Summary: Not Supplied
Sam Carter was lying naked in a fetal position on the floor of the chamber she'd been confined to by Hathor, the evil Goa'uld queen. She was shivering, but not from any cold, the room was quite temperate. Her body quivered in a bizarre combination of lust and hatred.
The floor below her was spattered with small droplets of blood, some several days old. The Air Force officer was bleeding from several cuts and gashes on her body caused by Hathor's cruel torments. Many more were crusted over with scabs.
The pain of her wounds had become never-ending and, as a result, something she could push to the back of her mind. There was another pain, a spiritual one, that was just as painful at this moment as it was when she was forced to admit it by Hathor.
"Oh God, Janet," Sam moaned. The only respite in her agony was the memories of her love back home. She closed her blood-shot eyes and pictured the deep pools of brown that were Janet Fraiser's eyes, pools she always could lose herself in.
But that was before Hathor.
Almost as if sensing her thoughts, the alien device, the Und'fre, sent out a small charge. Sam yelped at the unexpectedness of the shock.
The Und'fre was a long, slender device created by Hathor that had been inserted in Sam's vagina, where it travelled up into her and attached itself. It was controlled by Hathor's mind and whenever the evil Goa'uld queen willed it, the device would send sensations throughout Sam's body. These would often start out as pleasurable before becoming excruciatingly painful, to the point where Sam often would pass out.
In the time since Hathor had placed the device in Sam, the victimized woman had experienced excruciating heat, numbing cold, electric shock, paralysis, uncontrolled spasms, and many other horrible effects. Her body ached in many places from the contortions the device put her through.
But beyond the tortuous pain Sam had been forced to endure was the horrifying knowledge that she wouldn't refuse Hathor, even if she could. The foul creature had some control over Sam's body, far worse than the control she had exhibited over the men of the SGC in their previous encounter. Sam was aware of her uncontrollable lusts and despised herself for her weakness.
And even more horrifying was the threat Hathor had made against Janet, and later against Cassie, when the Goa'uld learned of the girl's place in the lives of the two Earth women.
Sam tried to steel herself for what was to come. Whenever the Und'fre reacted inside of her, it signalled the imminent arrival of it's controller, Hathor.
The door slid open noiselessly as the auburn-haired beauty strode in. "Ah, Our sweet, are you ready to please Us?" Hathor asked sweetly.
Sam kept her mouth shut and Hathor walked up and, grabbing Sam by the chin in a tight grip, she jerked her prisoner roughly to her feet. "You shall learn to respond to Our questions. Do you understand?"
Hathor opened her hand and, before Sam could slump to the floor again, whipped the back of that hand across Sam's face. The force of the backhanded blow flung Sam back against the wall. The impact expelled all the air from her lungs.
Sam lay there desperately trying to suck air back into her lungs as Hathor stood there with a cruel smile on her face.
As she gratefully gulped in air to her starved lungs, Sam felt the device within her begin to stimulate her. Pleasant waves coursed up from her center, slowly building in intensity. Within moments, Sam felt herself grow moist, then wet and a moan escaped from her.
"We see you enjoy Our gift to you, even as you deny Us Our rightful due." Cocking her head, Hathor regarded Sam closely as the pleasure quickly turned to pain. It felt as if ever square millimeter of her body was being pierced by red-hot needles, inside and out.
A scream tore out of Sam as the pain reached nearly unimaginable levels. She curled up on the floor, her teeth clenched tightly together as pain-induced spasms racked her slender, brutalized form.
As quickly as it came, the pain subsided. Sam remained curled into a fetal position, a string of drool hanging from her cheek.
"We had thought to make you Our new consort. We now feel that honor should go to another. As consort and host, you cannot enjoy all the delicious sensations We wish to have you experience. But fear not, if you continue to please Us," the next came in a deeper, more menacing tone, "and obey Us, We might be inclined to allow you to become a host to a lesser Goa'uld at some time in the future. Does this prospect please you?"
Sam shook with anger and loathing as she managed to whisper hoarsely, "Fuck you!"
"We see that your training isn't complete." Hathor said with an evil laugh as she sat on the large bed and pulled her skirt aside. As her fingers grazed her moist flesh, she merely looked into Sam's eyes across the room. Sam felt an almost unnatural compulsion and began to crawl across the floor. Reaching the bed at Hathor's feet, she bent down and began to lick the alien's bejewelled toes before moving up the slim legs.
"We do so enjoy your oral adoration, Our sweet," Hathor whispered as Sam's tongue slipped between the Goa'uld queen's nether lips. "Perhaps We will hold off on any further punishment for the moment..." Hathor's words faded as Sam reached her clitoris.
Hathor climaxed against Sam's face, her juices coating Sam's cheeks and jaw, flooding her mouth. Hathor pulled her up and licked Sam's face clean in a strangely cat-like manner.
"Yes, We do taste delicious on you, Our sweet," she murmured before thrusting her tongue into Sam's mouth.
* * * * * *
Sam awoke to a darkened room. For a brief moment, she tried to convince herself she was in her private quarters in the SGC. The pain suffusing her body belied that hope.
Groaning, Sam got up off the torn, filthy bedding. As she glanced at the bed, a shudder of revulsion swept over her as she tried not to remember the foul things Hathor had done to her.
She staggered across the room to the point farthest away from the bed and slid down the wall to rest on the cold floor. Closing her eyes, she whispered, "Janet...please help me!"
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, streaking the dirt and traces of blood there. As the woman quietly cried, the Und'fre twitched. She almost screamed aloud at the sensation.
Hathor again strode into the room, white garments were draped over her arm. Whether these were the ones she wore before as the remainder of SG-1 scouted the false SGC or were new, she couldn't tell.
As Hathor tossed them at Sam, she realized she didn't care. She was being given the opportunity to cover battered body again. Sam gratefully pulled the pants up and tied them at her waist. A rough, white shirt irritated the wounds on her back and multiple streaks of blood blossomed across the material as Sam donned the upper garment. She finally pulled a light, jacket-like garment over herself.
"Come. It is time to watch the Joining! We have decided to allow you to see your friend become Ours." Hathor turned and walked out of the room. Sam lurched after her.
Staring in wonder at the sights beyond the door, Sam wondered how long she had been imprisoned in that horror-filled room. She staggered down the hall in Hathor's wake, the alien's scent engulfing Sam. She cursed herself as she felt her body becoming aroused by this.
As they proceeded toward the "SGC" they were joined by a squad of Jaffa leading Jack O'Neill and Daniel Jackson. Both men tried to quietly communicate with Sam but she couldn't fathom their meaning.
Reaching the cryochamber/lab, "Dr. Rawley" stood off to the side, moving forward when Jack was forcibly strapped down on the exam table.
Sam watched as Hathor placed the Goa'uld in proximity to Jack's body. She saw the agony of the passage into the back of his neck and then she and Daniel were ushered out of the room.
Hathor walked with the two prisoners and said, "Our sweet, please continue on with Our beloved. We must see to other matters and will join you both shortly."
The next few minutes were a whirling blur to Sam. Colonel Makepeace and SG-3 killed their guards and led them out of the complex. Stymied at the Stargate by other Jaffa lead by "General Trofsky" and a Goa'uld energy shield, they escaped into some tunnels that Sam was able to recognize as being of Tok'ra design.
Sam was amazed to learn it had been no more than two weeks wince SG-1 had first been captured. Time had ceased to have meaning for her after she fell into Hathor's cruel embrace.
Makepeace managed to talk to General Hammond through the MALP back at the Gate and plans were made for reinforcements to come through in six hours. They had to disable the shield before the time was up. Daniel was hobbled by a sprained ankle so Sam volunteered to go back and find the shield generator.
In reality, she also wanted to be back with Hathor. Her rational mind had no reason for wishing this but the animalistic part of her brain wanted only to be with Hathor.
Following the urging of the Und'fre, Sam found herself back in the lab. "Doctor Rawley" stood over a cryo-crypt that had been lifted out of the pit. The crypt opened to release Jack O'Neill.
As she helped Jack out, she explained that the intense cold destroyed the Goa'uld before it could join with Jack.
Sam realized she was Tok'ra as Hathor stepped into the room and fired the ribbon device at the alien doctor, slamming her body back into the wall.
Hathor spun toward Sam and lifted the hand that had the ribbon device and said, "We had hopes for you."
Firing the device and blasting Sam back, she continued, "We will destroy you for this!"
Raising her hand and pointing the ribbon device at Sam, Hathor smiled evilly.
Jack staggered to his feet, grabbed Hathor and shouted, "We would just like for you to go away!" He flung her into the cryo-pit and muttered under his breath, "Fucking cunt!"
Sam and Jack held each other's shaking body, Jack from the cold of the cryo-crypt and Sam from the combined effects of the ribbon blast and Hathor's death.
Finally, they managed to locate the generator behind the false Stargate in the fake Gateroom and set charges to destroy it. They exited the complex to find the remainder of the SG rescue teams prisoners of the Goa'uld and kneeling on the grass before the Stargate.
As Jack tried to bluff his way to free his friends, the generator blew as Teal'c and Hammond came screaming through the Gate in Master Bre'tac's fighter to destroy the Jaffa gun towers.
Sam fought better than she should have been able to but the entire sequence of events was a blur to her. As the humans and their Jaffa allies reunited, Sam felt relief but also disbelief at their salvation. What if it was just another cruel trick by Hathor?
When Daniel saw the blood seeping through the back of Sam's white jacket, he rushed her to the Gate and used the DHD to open the portal.
* * * * * *
SGC Command Center
Janet anxiously paced the length of the control room while waiting for word from the general, any of the SG teams, or even the Tokra.
Finally, Sergeant Harriman yelled excitedly, "Incoming traveller. It's SG-1!" A cheer went up in the Gateroom, before he added, "They have casualties!"
"Medical response team to the Gateroom!" Janet ordered before running downstairs as the event horizon blossomed out into the room. Once it stabilized, she saw Daniel help Sam through.
Fear flashed through her as the outwardly calm doctor saw her love barely able to stand. "Get a stretcher! Stat!"
As Janet raced up to help Daniel, she saw the cuts and bruises on Sam's face. "Oh Sam..." Then seeing the blood on her back, the doctor barely managed to keep from crying out. "Easy. Lay her on her side!"
Racing with the response team down the corridors to the Med Center, Janet continued to bark orders to her people. In the Med Center, she helped lift Sam onto an exam table and peeled the bloody clothes off the now-unconscious woman.
Pulling the curtain closed, Janet called, "Hannah, I need you in here!" She saw the rest of the Med Center rushing to deal with the other casualties coming in. She knew that her people could handle almost anything and would call on her only if it was an emergency.
"Han, help me with the gashes on her back, please," Janet asked calmly. Inside she was reeling, 'What happened to her? It looks like she was flayed alive!'
As they began to stitch the worst gashes and butterfly the smaller, Sam began to moan. "Hannah, give her some anesthetic. Just enough to deaden the worst of the pain. I don't want to chance anything until we know what happened to her."
Drawing some blood, Janet poked her head through the curtain, "Steven, take this to the lab. Have them rush through an analysis. It doesn't have to be thorough right now. Time for that later."
As she turned back to her charge, Sam cried out and rolled onto her side away from Hannah. Curling into a fetal position, Sam started to shiver.
Janet rushed to her and placed her hands on Sam's bare shoulder and arm. She noticed a needle and suture hanging from her back where Hannah had been closing a wound.
Sam screamed, a loud piercing scream! As she tightened her body and convulsed, Hannah exclaimed, "Doctor! Look!"
Following her nurse's finger, Janet saw thick, whitish fluid gush from between Sam's legs. It gave off an awful, rotting stench. Suddenly,in the midst of the milkish fluid, Janet saw a long, thin, grey object.
"Hannah, a bio canister! Fast!" Janet poked the object with a gloved finger, it felt warm and sickeningly soft. Taking the canister from Hannah, she gently lifted the limp object from the stinking fluid and placed it inside.
Sealing the canister, she took several vials, handing two to Hannah, and they collected samples of the viscous mess. "How could so much come out of the major?" Hannah asked.
Janet shook her head and handed the sealed vials to her aide as she turned back to her patient. "Take those to the lab please, Hannah. Ask Phyllis to step in too."
Janet began to minutely examine Sam. She forced her personal feelings to the side and worked with professional precision. If she didn't, she knew she'd end up blubbering in her despair.
* * * * * *
Several hours later, a very tired Janet Fraiser stepped into the main room of the Med Center, peeling off her surgical gloves. Daniel, Teal'c, Makepeace, and Hammond were gathered around the bed where Jack O'Neill was recuperating.
Stepping up, Janet examined the chart carefully. She nodded and said, "Colonel, there is no sign of any Goa'uld presence. The freezing indicated must've worked. No genetic traces. No DNA marker. Nothing." With a small grin, she added, "However, I want you to stay overnight to make sure there are no adverse effects from your last immersion in the cryo-chamber. You too, Daniel."
Hammond looked at her, "Doctor Fraiser, what about Captain Carter?"
Janet took a deep breath and held it for a moment. Exhaling, she replied, "Captain Carter has been severely abused physically by...Hathor, I presume. She has been whipped several times, some of the cuts are quite deep. There are numerous contusions all over her body. She has several bruised ribs and one cracked tooth. All of these should heal cleanly. I've given her a series of antibiotics to fight any infection from her wounds; they were never treated by the way. She is also severely undernourished and dehydrated."
Janet paused. Hammond waited before prompting her, "Doctor? What else?"
"There was a biological device in her...womb. I don't know what it's function was but it was apparently a cybernetic organism. The indications are that it attached itself to and penetrated the wall of her womb. There is scarring there, some quite severe.
"The biological component apparently died and it eventually came out. It was extremely painful for Sam to...to pass it out through her cervix. I don't know yet what, if any, the long-term effects will be to her.
"In addition, there is a foreign substance in her blood. I'm waiting for final lab results before I make any conjectures." Janet stopped, unsure what else to say.
"Thank you, Doctor. You will stay with Captain Carter through the night, I suppose?" Hammond asked.
"With your permission, sir. She will be under 24-hour supervision and I'd like to take the first shift," Janet replied.
Hammond, knowing fully how exhausted Janet was from the stress of the last few days, agreed, his admiration of the young woman increased.
"Let's go people," Hammond herded most of the crowd out of the Center and nodded to Janet. She smiled back and headed for the alcove where Sam rested.
Sitting in a chair next to her bed, Janet stroked Sam's forehead, saying softly, "Sam, I want you to know I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you my love."
She sat quietly and stroked Sam's forehead long into the night.