Summary: Hathor's return promises problems for SG-1, the SGC, and especially Sam Carter
Standing in the fake Gateroom with two of her teammates, Captain Samantha Carter remembered the crushing despair she felt when she believed she had awakened in the year 2077 and everyone she knew and especially the people she cared about were gone.
That thought had triggered the tears. There was no Janet anymore. She was long dead. So was Jack O'Neill, Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and the rest of her SGC. Cassie, the young orphaned alien she and Janet took such delight in, was at best a very old woman.
She hadn't known if she could go on. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to. Not without Janet or Cassie. They had become her entire life!
She remembered lying in the cryo-crypt with the "head" of SGC Medical, Doctor Raully, and the "commander" of the SGC, Major General Trofsky, leaning over her explaining what had supposedly happened. She heard some of it but after hearing the year, her thoughts drifted back to the first time she and Janet had made love.
It was less than six months before, although at the time Sam was certian it was over 78 years before. Shortly after Jolinar's death, Sam had totally immersed herself in her work as a balm to her psychic pain.
Janet walked into her lab demanding that Sam take some time off and visit Cassie or she would place Sam on enforced medical leave.
"Sam, it's not good to stay locked up inside this lab," Janet said. She put her hands on Sam's shoulders and leaned over her to look at the computer screen. "Hey, you're muscle's are tight! Let me see..."
Janet began to gently massage Sam's shoulders. It felt wonderful. Sam could feel a lot of tension melt out of her as Janet's fingers worked their magic.
This lead to dinner at Janet's house and some video-gaming with Cassie. Before the evening was over, Sam and Janet were curled up at opposite ends of the couch, talking quietly about little of importance.
Janet asked, "How are your shoulders? Still tight?"
Sam nodded and Janet stood and walked around behind her and resumed her deep massage. Sam's head lolled around, her soft, golden hair brushing the backs of Janet's hands.
Janet came around and knelt in front of Sam, need and desire burning in her eyes. Sam smiled gently and Janet leaned in to kiss her. Sam happily accepted the soft lips against hers and let her lips part to allow Janet's tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet and her tongue was soft, liquid magic in Sam's mouth.
She was jerked from the memory of a memory by motion near the back of the fake Gateroom. Sam felt despair wash over her anew when Hathor stepped into view.
This explained how a System Lord could have gotten so many details of the SGC correct, at least on the surface. She had spent enough time there, first as a guest and then as would-be conqueror. She had only been defeated by the women of the SGC and Teal'c who had not been affected by Hathor's "magic."
Sam did feel some relief at the thought that Janet and Cass were still alive. They had almost assured themselves it was still 1999, not 2077. But it was tempered by the realization that she, Colonel O'Neill, and Daniel were prisoners of one of the coldest bitches Sam had ever met.
Hathor started to ask questions relating to the Asgards and the possibility of an alliance against the other System Lords who had trapped her on Earth thousands of years before. She stepped up and stroked Sam's cheek. Sam felt a ripple of revulsion at her touch as she asked, "What is the sequence of numbers necessary to open the barricade protecting your stargate?" Sam kept her mouth shut.
Hathor stepped over to a waiting Jaffa and pulled a Goa'uld out of his stomach. "An opportunity has presented itself at a most fortuitous time."
Holding the writhing serpent-like creature up, she continued, "Our friend here is ready for a host. Tell Us, which one of you shall it be?"
As the Goa'uld continued to taunt them, Sam finally said, "I'm not afraid!"
"You should be, for the pain a symbiote can inflict on the host is quite unimaginable," Hathor sneered.
Finally, Serpent and Horus guards marched them out of the false Gateroom. Sam was separated from the colonel and Daniel and taken to a plush chamber. The guards left her alone in the room.
Sam looked around. The walls were covered by tapestries in places. There was a large raised, cushioned platform along the far wall with several pillows scattered across the top. There was a small couch-like piece fo furniture to her left. The rest of the chamber was empty of artifacts.
As Sam waited, she decided there was little point in standing. A lengthy wait to her would mean little to long-lived creatures like the Goa'uld. After sitting down on the small couch, she felt her mind drifting.
Janet led Sam upstairs to her bedroom and stood before her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Janet asked. "It's not too late. Nothing has happened and nothing will, unless you want it to."
"I want it to," Sam whispered. Then she reached out and ran the back of her fingers down Janet's cheek in a gentle caress. The other woman leaned into Sam's hand with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.
Sam turned her hand and cupped Janet's face as Janet took her other hand and held it gently. Janet leaned up and gently kissed Sam. Sam opened her lips and again accepted Janet's tongue, playing with it and caressing it with her own.
Breaking the kiss, Janet pulled back and looked at Sam. "There's still time," she said.
Sam nodded, "All the time in the world..." Then Sam leaned towards her friend and kissed her deeply.
They quickly shed their clothes and lay together on Janet's bed, mouths and tongues exploring, fingers tracing soft curves, and eyes gazing deep into each other's soul.
Janet slid her fingers lightly down Sam's smooth stomach and toyed with the short curls above her center. As she stroked and caressed Sam's flesh, she whispered, "You've never been with another woman before, have you?" Sam slowly shook her head, as if ashamed of the truth. Janet smiled reassuringly, "That's fine. May I show you how nice it can be?"
Sam nodded and Janet kissed her again before trailing down Sam's body, kissing and licking soft, warm skin. Taking her time, Janet kissed the tips of each breast, lightly flicking her tongue across the taut nipples before wrapping her lips around Sam's left breast. Her fingers toyed with the right nipple as she began to slowly suck and nip at the rock hard nub in her mouth.
Sam felt waves of pleasure flowing through her. She gave out little cries of pleasure every time Janet's teeth, lips, or tongue touched her skin. When the young brunette moved to Sam's other breast and continued her pleasuring, Sam groaned, "Oh Janet! Please, don't stop!"
Janet whispered against her skin, "I must if you want me to show you everything."
Sam had never felt so special, so loved, as she did when Janet kissed her way down Sam's body. The doctor paused to swab out Sam's navel, causing the blonde to arch her back slightly. Then she resumed her course to the hot mound of her very willing victim.
Spreading Sam's thighs, Janet kissed the tender flesh of the inner thighs before gently parting the moist folds below the golden crown of hair. The inner flesh was glistening with Sam's honey and Janet bent to lick every drop from the incredibly sensitive lips, as she slipped two fingers into the wet cavern of Sam's sex.
Sam gave a little cry as Janet began to work on her hot, wet core. She had never been so aroused and was amazed at how hot and tender her new lover could be, before her conscious mind refused to function.
Janet took only a few swipes of her tongue before she felt Sam grip her fingers. She knew her friend was about to have her first woman-induced orgasm. She pressed the flat of her tongue against Sam's clit, sending the blond woman over the edge into ecstasy.
Sam's body thrust up and down on the mattress as she flooded Janet's mouth with her musky juice. Novas blazed behind her closed eyes as her entire frame was wracked with pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Janet smiling down on her. "My God, Janet! That was incredible! I never felt anything like that before!" Sam enthused in a husky voice.
"That was only the beginning," Janet promised as she leaned over and captured Sam's lips in a loving, passionate kiss.
Soon, it was Sam's turn to pleasure her lover...
"Well, how do you like Our accomodations?"
Sam sat up with a jerk as she saw Hathor step into the room.
"We have reason to remember you. You disrupted Our plans on your petty world. But We do not hold a grudge against you. We find you most comely and would have you for Our pleasure." Hathor stepped up and pulled Sam to her feet. "Does this please you?"
Sam merely shook her head. "We offer you that which men through the centuries desired above life itself and you would refuse Us?" Hathor leaned close to Sam, "We shall see."
Hathor grabbed Sam's shoulders and pulled her close, forcing her lips against Sam's and thrusting her tongue into Sam's mouth.
Especially as the memory of Janet's sweet kisses were so fresh in her mind, Sam found herself revolted by this alien creature's kiss. She tried to pull away but the Goa'uld's strength was more than enough to hold her.
As Hathor continued to ravage Sam's mouth, Sam felt her revulsion and resistance melt away. She was becoming aroused by the other woman.
As if sensing this, Hathor released her hold on Sam.
Smiling, she said, "Now, Our sweet, do you not find Us attractive? Do you not desire Us? It is useless to lie to Us. We can sense your desire."
Sam realized that, as much as she hated and despised this woman, she wanted nothing more than to have hot sex with her. As she stood there, stunned at her lustful feelings, Hathor slowly stripped off her clothes.
Sam gazed longingly at the near-perfect body before her. She wanted to kiss every inch of that beautiful skin and to drink from the fount at her center.
Hathor threw back her head and laughed. "You humans are so easily aroused. We find this both pleasing and amusing." Reaching out her hand she pulled Sam towards the bed. "Please remove those garments, Our sweet, so that We may admire your human form."
Sam pulled off the white garments she and Jack O'Neill had pulled on to sneak through the fake SGC. As she bared herself, Hathor remarked, "We see you are still a beautiful woman. Your aspect pleases Us. Come here."
Sam knelt on the bed and gazed down at Hathor. Her breasts were firm and thrust up from her body. Her hips gently flared out and the little russet patch of pubic hair was trimmed, allowing Sam to see the aroused labia as Hathor slowly stroked herself.
"Come Our sweet, lay beside Us and allow Us to take Our pleasure," Hathor purred.
Sam lay next to the woman and began to kiss her, deep probing kisses as her fingers made their way down to join with Hathor's.
Hathor grabbed Sam's hand tightly as she bit savagely at Sam's lip. Sam pulled back with a shout, feeling blood flow down her chin.
Hathor narrowed her eyes and smiled evilly. "We must be completely truthful with you. We have not forgotten nor have We forgiven you for your interference with Our previous efforts. We shall have Our way with you and We shall thoroughly enjoy Ourselves while doing so."
Sam could still feel desire for this evil beauty as she listened to Hathor's words. "You and that so-called doctor will both become instruments of Our pleasure and recipients of Our vengeance."
Wiping blood from her mouth, Sam felt a wave of fear and anger at hearing Janet being threatened, and cursed herself for the incredibly arousing effect Hathor's words were having on her.
Hathor smiled and said, "We shall begin..."