter's chains and beamed away.

Soan had left them a bottle filled with soap. An apparently plastic bottle. She raised an eyebrow at it before using it to clean herself off. She walked to Daniel who was lying, curled up in a fetal position against the wall. She tapped him and offered him the bottle of soap. Daniel curled away from her for a moment, and then took the bottle from her. He found the towels that had been left for them and began to wash.

Carter managed to get the bathroom door to slide open again, and started trying to get a door open, just to see Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c. Just to see them for a moment, she concentrated. The wall shimmered, and a screen appeared. O'Neill was sitting, sleeping, it looked like and Teal'c was keeping watch. They both seemed rested and she noticed buckets full of water and porridge placed near the door. The screen dissolved after some time, when Amalia beamed into their room.

Carter knelt much more readily than she had the day before, and refused to question her motives. At this point, it had been days since either she or Daniel had eaten, and their last meal hadn't been particularly gourmet. They needed strength to escape, and she couldn't afford to be picky about how they acquired it. Neither of them could.

“Excellent. Male, you may speak.”

“I am the property of Mistress Amalia,”Daniel said dully, eyes still studying the floor.

“And female?”

“I am the property of Mistress Amalia,” Carter echoed.

“Very good.” Amalia smiled at them, and flicked her wrist. A plate of something, and a bowl of porridge appeared on a table beside her.

“Male, you may come forward first. I will provide your sustenance.” Carter glanced at Daniel who hesitated, and began to rise.

“I did not say you could rise,” Amalia said softly, but sternly. Carter thought she saw Daniel roll his eyes before crawling closer to Amalia and the table of food. Carter's hunger had all but given way to nausea while she watched Amalia hand feed Daniel, stroking his hair and murmuring softly to him. He'd balked at first, but eventually his hunger had gotten the best of him and he'd eaten everything Amalia offered.

“Now female, you may approach.” Carter reminded herself that she had to eat and forced herself to crawl towards Amalia. The woman reached down and stroked her hair. Carter made herself remain still, though she couldn’t help an initial flinch. “You are doing very well,” Amalia said softly, soothingly, and offered her a piece of some type of fruit. Carter took the fruit between her teeth and concentrated on chewing, and swallowing and not choking. She wished she were in the wilderness, with nothing but rats and bugs to stave off her hunger. It would be easier to force herself to eat live maggots than to accept more food from this vile woman's hands.

“Shhh,” Amalia was saying something, voice soft, in a language Carter didn't understand. Carter noticed that she was trembling, and that Amalia had wrapped her arms around her in an embrace. She offered Carter another piece of fruit. Carter closed her eyes and took it. She blinked away her tears, she would not cry, not here, not now. She would eat and survive and escape. She continued to eat pieces of the same fruit, which she couldn't really taste until Amalia gently stood, leaving her sitting on the floor.

“You may eat the zulfu before bathing-time,”Amalia said, indicating the bowl of porridge still on the table. She smiled and placed it on the floor. “You may speak with each other when you are alone, unless you are told otherwise beginning now. You both progress well. First ceremony should be soon.” Amalia smiled at them again before beaming herself and the furniture away.

Carter stood and walked silently to her cushion, she could hear Daniel following her. “Daniel?” she finally whispered, not really sure what to say. There wasn't much either of them *could* say, she realized.

“Sam,” he answered.

“Got some of the stuff to work,” she said after another extended silence. Daniel didn't answer. She glanced at him, he was curled on his cushion, half-asleep, nodding. Sam closed her own eyes, Soan would be here soon enough.

Chapter Ten
“No...stop,” Daniel's cries woke Sam, and she blinked sleep out of her eyes while tugging at his arm.

“Daniel. Wake up, you're having a nightmare.” Daniel stopped thrashing and blinked a few times before recognition filled his eyes.

“Right. Hi,” he half-smiled at her before turning away. “Sorry if I woke you,” he mumbled.

Carter shook her head and stood. “No. I was half-awake already.” She reached and took their bowl of, what had the woman called it? Zel, whatever, and offered it to Daniel first.

“Ah, no, thanks. I...not right now.” He turned away from her again. Carter sat again and ate about half the bowl.

“You have to eat, Daniel,” she said after she'd finished. It had been cold and sticky, but it was also filling. She felt if not full, not hungry either. She handed the bowl back to him, and he took it, hands trembling.

She stood quickly, and walked to the fountain to drink. She would pay later for keeping the majority of her emotions bottled up, but for now it was necessary. She needed keep herself clear headed and figure out a way out of here. She thought about Jack and Teal'c and managed to get the screen on again. Both men were standing, and she could see Jack's jaw flapping. She wondered if she could speak with them somehow, or at least hear their voices. She concentrated on being able to hear them.

“And then the man in black says, “As you wish,”,O'Neill's nasal voice filled the room, “and Buttercup is all like ‘crap! I just pushed my boyfriend down a hill!’ and throws herself after him..”

“This seems unwise, O'Neill,” Teal'c rumbled.

“That's not the point, big guy. The point is that it's romantic.”

Carter grinned and turned towards Daniel who was smiling now, too. The untouched bowl of food rested in his hands. Carter concentrated on speaking with the Colonel. “Sir?” she interrupted some explanation about giant radioactive rats.

O'Neill jumped and turned his head around, obviously startled. “Carter? Major? Is that you?”

“Yes, sir. And Daniel is with me. We are...physically unharmed.”

“Where in the world *are* you, Major?”

“Ah, I think we might be in the building you and Teal'c are chained to. As far as I can tell the only way in or out is through some sort of beaming technology. But there is a lot I haven't been able to figure out yet, sir.”

“Oh...wait, hey, how did you know that we're chained to a building?” O'Neill was sporting a puzzled frown.

“Ah, we can actually see you, sir. And Teal'c. Some sort of view screen. It's apparently some sort of thought based technology we haven't encountered yet...”

“Female!” Soan was shouting, his voice insistent and angry.

Sam glanced longingly at her friends. “Uh, gotta go, sir. I'll try again later.” Sam glanced towards Soan who was staring at her disapprovingly. She closed her eyes briefly and knelt in front of him, arms at her sides, acting complacent and his expression seemed to soften.

“You need to pay attention closer. Our Mistress would be angry if ignored,” he said, and motioned for Daniel to join her. Daniel placed his half of the porridge (still untouched) beside his cushion and walked over to kneel beside her.

“Today, lesson is first practice. Then extra. Begin with self-pleasure.” He beamed at them as they complied, as though proud of particularly apt pupils. Carter supposed the analogy was accurate as she used everything he (and Toan) had told her in order to give every appearance that she was enjoying herself. She noticed Soan press something on Daniel's bizarre cock-ring again, and assumed half of the device maintained a male erection, while the other half prevented one.

Soan instructed them to pleasure each other again. They proceeded with slightly less awkwardness than there had been the first time. Soan moved them, showing them what he called appropriate poses, poses that Mistress Amalia would find pleasing. Carter found her body reacting more and more to the stimulation, to the point where she almost came while Daniel was licking her clitoris and penetrating her with his rough fingers. She pulled away flushed, wondering at the sensations.

Soan grinned at them. “Very good. Now extra. Female, you pose like...”Soan demonstrated by falling to his hands and knees. “Then you pleasure Soan with mouth, and male will enter you with organ.”

It wouldn't be any worse than yesterday, Carter told herself, rising to the required position. She closed her eyes and took Soan's cock between her lips, concentration on the head, like he'd shown her. She felt a distressing sense of pride at the noises he was making. She felt Daniel enter her from behind after a few minutes and had to adjust her position as he began to thrust, hands around her hips. Soon both men had found the same rhythm and were pounding into her desperately. She choked and tears burned at her eyes as Soan thrust deeper and deeper into her throat. Daniel's cock started to hit her g-spot and more tears fell as her body reacted, tingling and spasming around him. Finally, Soan pulled out, still erect and ordered Daniel to do the same. She heard Daniel groan as he pulled away.

“Is very good. Male, you may have full pleasure,” Soan walked to Daniel and did whatever made the ring allow his release. “Use self-pleasure,” Soan told him, and she heard Daniel gasping furiously as he came on the floor behind her. She rose to her knees, unable to keep from crossing her arms. Mistress Amalia wasn't here to correct her, and Soan was otherwise occupied. She could speak with the Colonel and Teal'c, she thought. Things were looking up. She wasn't going to dwell on other problems. Perhaps she could get a door, or maybe smaller, a window of some sort to open.

Daniel touched her on the shoulder. “We have to bathe,” he said and only then did she notice Soan had beamed away. Carter shook her head, upset that she'd missed that. She took the soap bottle from Daniel and finished at exactly the same time Amalia appeared before them. Carter frowned, was she earlier today? Or had Soan been here longer? She longed for a watch, or some way to see outside. It had seemed like daylight when she'd seen Jack and Teal'c. She could figure out the passage of time by checking on them, she thought, relieved.

“Female!” Amalia barked. “Attend.”

Carter ran her hands through her hair, which had gone from almost chin length to almost shoulder length unnaturally quickly, and knelt in front of Amalia. Daniel had apparently been kneeling in his proper place, already.

“You are not ready, but Lord Almuen insisted. First ceremony will be held. First, if you wish nourishment, recite. Male, you may speak.”

“I am the property of Mistress Amalia,” Daniel said slowly, quietly.

“Female, you may speak.”

Carter opened her mouth. The words were more difficult to say when she wasn't starving. “I am the property of Mistress Amalia,” she choked out.

“You may eat,” she handed them each a bowl of oat-porridge-zu-something or crap. “Eat quickly. There will be no more for this sun-cycle.”

Carter forced the sludge down her throat and wished they were closer to the fountain so that she'd have something to wash it down with. She wondered vaguely if they were supposed to wait for permission to drink and decided she didn't care. She crawled, not questioning why she was crawling instead of walking, and used the water to make the porridge easier to eat. At least it was warm and sticky now, instead of cold and sticky.

Amalia didn't say anything about her impromptu drink, so she decided it was okay. She finished her food as quickly as she could and crawled back to where she had been kneeling before. Daniel was picking at his food, maybe he'd eaten a handful of it. Carter stared at him, ordering him to eat inside her head. It worked as well telepathically as it ever did out loud, and he eventually pushed the half-emptied bowl away from himself.

“Very well. Male you will eat more later. I cannot have you damaged. First ceremony is very important. You will behave. You will not speak, you will do as commanded. You will see your friends suffer if you do not behave. Do you understand?”

They both nodded.

Amalia nodded back at them and summoned the guards who began the process of binding them. Carter noted that Daniel's wrists and ankles were being chained together this time, as well as hers. Apparently the weren't trusted not to try and escape. Amalia was right not to trust them, and again Carter felt a grudging admiration for these people. She was so used to being underestimated, she wondered if she'd grown to count on it.

“I cannot restrain your mouths, you must demonstrate obedience. You will demonstrate by not speaking. First ceremony is the shortest. Remember, you show obedience through silence.”

The guards finished binding them and then pulled out two black cloths. Carter winced as the blind fold was tied across her face, pressing her lips together. She'd hoped to at least have the opportunity to see where they were at. Her stomach seemed to drop away from her body, and with a sensation not entirely unlike gate-travel, she felt a hard surface under knees. She felt some appreciation for the softness of...whatever it was the floor in their room was made out of.

She heard voices murmuring in a language she didn't understand though they soon hushed. She could hear Amalia speaking, but she couldn't understand what she was saying. She could smell the scent of perfumes, spicy ones, fruity ones, musky ones and could feel heat emanating from the press of bodies. There was a large crowd wherever they were. She tried to tip to her left, where Daniel had been, just to feel if he was still there and almost fell against him. Strong hands righted her, and she was almost thankful for the presence of the guards.

Amalia continued to speak for some time. Carter all but bit her tongue to keep from whispering to Daniel. She started counting doubles in her head, just to keep from freaking out. 2, 4, 8, 16, 32...2048, 4086..96, 4,096. 8..1..9...

“You behave satisfactorily,” Amalia said in English and Carter trailed off her counting. She said something in that other language. And then added in English. “Male you shall be called, 'Yan.'” She spoke in the other language again before saying, “Female you shall be called 'Zan.'” There was hushed murmuring among the crowd. Amalia continued for a few more sentences in that other language, and then they were beamed back to their room. Carter felt herself relax at the familiar feel of their floor.

She blinked when the blindfold was removed, and Amalia appeared in her field of vision, smiling broadly. “Yan and Zan, you progress well. Soon there will be second ceremony, and then Binding. Sleep now.”She beamed away with that cryptic remark.

The guards unchained them and beamed away soon after. Carter glanced at Daniel, who was looking thoughtful and puzzled. She decided she’d probably hear about it later, and curled up to sleep.

Fic: Ceremony

2008-01-20T21:42:28Z

Fic: Ceremony
Fandom:Stargate:SG-1
Rating:NC-17/Adult
Pairings: Sam/Daniel, Sam/OMC/, Daniel/OMC, Sam/Jack(implied)
Summary: While exploring an alien planet, SG-1 is captured and sold into slavery.
Warnings: Slavery, non-con, rape, bondage, exhibitionism.

Chapter One
Sam was floating. Sleeping peacefully in the land of airplanes and models and happiness, she could take anything apart that she wanted, and only had to put it back together if she felt like it. No one was waiting for her to save the world, why would *she* be saving the world? She smiled, and put the finishing touches on the paint of her model airplane. She always painted the pieces before putting them together.

“Carter!” There was nothing wrong with putting them together that way, she liked to do things meticulously. Meticulous, she liked the way that...

“Sam...” And her stripes were perfect, correct, meticulous, precise, exactly on the lines as the diagram showed. One day she would fly an airplane...

“Major Carter, are you well?” Sam blinked. Her dream drug at her, tried to pull her back into that peaceful place.. planes...flying, a hug from her dad.

Sam blinked again and light assaulted her eyes. The sun was bright and hot. She blinked more and finally started to focus. Daniel. He was sitting across from her. She noted his hair, his face, no glasses and struggled to sit up.

“Whoa, easy, Sam. You've been out for a while. Longer than I was.”Daniel's soft voice traveled between them, reassuring, comforting. Her skin felt raw, wind-burnt, no, sun-burnt. She glanced down and noted that her normally pale skin was quite pink, and then she noticed that she wasn't wearing any clothes. She closed her eyes and breathed. Of course, they'd been captured, again. And this time, apparently, stripped. She struggled to focus again and noted that Dr. Jackson was also naked. Great. Carter closed her eyes, blinked the sleep out them and tried to sit up again.

“Where?” she managed to ask, knowing Dr. Jackson would fill in the blanks.

“In a cage of some sort. We were attacked at the gate, and Jack says that you and I were rendered unconscious with some flower. Apparently they had to use a higher dose on you, because you kept waking up and struggling.”

“Colonel? Teal'c?”She placed a hand over her eyes to shade the bright sun and tried to get some bearings. She squinted, but she could barely make out a desert landscape through the glare.

“Uhm...” Sam switched her gaze to Daniel. He seemed pretty uncomfortable. His skin was flushed pink as well, and she thought it was more likely from embarrassment than any type of sun damage. His skin was more used to a desert climate than hers, and darker to boot. She raised an eyebrow at him, encouraging him to continue.

He rubbed the back of his neck with hand. “They're carrying the cage,” he said, finally.

“Carrying? But it doesn't feel like we're moving. Or look much like it either.”

“Yeah, it's noon. Or, this planet's equivalent. Rest time. Jack and Teal'c went to get our food, water, uhm.”Daniel dropped his arm, and leaned back.

“Daniel!”Sam shouted, and it looked like he was about to fall. And then a force field seemed to envelop him, it kept him in, but it let him lean against it. Sam couldn't help it, she got to her knees and crawled across him, trying to touch the edge. “This is so cool...I wonder how it does that...”

“Ah... Sam... you could do that on your side... cage is box like... four sides,”Daniel squeaked underneath her.

Sam rolled her eyes and scooted away from him. “Jackson, I've seen lots of naked human males. And I know you've seen naked human females. We're scientists, this shouldn't be problematic for you. It's just a body.” She made a point of looking at him, every part she could see. He was sitting all crunched together and his hands were cupped over his genitals. “Honestly, Daniel. It's fine.”

“Ah, here come Jack and Teal'c,” Daniel said softly.

Sam pressed her lips together and looked in the direction Daniel's gaze had turned. Just a body, she told herself, and refused to examine too closely why she had suddenly felt compelled to cross her arms over her chest.

Colonel O'Neill and Teal'c were walking very slowly, trudging almost, across the sand. Looking in this direction she could see a caravan of sorts stretching out in front of them. There seemed to be other force field cages carrying other naked people for miles ahead. Both Teal'c and the Colonel were carrying buckets in each arm. Sweat glistened off their chests and she noted that they were shirtless, but had apparently been provided with loose trousers in a light-colored material. Both of them were barefoot, and as they grew nearer she could see that O'Neill's feet were bleeding.

“Carter! Back in the land of the living,” O'Neill spoke. His voice was harsh, as though his throat were dry. “How's it going?”

“Uhm, had better days, sir.” She noticed that he managed to keep from looking at either her or Daniel the entire time he was speaking.

“I am glad you are awake, Major Carter.” Teal'c's deep voice rumbled, and he seemed less strained. It was obvious the buckets he carried were full of water. O'Neill carried one bucket full of some type of porridge and another one that was empty.

“Thanks, Teal'c.”

“Well, kids,” O'Neill piped in. “Chow time. Water for you first Carter. You've been out for some time.”

Carter stared at him. How did he plan on getting them the water? And then, Teal'c simply handed Daniel one of his buckets. Daniel didn't gape as the bucket passed through the force field into his waiting hands, but Carter did. She gaped a lot.

“How does that work? I mean... we can't simply step through,” she placed her hands against walls near the edge of the floor. There was a floor, it was made of a very comfortable, springy material that she was not familiar with at all. The field had some give, she could push into slightly and then it simply stopped. “That's...”

“Major. Water. Drink.” O'Neill was staring at her now, a bemused look on his face.

Carter reluctantly took the bucket from Daniel's outstretched hands. She didn't *feel* thirsty, but that didn't mean her body didn't need hydrated. And she certainly didn't know when they would get water again. She tipped it against her mouth and drank, careful not to spill. The bucket was full, but not overlarge and apparently these two buckets were all the four of them had.

“For the whole day,” Daniel said very quietly, apparently reading her mind. “We get two buckets at noon each day, and no more until noon tomorrow. Drink as little as you reasonably can. I've been saving the rest for Jack and Teal'c. And they still aren't getting enough.”

Carter finished her drink. “All hydrated, sir. Can I see about how this force field works now? Maybe I can get us out of this cage somehow.” She handed the bucket back to Daniel. O'Neill and Teal'c were busy eating, dipping their hands into the bucket of porridge-like-substance. They were careful to leave the bucket half-full before sending it in.

Daniel ate a handful and passed it to her, she ate a handful as well. “Only if you two eat more than that, Carter,” O'Neill finally answered after a long drink from the other water bucket.

“For instance, sir,” Carter continued as though he hadn't made that last statement, “can you pass anything through the force fields?”

“We cannot, Major Carter. Only the buckets will go through.”

“Huh, there must be some type of...” A loud series of whistles began to sound, traveling down the caravan.

“Break time's over, Teal'c.” O'Neill stood and took another small drink of the water, and then pushed it and the empty bucket through to Daniel. O'Neill and Teal'c took places on either side of them and lifted as one long shrill whistle sounded. The platform shuddered a bit and soon stabilized. Carter fell against the edge a bit and was grateful for the force field's effects.

Daniel was clutching desperately at the water buckets, trying to keep as little of the precious liquid as possible from splashing out. Wordlessly, Sam took one of them, holding it securely in her lap and wedged the empty one between her and the force field when it rolled over to her.

“Hey, Daniel... the empty bucket?”

Daniel turned away for a minute. “For waste.”

“Oh.” Sam chucked that thought aside and began to work on figuring out how their prison functioned. The sooner she could get them out, the better.

Chapter Two
The caravan traveled at a fairly breakneck pace. Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill were exhausted when it finally came to a halt, sometime after the sun had already set. In fact, O'Neill looked as though he might literally pass out. Sam took the smallest drink of water she possibly could before passing the bucket through the field to Teal'c. The Jaffa gave her an approving look as he took it over to their leader. She didn't even make a pretense of eating the food. She hadn't done anything, that handful from earlier would last her until tomorrow. O'Neill and Teal'c needed it more.

“Any ideas on how it works?” Daniel asked finally, gesturing to indicate the force field walls of the cage. They had been quiet during their entire ride after the break.

“I... the buckets have to be keyed to force field somehow. which means there has to be programming somewhere in the buckets themselves or in the platform. I've been looking at all of the panels on the 'floor', but there doesn't seem to be any significant pattern. I tried to peel up the floor material earlier, but it won't budge. My fingernails probably aren't long enough. If I had some kind of tool... maybe the handle from the bucket would work...” she took the waste bucket, which neither she or Daniel had used yet, and tried to prise the handle from it.

“Ah... Sam.... you had probably better...” Daniel’s voice held a tinge of warning, but she had almost removed the handle.

A searing pain coursed through her and she swore. The pain stopped, and then started again abruptly. She dropped the bucket and fell. She turned to glare at her attacker. He was a burly man with coarse dark hair covering his chest, arms and head. He grunted something at her, and apparently didn't like her response, as he thrust the pain-stick through and hit her again. This time she only felt the pain for a moment before passing out, briefly. A brief jolt of pain brought her to again.

“Say, ik-e-the, Sam,” Daniel's voice prodded.

“Eee...k...they,” she slurred, trying to match the nonsense syllables she heard. Word. It was probably a word that Daniel knew and she didn't. That made sense. She felt her muscles spasm and she heard someone else screaming. Jack She huddled and lifted herself to her knees, trying to get a better look, trying to cry out...Daniel's gentle hand on her shoulder prevented it.

“Don't, Sam,”he choked. “They'll stop in a moment. Don't let them see that it affects you...then, they'll prolong their fun.” Daniel's voice was thick with unspoken words. “They leave if they don't get the right reactions.”

Sam blinked and made her face look as impassive as she could. She choked on bile, and held back tears that were threatening to spill. Daniel looked very pale in the darkness and she could see his shoulders were hunched and tense. Teal'c simply stood stock still, face completely blank, staring into the night.

And as Colonel O'Neill quit screaming, the man standing over him threw up his arms in a gesture of disgust. Hairy walked over to him and the started talking, rapid syllables that meant nothing to her, but apparently Daniel could tell what they were saying, or at least was trying. He was listening intently, at any rate. Sam held her breath, hoping they would go away and leave them alone. And then Daniel made a whimpering noise, and they walked over.

“No...” Daniel spoke softly, and the men started speaking to him earnestly and leering. Daniel cleared his throat and tried to argue, it was clear that his grasp on the language was pretty minimal, he spoke haltingly and occasionally interspersed his arguments with English. “acceptable....damage....worth more...,” eventually, he added softly. “Please don't make us do this.” Apparently it worked, because the men walked away, arguing with each other and one of them jabbed O'Neill with the pain stick once for good measure on their way out.

“Daniel?” Sam looked at him. His eyes were closed, and he was hugging himself earnestly. He scooted as far away from her as he could get.

“They wanted us to put on a show,” he choked the last word out. “I convinced them that we would be worth more...” Daniel trailed off. “They want to sell us as slaves, Sam. Pleasure slaves. And I...” Daniel stared at his knees.

Sam took the waste bucket back and began earnestly to try and get the handle off. They really needed to get out of here. She glanced outside, Teal'c was taking care of the Colonel. Finally she snapped the handle off and began to try and peel at the material. It was futile, nothing seemed to get it too lift. She threw the bucket handle away in frustration and cursed as it flew out of the force field. Great. She shivered, and finally noticed that it had grown quite cold, and that the planet's moon had all but disappeared from the sky.

She noticed that Teal'c was keeping watch, and that O'Neill was sleeping very close to him. In fact, Teal'c was holding him.

“Body heat generates much warmth, Major Carter,” Teal'c intoned softly and Sam sighed. She inched closer to Daniel and immediately felt better. He was staring into space. She curled against him.

“Daniel,” she whispered after a few moments. “What did I say?”

“Hmmm?” Daniel shifted a bit, still shivering.

“Earlier, with the guard.”

“Oh. As far as I can tell you said “I’m sorry.” You really did a number on that particular one when we were first caught.”

“Oh. Well. I'll have to think of something else tomorrow,” she said as lightly as she could. She touched Daniel's shoulder. “Rest. Don't worry, we'll get out of this, it's what we do.” Daniel closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her. They would get out of this. She fell into a fitful sleep with that thought in her mind.

Chapter Three
Sam blinked her eyes open as it began to get lighter. The sun had not risen quite yet, but already she could hear rustling as others in the caravan began to rise. Soon a series of whistles was sounding and the rustling became more earnest. Colonel O'Neill was very subdued as he drank from the buckets, leaving water for her and Daniel.

“Sir, I'm not thirsty,” she started, bracing herself for an argument, “neither is Dan...”

O'Neill simply sent the bucket through the force field and said nothing. No sarcastic quip, no order to drink, nothing. He took his place on his end of the cage and stood silently. Teal'c raised an eyebrow and emptied their second water bucket before sending it through. They had eaten all of their food the night before.

“Daniel Jackson, Major Carter, if you wish to use the waste bucket, now would be the appropriate time.”

Damn. Okay, it wasn't the first time she'd had to piss in front of these guys, they'd been locked away together often enough. It just felt so different, where any old hairy caravan guard could walk by and see her. Still, biology is biology she told herself and watched sadly as a small trickle of urine filled the bucket. Kind of annoying to waste water in that way, really. At least she hadn't vomited at any point yet. Considering she'd been drugged, she considered herself pretty lucky on that count.

She passed the bucket to Daniel who used it, and passed it to Teal'c. No one commented about the bucket's missing handle, though she felt kind of guilty for losing it. Teal'c dumped it and passed all of the buckets back to them before the final whistle sounded and the caravan started to move.

Sam had moved back to her side of the cage and was testing the field, trying to see how much give it would have. The team was silent, as was most of the caravan as they moved forward. The sun had reached the highest point in the sky before she realized, and she felt relief. She hadn't realized quite how worried about Colonel O'Neill she had been. Except that they didn't stop.

She turned to glare at Daniel accusingly. “I thought you said they always stopped at noon. Heat of the day, all that.”

“They do. We must be reaching our destination soon.”

Sam swallowed her panic. “Oh.”

Too soon she smelled a city. Dirt, unwashed humans, smells of cooking all filtered through the air. She began to hear noises, and then they walked over a hill and she saw it. It seemed to be a fairly large city. Buildings crowded into each other, some towering over others. Small children ran, dodging in between the various cages and shouted various things. Adults standing off the side of the road were soon making comments, and judging from the look on Daniel's face, fairly lewd ones. Just a body, Sam told herself. They'd have to be let out at some point, and then they'd all make their escape.

They finally halted, and O'Neill stood hunched over, gasping for breath. Sam nudged the last water of the water towards Teal'c, who immediately understood and made sure it got to the Colonel. O'Neill drank it all without protest. Sam tried not feel thirsty, or hungry. After all, she had done nothing but sit in a cage.

Soon the hairy guard from the night before returned and said something to Teal'c. Who looked straight at Daniel.

“Uhm, he said to come over here. Basically. I think.”

Teal'c supported O'Neill as they walked closer and the guard hit some button on his pain-stick. The force field had dissipated! Carter looked and saw Daniel nod, this was essentially their chance. She kicked the hairy man who stared at her in shock, long enough for Teal'c to incapacitate him and take the pain-stick. Daniel left the cage.

Sam looked at her friends. “Which way to the Gate?”

“That way,” Daniel pointed. “Across a desert, with no resources. No food, no water, not even clothes.”

“Yeah, well,” O'Neill finally spoke, though it was considerably quieter than usual. “Probably still better than staying here. Let's book.”

“Book?” Teal’c’s question was a comfort as they began to run.
People started shouting, as they did. “Was this the best plan you guys had?” O'Neill panted as they came to edge of town.

“What, you had...” Carter didn't hear the last of Daniel's statement, something had pricked her in the shoulder.

“Sir...” she trailed off, staying conscious just long enough to hear O'Neill say, “Great,” and fall over himself.

----

“Dad!” Sam was shouting. There was so much fire, pain. Screaming shouting. Where was she? “Jack!”Hands were grabbing her, reaching out for her, touching her.

“Carter! Wake up!” Something stung her cheek. She blinked, Jack... not wearing a shirt. And she was nake... oh. She blushed and sat up.

“Uh, morning sir.”

“More like night, Major. But nice to have you back.” Jack was leaning against some sort of force field. Oh.

“So we're all locked in together now?” Carter pressed down against the spongy material that made their cage's platform.

“It would seem so.”Teal'c was staring at the roads and the people around them menacingly.

“Uh...yeah, seems after that escape attempt, we were worth more. We're apparently being saved for some big auction...selling as a group.”Daniel tried to push his glasses up, before obviously remembering they weren't on his face. “Someone in the caravan said we could be controlled through each other. Or that was general gist of it.”

“Oh.” The members of SG-1 studiously avoided looking at each other for a moment.

“So, Major, how about disabling that force field? How's that coming?”the Colonel asked finally, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Sorry, sir. I really am at a loss. If we could get one of those pain- sticks, apparently something on those turns it off. I don't recall any pain -sticks working in this fashion before. But they were definitely the Go’auld variety pain- sticks, weren't they?” She looked towards Daniel for confirmation.

Daniel nodded, somewhat distracted. Apparently he was trying to listen to the crowd. Piecing together the language, more than likely. Or trying to find someone sympathetic he could argue to their side. Well, that was better than their current plan. Or at least as good.

“Maybe we can convince whoever buys us to take us back,” Sam mused, giving voice to her speculations. The whole team stared at Daniel, who shrugged.

“Maybe,” he said. “If we can communicate. I can convince them that we aren't slaves, that we come from the Stargate, and that they will get a handsome reward for returning us.”

“And just how, Daniel, would we get the S.C. to let us through the iris?” Jack patted his pants. “No pockets. No GDO. And unless one of you two is hiding it...” he trailed off, flushing.

“Well, sir, it's better than no plan. Or the plan of “somehow overcome the guards again, escape and trek through the desert half-naked back to the Stargate”. We still wouldn't have a GDO.”

“We should take solace that we have not been separated,” Teal'c said suddenly. “Together I am certain we will prevail.”

“Yeah, what he said,”Jack said finally, pantomiming putting his hands in his pockets. “What he said.”

Eventually they slept, or at least tried. Sam thought she heard little snores coming from the Colonel and was relieved. He and Teal'c particularly needed rest. She actually was feeling restless and useless. Still, she tried, curled against Teal'c, who was quite warm, and she eventually dozed.

Chapter Four
Shouts in an unfamiliar language woke Sam up. She sat up groggily and stared, their little cage had been surrounded by a formidable crowd. She nudged Teal'c who looked down at her and then out at the crowd. Teal'c gently shook O'Neill awake and she touched Daniel's shoulder. The four of them stared silently at the crowd.

“Hello,” Daniel said eventually. And then repeated something in another language. Probably a greeting. The crowd cheered. Sam found herself blushing.

“We came through the Stargate, chaapa’ai, “ Daniel seemed to be listing as many words for “star”, “gate” and “giant circle” that he could find. He made a large sweeping motion with arms, trying to demonstrate. Several children laughed with delight. Daniel sighed, and reached for his non-existent glasses again.

And then a woman burst through the crowd. “You came through the chaapa’ai,” she asked urgently, speaking a dialect of Go'auld Sam could understand. Finally!

“Yes! Yes!” Daniel answered excitedly. “We're peaceful explorers, tau’ri of the planet Earth. We were imprisoned by mistake. Please, surely we can find someone who can correct this misunderstanding.”

The woman was grinning wildly and soon waved to the caravan guards. She started speaking to them rapidly in their tongue, and Sam watched Daniel's face carefully. At first he was excited and soon he was shouting, “No! No! Please...just take us back to the chaapa’ai, your reward will be much larger than anything they can offer...”

“Daniel. What's going on?” O'Neill asked, face indicating that he had understood just enough not to be happy about it.

Daniel drooped. “She's offering her services as a translator during the auction. Apparently a position that will pay very well.”

“Oh.” O'Neill looked thoughtful. “Well, we'll just have to go back to plan A.”

“Which plan was that again, sir?” Carter asked, “the one where we convince our new *owner* to let us ago, or the one where we traipse across the desert without any clothes?”

“Dunno. Whichever one works best, Major.”

“Sweet. Sir.” Carter was relieved when the Colonel smiled at that one.

Hours later, Carter was still trying to pull the floor of their cage up. She couldn't get it, and yet she kept trying. She'd enlisted the help of both Teal'c and O'Neill, who weren't having any more luck than she was.

“Think they're going to feed us today, big guy?” Jack asked as he found yet another patch of floor that simply stayed as floor.

“I do not know, O'Neill.”

“Always the straight man, Teal'c. Love it.” Teal'c raised an eyebrow. Jack sighed.

“Well, this isn’t working, and I’m getting sick of this cage,” Jack began whining and was interrupted by Daniel.

“Well, I imagine we'll have bigger problems soon.” The crowd around their cage was parting and an incredibly tall, incredibly beautiful woman was walking towards them. She was wearing remarkably little, just some white gauze that barely covered strategic locations and a pair of open sandals.

Her hair was long and dark. Her skin was dark, her eyes were dark. Really, she screamed “tall, dark and beautiful,” Jack thought. A retinue of strong looking toughs followed her. The woman Daniel had argued with earlier walked to the cage and knelt before it.

“You are to be honored greatly,” she told them, excitedly, as the other woman spoke. “Lady Amalia has agreed to take on the training of the two shi-fen, and to allow you two to serve as their personal guards. Your display earlier has convinced the Lady that you are strong, worthy of her house and the addition of two shi-fen will increase her standing greatly. She has paid a great price for you, and feels as though she is the one who has benefitted. It is a good day for the House of Amalia.” The translator looked winded, but proud.

“Lady Amalia....” Daniel began and one of Amalia's guards poked a pain-stick into his flesh almost immediately. Daniel screamed, and fell back.

“You will not speak without permission,”their translator said hurriedly. “Lady Amalia looks forward to your training.”

“But we are not...” Daniel began again, and was rewarded with pain for his efforts.

“Daniel, cut it out,”Jack managed to say, before he too was jabbed.

Amalia's guards lifted their cage, four of them, two on each end and Jack felt a swell of jealousy. Yeah, that would'a been way easier. SG-1 was carried through the city to Amalia's House in silence.

Chapter Five
Lady Amalia's house seemed completely nondescript, a tall white building wedged between several other tall white buildings. The buildings were just a hair to short to be called sky scrapers, but the term still floated into Sam's mind. She had no more than a second to wonder if they'd have another chance to escape when the force field was turned off, before one of the guards hit her with a needle. Blow guns? Force fields and blow guns... she passed out, laughing at the thought.

Sam woke, and found she was lying on a plush cushion. The material was incredibly soft and she had a blanket to curl up with. Something was making a pleasant sound in the background, water, running water. She sat up and blinked. A water fountain? In the desert? Certainly they had been sold to someone wealthy. Sold. They had been sold. Well. They'd been in worse situations. She'd think of a list of those after she found Daniel, Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill.

Daniel was asleep beside her, splayed on a similar cushion to hers. She nudged him gently. “Daniel,” she whispered.

“Sam...” he sat up quickly, pulling the blanket around him. They hadn't been provided with clothing, unfortunately. “The others?”

“I don't know,”she answered and walked over to the fountain. It was a large structure, with a deep basin and tall column rising from the middle. Water poured out of the column from several sides, creating a soothing mist of moisture. There was a ledge around the entire basin, providing an easy place to sit.

“A fountain. In the desert.” She looked at Daniel who had followed, blanket still preserving his modesty. She noticed that she had actually done the same thing with hers.

“Colonel? Teal'c?” she called and received no answer.

“Jack? Teal'c?” Daniel was calling in the other direction. They seemed to be in a room, no doors, no windows. There was an dip in one wall, where they had waken, a lot of open space, three other walls and the fountain.

Sam trailed her fingers along the walls, looking for any signs of an opening, after she was convinced that Teal'c and the Colonel were not with them.

“So much for not being separated,” Daniel said, sitting on the edge of the fountain.

Carter finished her search. “Yeah.”She went to sit by Daniel. “Suppose the water's safe?”

Daniel shrugged.

“Oh it's safe,” their new owner seemed to have appeared from nowhere. Samantha blinked. The woman, Amalia, was still dressed in her skimpy white gauze and was smiling at them.

“How did you do that? Trap door? Is it like the force field technology?” Sam was babbling questions. Amalia smiled at her indulgently.

“Silence,”she demanded and Sam found herself glaring. “This once I will allow you to behave so in my presence. You are untrained, and you do not know the rules. Next time you will behave properly. Now, I will allow you to ask questions. But do not try my patience. I will only answer so many before I tire of it. Ask, and then I will introduce you to your trainer and will not see you until you are fit to be in my company.”

“Where are our friends?” Daniel asked immediately.

“They are safe. They are proving their worth as your guards.”

“What does that mean?” Sam asked.

Amalia said nothing.

“Where are we, I mean, what planet, what city?”Sam tried again.

“You are on Piktu, of course,” Amalia seemed startled. “There is only one City.”

“We are not slaves,”Daniel said softly. “We came through the Stargate to visit your planet, we are traders. Explorers. Our people would give you much for our safe return.”

Amalia laughed. “Do I look as though I need anything,” she gestured pointedly at the fountain. “And that is one of many in my House. It is fresh and safe to drink. Quite safe. This is Toan, he will be instructing you.”

Sam blinked and there, kneeling just in front of Amalia was a naked man. His hair was black, and soft and fell over his back in waves. His skin was dusky and almost seemed to glow. His muscles were nicely proportionate and she couldn't help a little twinge of attraction. He made a nice picture, kneeling at Amalia's feet.

“Now, I will explain the rules once. You will not be covered in my presence,” Amalia eyed their blankets significantly, “you will speak only when given permission, you will obey any order I give you without question or hesitation. You will treat and obey Toan as if he were I.” And then she was gone. Along with their blankets.

“Hey, wait...” Toan had risen and was starting towards Daniel.

“You will speak when you have permission, only,”he said haltingly. Sam wondered when he and Lady Amalia had learned English, and then gave it up as not worth speculating about.

“Please, this is a misunderstanding. We are not slaves,” Daniel persisted, adding a few phrases she assumed he’d picked up during their trek with the caravan.

“You do not have permission,”Toan said. Daniel stared at him.

“Please, can you just tell me where our friends are?”

Toan sighed, was it regretfully? Sam wondered, and the guards appeared in that same impossible manner. They must have beaming technology. Great, the only way in or out of this room was some kind of beaming technology. The guards attacked Daniel mercilessly with the pain-stick, while Sam watched, helpless to do anything.

When they stopped, Toan had pressed something into Daniel's mouth. A gag. Sam glanced away.

“There,” Toan said, “now you will not be tempted.” He looked at Sam who simply looked back at him. “Will you require such an aid?” Sam shook her head. No. No she really wouldn't.

“Very well. We shall begin with self-pleasure. Show me, please, the way in which you pleasure yourself.”

“Ahh....” Carter stared at Toan. He wanted her to...Carter blushed then. “I....,” she snapped her mouth shut, remembering she wasn't supposed to be speaking. Orders. These were orders, she told herself this firmly. She could follow orders. They were unorthodox, but... she could do this. There was no need to get tortured into doing it. Because she'd give in eventually. This wasn't that hard, just humiliating. She could do humiliating, too. She closed her eyes, and tried to pretend she was somewhere else. In her own bed. After a good day at work.

No, that wasn't going to work. Sam opened her eyes and shook her head gently. She wasn't sure she could do this. She avoided looking in Dr. Jackson's direction. Toan was looking at her, something akin to sympathy in his dark brown eyes. “Self-pleasure,” he prompted softly, caressing his nipples softly. Sam swallowed. Just a body. Biology. It was a biological function, designed to make reproduction pleasant so that the species would propagate itself. Biology. She pressed her own fingers to her nipples which were not the least bit stiff. It was warm in this room, bordering on hot, and she wasn't the least bit aroused.

“Good,” Toan said softly, walking closer to her.

Sam closed her eyes again. In her own bed. A breakthrough, she was already excited and felt like rewarding herself. She blinked and felt wetness in her eyes. She squeezed them shut. At home. In bed. Playing with her nipples, playing with her tits. Squeezing, pinching. Attempting to set herself on fire, she loved doing this to herself. She did. And for just a moment the illusion was real and she gasped.

“Yes, good,”Toan was touching her arms now and the illusion shattered. She stopped and wiped at her eyes angrily. She was not going to cry about this.

“But, you are putting on a show now. Your body is for your Mistress's pleasure now, so,” Toan lifted one of her arms gently and Sam jerked it away.

Toan stilled and stood sill and silent. Sam blinked away some more tears. Finally she looked at him.

“You have no choice,” he said. “You will comply, you are now property of Mistress Amalia. She wishes you to learn how best to please her. You will please her best by performing well during Ceremony. I will show you how. I will try not to hurt you. But I will if I have to. I, too, am property of Mistress Amalia, I too have no choice.”Toan switched his gaze towards Daniel for part of his speech. Sam crossed her arms across her chest and slid to the floor. “Please...” Toan knelt beside her and again gently took her arm. Sam allowed it to hang limply.

“Now, make small circles at first and then larger ones. Start by looking at your own breasts, and then raise your eyes and gaze at your Mistress...” Toan continued to instruct her, told her to part her thighs slowly, invitingly, wantonly. Sam responded listlessly. Following orders, following orders, she told herself over and over again. A mantra in her head. Toan couched her gently when she faltered, and demonstrated using his own body, never once losing control. If she hadn't been able to see the evidence of his arousal with her own eyes, she would have believe she was as disinterested as she was. And her body was disinterested, it took an inordinate amount of effort just to get her nipples to stiffen for a significant period of time. And she certainly wasn't wet. But that didn't matter. She simply had to be supremely effective at faking it. She was old enough that she'd done that before, and used that experience to her advantage. Finally, finally, Toan left her alone and she huddled by the fountain, drinking sparsely, knowing she needed the water, but wanting to throw up all the same. She would have thrown up if she'd eaten recently.

“I am sorry, this is more difficult for males,” Sam heard Toan's voice and refused to watch Daniel receiving the same lessons she'd just been given.

They had to get out of here. Find Jack, Teal'c and get out of here. And she was going to have find some way to do it. Sam used a bit of water to wash off her face, and continued to ignore Toan's soft voice. She wandered to the furthest wall, and began to systematically look for anything that might be a door or an opening again, or any possible glimmer of hope. Anything. The wall was solid. Everywhere, it melded together with the floor. Which was the same material from their force field cage. Sam frowned. What type of material was this. She pushed it at it, it was springy, very springy and yet very solid. She couldn't push through it... Sam jumped as something brushed her arm and turned around, automatically poised to fight. It was Toan. Sam blinked, idea forming in her mind and reacted instantly, attacking him abruptly and wrapping her arms around his neck.

The guards on the other side of the room started to rush over and Sam cried out, “Don't do it. I'll kill him before you get here, I'll break his neck. Get Amalia here, tell her to let me and my friends go, and I'll let him go.” She glanced at Daniel who looked at her briefly before glancing away. Well, even if he didn't approve, he wasn't necessarily disapproving either.

The guards stilled and began arguing amongst themselves. Sam held her hands ready. She didn't really want to do it, but she would if they pushed her. Toan wasn't struggling her arms, was unnaturally still, actually.

“It won't work,” he said dully. “You two are exotic, worth more even apart than I am. They'll figure that out soon. You'll kill me for no reason. No one will care.”

And it seemed Toan was right, the guards had quit arguing and were rushing towards them again. Defeated, she threw Toan away from her disgustedly and cried out at as the first guard hit her with one of his sticks. They continued to assault her, until she was screaming incoherently from the pain, they continued the assault even thin until finally, blessedly, she passed out.

Chapters 6-10

P0rn for Liz

2007-01-11T21:46:25Z

Fic: Trick or Treat
Fandom: House
Word Count: 1337
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: House/Wilson/Cameron
Warnings: Barely editted, PWP, written as a dare, voyeurism, exhibitionism, masks
Summary: No really, just p0rn for a good friend of mine.

Wilson closed his eyes. He did not want to answer the door. Bad enough he was staying at House's apartment, worse when he had to flaunt the fact by answering someone. Not that Greg had a lot of visitor. Wislon wrinkled his eyebrows. Or any, for that matter. In fact, who would be visiting Dr. House, except for... resignedly, he left his comfortable, seemingly permanent spot on the couch. There was probably something seriously wrong, if someone was actually at House apartments looking for...well, either one of them, really.

He opened the door, and stared at a masked face. "Uh, trick or treat?" an eerily familiar feminine voice said from behind the blank, black plastic mask. Wilson narrowed his eyes, then widened them in appreciation. The woman in front of him was quite pleasing.

He started with the mask, a very plain affair that simply covered the face, except for a set of brown, rather wide eyes. He let himself trail down to the exceeding *exposed* bosom, that was large, pert and all but thrust into view by a black corset. The corset was laced at the sides, showcasing a tantalizing view of pale skin, and flared into an incredibly short black skirt. He had another teasing view of skin before black, lace thigh highs led straight into a pair of almost thight high black boots, laced precisely in the fashion of the corset.

Wilson allowed his gaze to trail back up to meet her eyes again. Who was she? Why was she so familia..."Dr. Cameron?"

"Uh... sorry, Dr. Wilson. I lost a bet," she sounded rather sheepish. He wondered if he was supposed to be the recipient of this particular prank, or if was supposed to have been House?

"No need to be sorry," he gazed at her appreciatively once more. She really was an attractive woman. Plus, it was kind of nice to be able to just admire the way she looked, and not worry too much about proper conduct around colleagues.

She turned her face. "Uhm...I think I'll go now. Sorry to have bothered you.."

"Why don't you stay? I don't particularly want to trick you, and you did ask for a treat." Wilson decided he should kick himself for that line. No wonder his wife had left him. And he could feel the ache of his wife leaving him rather badly at the moment.

"Stay?" Cameron all but squeaked.

"Yes." Wilson said firmly after a moment.

"Dr.."

"No, call me James, please." He tried not to plead too much, but it had been a long time. He could really use some relief, and certainly she was much better off. What with chasing House around, certainly she hadn't had sex in longer than he had.

"I..it's innapropria..."

Hell. He was going to hell, and he didn't care at the moment. Wilson kissed the mask, pressing it hard enough to muffle her protests, and locked his arms around her. He pressed himself firmly against her bountiful breats and revelled in their softness. It had been too long.

He pulled his lips away reluctantly, there was something distressingly stimulating about kissing a faceless mask and removed it gently. "No one has to know," he said breathlessly. "In fact, I'll take great pains not to tell them, ever." Then he kissed her mouth before allowing her to respond, pressing into her lips with all of the fervor he'd used on her mask. For one heart stopping moment she didn't respond, then, finally she pressed against him and returned his efforts, exploring his mouth with her tongue.

Wilson pulled away again and gestured her inside, pausing briefly to hang the sock on the doorknob. House had left lying by the door, presumably to grant himself easy access to the article and for once Wilson didn't rue its presence. He ignored Cameron...Allison's odd look in lieu of kissing her again and trailed his hands over her the flesh of her cleavage. He'd been itching to do that since he'd first been confronted with this rather advantageous 'halloween costume'.

Allison responded, running her hands over his bare arms, and underneath the plain tshirt he was wearing. Her touch was featherlight, teasing and causing him to shiver. Too long didn't even begin to cover how long it had been. He ran his hands through her long mass of dark hair. She pushed him onto the couch, lifting his shirt as she went, all but tearing it away from him. Wilson gasped for breath, then quit caring about breathing as she straddled him.

He had another tantalizing glimpse of skin, realized underwear *would* be impractical with such a short skirt, and quit thinking as she ground into him, kissing him hard, fervently, pressing herself against him.

"Shouldn't you two get a condom?"

Wilson groaned and Allison jumped off him, tumbling to the floor in a rather ungraceful manner. Those boots could not be comfortable to walk in. He'd just noticed the three inch heel. He'd overlooked the heighth difference in favor of the cleavage.

"Didn't you see the sock?"

"Yep. Don't stop on my account, I was really appreciating the show," House was leaning against the door, pants unbuttoned. How long had he been standing there? "Just didn't want my employee bogged down with inconvenience of pregnancy, and neither of you seemed inclined to stop."

"I..." Wilson thought about it, actually, he really was still quite in the mood. He looked at Allison who was redder than any natural human should be, but her lips were parted and she was still breathing heavily. Wilson stood and leaned over her.

"You like being watched, don't you," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck, onto her breasts, and fumbling with the laces on her corset. Allison didn't refuse him, simply sat stunned while he peeled the corset down, revealing her pert tits, and hard pink nipples. She moaned when he began to play with them and moaned even louder when House echoed her moan.

"You like to know that every time he looks at you, he'll see you here, wantonly responding to my touches," Wilson whispered, earning him another throaty moan. Wilson undid his own pants, ran one hand over his erection and used the other to reach under her skirt. Her body was secreting plenty of fluid, she was definitely responding positively, physically speaking. And she didn't seem inclined to argue with him, so he start to stroke her with one hand and himself with the other. He listened to her moans, allowed her to adjust herself to his hands, trying to find the physical sensation she would find most pleasing.

"Please..." she gasped, finally. "Need...something, inside..."

Wilson fumbled for his wallet, he kept a condom there, just in case.

"End table, bottom drawer," House called out, his voice sounding strained. Wilson didn't question it. He flung the drawer open and groped for the appropriate article. He rolled the condom over his penis as quickly as he could and resumed stroking Allison until she was pleading with him again.

He pushed inside of her slowly, leaving the skirt to pool around her flat stomach, and increased his pace as her moans and pleas grew into shouts and screams. He heard himself moaning, feeling pressure build inside of him, slamming into her, and he heard House moaning behind them.

"Hurry up already," House shouted sarcastically and for some reason, it pushed him over the edge. His vision grew hazy and light exploded around him. Unexpectedly he felt Allison convulse around him, and heard House shout in triumph. The odds of them climaxing together had been so physically unlikely that Wilson let out a weak laugh, before collapsing beside Allison. It had been way, way, way too long.

"Trick," Cameron said finally. "That was definitely a trick."

"Well, it was a treat for me," Wilson answered.

"I take it you lost the bet?" House said finally. "I'm glad, I'm pretty certain I never want to see Foreman dressed as a hooker."

First Fic Post!

2006-12-05T20:45:50Z

Fic: Family
Rating: G
Summary: Lucius answers the questions of a young, inquisitive Draco.
This is one of the drabble/fics I wrote for artisticentropy's (aka Shi Ryuu's) fanart100 pictures. The picture can be found here: http://artisticentropy.livejournal.com/3969.html#cutid1.
A/N: My sister made me do it. Yep, she made me write Malfoy fluff.

"Who is Harry Potter, father?" Draco stared up at me, eyes wide and full of wonder.

Wonder! Wonder at such a one, a mere lucky half-blood. "Why do you ask?" I countered. I wanted him to think about his questions, to understand his motivations so that he could learn to understand the motivations of his allies and enemies as he grew older.

"Pansy was talkin' bout him." I simply stared at my son, unwilling to respond. He knew it was necessary to form proper sentences to elicit any response from me, even at three years of age.

"Pansy was talking about him, father," Draco finally said, albeit a bit sullenly.

"And what did she have to say," I asked patiently.

"That he killed the Dark Lord, and that he was amazin, I mean amazing. And that he was the savior of the whole wizarding world," Draco's silver eyes were flashing, full of questions.

An excellent development, I thought. I wanted him to think for himself, not to blindly accept the statements of others. "And what do you think, son?"

"Uhm...well, I heard grownups say the same thing before, and uhm, why don't you and Mom ever talk about him? Everyone else talks about him a lot, he's famous, even though he doesn't even live here!"

I sighed and gathered Draco into my arms, sliding gracefully against the wall onto the floor. "Yes, he is a very famous little boy, though he has done little to merit that fame."

"What'd...I mean, what did he do?"

How to answer such a question? How to frame such a situation into language even so smart a young child as my son could understand? Draco clutched at my hair, yawning.

"Perhaps, I shall let you decide for yourself whether he is worthy of his fame. Listen to what others say about him, Draco and draw your own conclusions, son. Then when you have more information, ask me again."

He looked up at me, sleepy now. "Do I have to?" he whined, and I stroked his hair.

"Yes," I answered in a voice that brooked no argument.

Draco huffed, and closed his eyes, still clutching my hair. I pulled him closer. "Ahh, what loaded questions you ask my son, even if you do not realize it."

I stared at him, then, worried and proud at once. He would listen, he would draw his own conclusions. Hopefully with just the proper prodding, he'd draw the ones I wanted him to, while assuming they were his own.

It has occured...

2006-12-05T18:45:43Z

I too have succombed. I have created a fandom journal. *Sigh.* Here it is. I shall be posting a fanwork collabaration soonishly. Heh, I'll put a plea out for icons for this journal. If you make me one I like, I'll swap a drabble for it.... Or something. I'll put out a plea in my other journal too, since I imagine the only people looking in this one will be those same people, at least at first. This one won't be friends locked, generally speaking and will be strictly for fandom-esque things. Theoretically some fanfiction... theoretically. We shall see, shan't we?