Sam and Baal and whumping
Title: none
Fandom: SG1
Rating: Um...better go with Adult but it's not that bad
Warnings: Whump and meanness and TORTURE
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm too poor to bother suing.
Spoilers: Well the story was going to be an Alternate Universe for Avenger 2.0 but you don't really see anything of that episode in this scene.
Summary: Sam is Baal's prisoner, whump ensues. FYI Sam has already been knocked about a bit by one of Baal's minions by the time he finally gets his hands on her.
Author's Notes: Snippet from the Summer of Stargate fic that never was. I couldn't complete due to real life commitments and the story didn't cohere anyway but I quite liked this scene so thought I would share.
Sam stared at the door despairingly as it drew slowly closed and came to a stop with a loud thud. In the silence that followed you could have heard a pin drop. Her breath seemed very loud in her own ears and she swallowed nervously at the cold trickle of sweat that ran down her neck. She could feel Baal's eyes on her and when she eventually summoned the courage to turn her head and meet his eyes, her heart seemed to stop beating for a second.
He stood at the foot of the dais with his arms wrapped around his body regarding her with a dark expression. Energy seemed to radiate from him, simmering just beneath the cool exterior he presented. He seemed impossibly tall at that moment and Sam felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. As she stared back at his face his expression seemed to morph from irritation to puzzlement and his head tilted almost imperceptibly to one side, his hands shifting their grip on his gown. He turned suddenly and walked across the room to a table that was wedged into a darkened recess in the wall. Sam licked her lips at the sound of liquid pouring and when Baal turned around again he held a goblet in his hand.
“You must be thirsty,” he stated in neutral tone and Sam tensed as he stepped towards her. Stopping a foot away from her he took a loud sip and a wry smile spread across his face. Sam took shuddering breaths to quell the trembling of her limbs and could not help but flinch as a moment later he held his arm out and poured the contents of the goblet over her head. She dropped her chin defensively and stared at the tips of his boots just visible beneath the hem of his black robe as the cold liquid ran down her forehead and into her eyes. Baal chuckled.
When he slowly lowered himself to squat beside her she met his eyes with a fierce stare, tiny rivulets of water trickling down her nose and dripping from her chin onto the door. Baal smiled in amusement and twiddled the empty cup in his fingers. “Is that better? Hmm,” Baal murmured, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her face and a second later he reached forward and dug his fingers into her short hair. Sam gasped as he pulled her head back, looking up at him with wide blue eyes as he leaned close. She felt his breath on her cheek and cried out as a moment later he rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. She clutched instinctively at his coat to get some leverage, her legs seemingly unable to support her weight. Baal's hand released its grip on her hair and he wrapped his fingers around her her neck instead. Sam squirmed and tried to claw at his face and he laughed darkly, reaching up to wrap a large hand around her wrists, the empty cup clattering to ground and rolling away into the shadows.
“Still so spirited,” he commented with a grim smile. “I am impressed. I shall have to be especially inventive with you, I can tell.” Sam twisted her body with all the strength she could muster but it was futile. Baal released his grip on her wrists and slipped his hand around her throat, squeezing hard as he lifted her off the ground by the neck. She choked under his vice like grip, her eyes bulging and her legs kicking madly. She struck him square in the gut with her knee and his brows furrowed a little but he did not release her, merely held her a little further away from his body and squeezed harder around her throat. “You will submit,” he threatened but then that grim smile returned. “Although not too soon I hope. I shall enjoy bending you to my will.” Her head swam and her vision went blurry and when her eyes rolled back in her head, Baal released his grip and she slumped to the floor gasping for breath.
Baal turned away from her and she stared at the floor beneath her, her vision speckled with black spots and gasping for breath. When she raised her head, he had removed his heavy robe and stood in black pants and shirt, examining something on a table against the wall. He turned to face her and in his hands he held her gun, turning it over slowly before putting his finger in the trigger and pointing it to the ceiling. Sam flinched as he fired off a few rounds, the sound of gunfire echoing around the room. The bullets ricocheted around the room and clattered to the floor somewhere behind her. Baal wrinkled his nose before turning and placing it back down on the table. A moment later he stepped towards her holding her GDO in his hand.
“What is the purpose of this device?” he drawled, holding it out so that it as level with her eyes. Sam licked her lips and stared at it and when she did not answer, Baal slammed it hard against the side of her head. She keeled over with a cry, blood running from a deep gash on her cheek. She rested on her arms, panting hard and blood trickled down her chin to pool on the floor before her. “This device transmits a code that lowers the shield blocking Earth's Stargate,” he told her sagely and she peered up at him through her lashes. “What is it?”
She did not reply and so he pulled her roughly upright, twisting her arm painfully. Sam grit her teeth against the pain. “It doesn't matter. When I didn't report back at the designated time, the code was locked out,” she managed, gasping at the agony in her arm. Baal released her with a sigh of disgust and stalked back towards the table.
He placed the GDO down and picked up instead a long knife before he turned to face her once again. He tapped the blade into his palm as he stepped closer, the metal clanking against the ribbon device he wore. Bile rose up in the back of her throat and Sam thought she might have vomited if there had been anything in her stomach. Baal stopped in front of her and she found herself once again hauled to her feet. He looked her up and down again and his breath tickled her ear. He spun her around and pressed her down hard against the table. Sam gasped in shock and froze as she felt the cold edge of the blade in his hand slip across her cheek.
Baal hummed, a low sound in his throat and slid the blade down down across her throat and over the tattered remnants of her shirt. She trembled in his arms as he tugged on it, pulling it taut and slicing the blade through the black fabric. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as he pulled it away from her body, the arms of the shirt twisting around her elbows before it came away with a loud tearing sound.
Pulling her upright again he let his eyes roam across her body, pressing the flat of the blade across her bra.“This is...interesting,” he commented and before moving the knife down across her quivering stomach. He shoved the edge of the blade under the waist of her pants and with a hard tug, cut through her belt. Summoning all her strength, Sam kicked out at him hard and he staggered back a little. Twisting sideways, she yelped as Baal shoved her to the ground, wincing as her knees smacked against the hard floor. She scrabbled across the floor to get away from him but her pants bunched at her ankles, tangling around her boots. Baal stepped towards her and he reached down to grab her ankle, yanking it upward so that her forehead cracked hard against the floor. With a grunt he hoisted her up and slammed her hard down against the table once more. Her cheek pressed on the cold surface and her vision blurred.
“Your determination is amusing but utterly futile,” he crooned and she trembled uncontrollably as he clutched her foot in his hand and lazily cut through the laces of her boots. Sam closed her eyes and wished he'd shoved her harder so that she could pass out and not have to endure his wandering hands. He seemed intrigued by her underwear spent a while rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger before finally it too was subject to the knife and cast aside to join the rest of her clothes in a heap on the floor.
Sam took a shuddering breath and tried to imagine she was somewhere else but was shocked back to reality when she felt more cold water splashing on her face. When she opened her eyes, he smiled at her, the empty jug hanging loosely in his fingers. He had barely done more than knock her about a little and remove her clothing and already Sam wanted to die, not that death would be much of an escape. She knew full well that he would resurrect her over and over until she told him what it was he wanted to hear, whatever that might be.
“Wha.....what do you want?” she murmured, her eyelids drooping, oblivion threatening to overcome her.
“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low voice but Sam struggled to reply around the ever present lump in her throat.
“I don't know,” she slurred eventually and Baal sighed heavily. She felt a warm palm slide down her back and stroke over her hip and he hummed. It was a strange sound, as strange as the gentle rubbing of his thumb on the back of her neck but then it was gone and he was pulling her back hard against his body and spinning her about, dumping her on the floor once more.
Despite the bone deep ache in her legs, Sam pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled a few steps across the floor away from where Baal stood behind her digging around in the drawers on the table. A moment later she heard the hiss of electricity behind her and she turned to look over her shoulder, sliding backwards on her bare ass away from him. Baal was watching her with the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth, a pain stick hanging loosely from his fingers. Sam gulped and met his eyes. He stepped towards her slowly, raising the pain stick out in front of him and making it pulse. The tip glowed orange, static crackled in her ears and Sam pulled her legs up tight against her body as her back pressed into a corner.
“Tell me what you were doing with the gate?” Baal asked as he moved closer, his eyes seeming to focus on the glowing tip of the pain stick in his hand. Sam gasped for breath, the anticipation of pain making her stomach twist sickeningly and a feeling of nausea overwhelmed her. Baal stepped closer still and towered above her, the planes of his face shadowed as he peered down. When she did not reply he touched the pain stick to her arm and a hard jolt of electricity shuddered through her. Her arm twitched of its own accord and she felt herself shoved hard against the wall behind, a yelp of pain escaping her. A second later and Baal prodded her with it again, on the hip and she coiled up like a bug as pain surged through her like the snapping of a rubber band. She trembled uncontrollably as he spoke.
“This device has four settings. This is the lowest.” He shocked her again on the shoulder and the force made her head snap back and her skull cracked into the wall. By now she was mewling pathetically, her body felt like it was on fire. “We need not get to the highest setting, tauri, if you will tell me what I wish to know.” She managed to look up through her lashes to see him adjusting a button on the side of the pain stick and closed her eyes tight as he lowered it again and held it against her skin.
The glowing tip burned with latent energy as he held it against her and Baal tilted his head to one sighed, quirking his brow at her questioningly. Sam thought of Jack, of Daniel and Teal'c and the others and clenching her jaw, remained silent. Baal shook his head and heaved a sigh before activating the pain stick once more. This time, Sam screamed. Her body convulsed violently and her back arched before she fell face first onto the floor. Through her lashes she could see Baal's feet level with her eyes and was aware of the smell of burning hair.
Above her, Baal heaved a sigh of displeasure and dropped the pain stick to the floor. It clattered to the ground and the sound made her ears twinge. He turned and walked across the room towards the table opposite and Sam licked her lips, raising her head and tentatively reaching her hand out towards the pain stick where it lay beside her. She heaved a huge breath and despite the agony that coursed through her limbs, pushed up on shaking arms. Sam swayed a little as she feebly hefted the pain stick. It seemed impossibly heavy and the tip smacked down hard against the floor, the sound echoing around the room. Baal turned to see her pathetic attempt to wield the pain stick and tilted his head to one side. His mouth turned up at the corners as he regarded her with amusement, stepping slowly towards her. Sam summoned all her strength as he approached and attempted to shock him with it but he batted it away and it fell from her hands. She slumped forward against his knee and prepared herself for the inevitable blow but it did not come. She found herself instead hoisted up and swung like a rag doll over his shoulder. The blood rushed to her head and before she passed out, she thought his shoulder was somehow more bony than she expected.
Fandom: SG1
Rating: Um...better go with Adult but it's not that bad
Warnings: Whump and meanness and TORTURE
Disclaimer: They're not mine. I'm too poor to bother suing.
Spoilers: Well the story was going to be an Alternate Universe for Avenger 2.0 but you don't really see anything of that episode in this scene.
Summary: Sam is Baal's prisoner, whump ensues. FYI Sam has already been knocked about a bit by one of Baal's minions by the time he finally gets his hands on her.
Author's Notes: Snippet from the Summer of Stargate fic that never was. I couldn't complete due to real life commitments and the story didn't cohere anyway but I quite liked this scene so thought I would share.
Sam stared at the door despairingly as it drew slowly closed and came to a stop with a loud thud. In the silence that followed you could have heard a pin drop. Her breath seemed very loud in her own ears and she swallowed nervously at the cold trickle of sweat that ran down her neck. She could feel Baal's eyes on her and when she eventually summoned the courage to turn her head and meet his eyes, her heart seemed to stop beating for a second.
He stood at the foot of the dais with his arms wrapped around his body regarding her with a dark expression. Energy seemed to radiate from him, simmering just beneath the cool exterior he presented. He seemed impossibly tall at that moment and Sam felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. As she stared back at his face his expression seemed to morph from irritation to puzzlement and his head tilted almost imperceptibly to one side, his hands shifting their grip on his gown. He turned suddenly and walked across the room to a table that was wedged into a darkened recess in the wall. Sam licked her lips at the sound of liquid pouring and when Baal turned around again he held a goblet in his hand.
“You must be thirsty,” he stated in neutral tone and Sam tensed as he stepped towards her. Stopping a foot away from her he took a loud sip and a wry smile spread across his face. Sam took shuddering breaths to quell the trembling of her limbs and could not help but flinch as a moment later he held his arm out and poured the contents of the goblet over her head. She dropped her chin defensively and stared at the tips of his boots just visible beneath the hem of his black robe as the cold liquid ran down her forehead and into her eyes. Baal chuckled.
When he slowly lowered himself to squat beside her she met his eyes with a fierce stare, tiny rivulets of water trickling down her nose and dripping from her chin onto the door. Baal smiled in amusement and twiddled the empty cup in his fingers. “Is that better? Hmm,” Baal murmured, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her face and a second later he reached forward and dug his fingers into her short hair. Sam gasped as he pulled her head back, looking up at him with wide blue eyes as he leaned close. She felt his breath on her cheek and cried out as a moment later he rose to his feet, pulling her up with him. She clutched instinctively at his coat to get some leverage, her legs seemingly unable to support her weight. Baal's hand released its grip on her hair and he wrapped his fingers around her her neck instead. Sam squirmed and tried to claw at his face and he laughed darkly, reaching up to wrap a large hand around her wrists, the empty cup clattering to ground and rolling away into the shadows.
“Still so spirited,” he commented with a grim smile. “I am impressed. I shall have to be especially inventive with you, I can tell.” Sam twisted her body with all the strength she could muster but it was futile. Baal released his grip on her wrists and slipped his hand around her throat, squeezing hard as he lifted her off the ground by the neck. She choked under his vice like grip, her eyes bulging and her legs kicking madly. She struck him square in the gut with her knee and his brows furrowed a little but he did not release her, merely held her a little further away from his body and squeezed harder around her throat. “You will submit,” he threatened but then that grim smile returned. “Although not too soon I hope. I shall enjoy bending you to my will.” Her head swam and her vision went blurry and when her eyes rolled back in her head, Baal released his grip and she slumped to the floor gasping for breath.
Baal turned away from her and she stared at the floor beneath her, her vision speckled with black spots and gasping for breath. When she raised her head, he had removed his heavy robe and stood in black pants and shirt, examining something on a table against the wall. He turned to face her and in his hands he held her gun, turning it over slowly before putting his finger in the trigger and pointing it to the ceiling. Sam flinched as he fired off a few rounds, the sound of gunfire echoing around the room. The bullets ricocheted around the room and clattered to the floor somewhere behind her. Baal wrinkled his nose before turning and placing it back down on the table. A moment later he stepped towards her holding her GDO in his hand.
“What is the purpose of this device?” he drawled, holding it out so that it as level with her eyes. Sam licked her lips and stared at it and when she did not answer, Baal slammed it hard against the side of her head. She keeled over with a cry, blood running from a deep gash on her cheek. She rested on her arms, panting hard and blood trickled down her chin to pool on the floor before her. “This device transmits a code that lowers the shield blocking Earth's Stargate,” he told her sagely and she peered up at him through her lashes. “What is it?”
She did not reply and so he pulled her roughly upright, twisting her arm painfully. Sam grit her teeth against the pain. “It doesn't matter. When I didn't report back at the designated time, the code was locked out,” she managed, gasping at the agony in her arm. Baal released her with a sigh of disgust and stalked back towards the table.
He placed the GDO down and picked up instead a long knife before he turned to face her once again. He tapped the blade into his palm as he stepped closer, the metal clanking against the ribbon device he wore. Bile rose up in the back of her throat and Sam thought she might have vomited if there had been anything in her stomach. Baal stopped in front of her and she found herself once again hauled to her feet. He looked her up and down again and his breath tickled her ear. He spun her around and pressed her down hard against the table. Sam gasped in shock and froze as she felt the cold edge of the blade in his hand slip across her cheek.
Baal hummed, a low sound in his throat and slid the blade down down across her throat and over the tattered remnants of her shirt. She trembled in his arms as he tugged on it, pulling it taut and slicing the blade through the black fabric. She closed her eyes and swallowed hard as he pulled it away from her body, the arms of the shirt twisting around her elbows before it came away with a loud tearing sound.
Pulling her upright again he let his eyes roam across her body, pressing the flat of the blade across her bra.“This is...interesting,” he commented and before moving the knife down across her quivering stomach. He shoved the edge of the blade under the waist of her pants and with a hard tug, cut through her belt. Summoning all her strength, Sam kicked out at him hard and he staggered back a little. Twisting sideways, she yelped as Baal shoved her to the ground, wincing as her knees smacked against the hard floor. She scrabbled across the floor to get away from him but her pants bunched at her ankles, tangling around her boots. Baal stepped towards her and he reached down to grab her ankle, yanking it upward so that her forehead cracked hard against the floor. With a grunt he hoisted her up and slammed her hard down against the table once more. Her cheek pressed on the cold surface and her vision blurred.
“Your determination is amusing but utterly futile,” he crooned and she trembled uncontrollably as he clutched her foot in his hand and lazily cut through the laces of her boots. Sam closed her eyes and wished he'd shoved her harder so that she could pass out and not have to endure his wandering hands. He seemed intrigued by her underwear spent a while rubbing the material between his thumb and forefinger before finally it too was subject to the knife and cast aside to join the rest of her clothes in a heap on the floor.
Sam took a shuddering breath and tried to imagine she was somewhere else but was shocked back to reality when she felt more cold water splashing on her face. When she opened her eyes, he smiled at her, the empty jug hanging loosely in his fingers. He had barely done more than knock her about a little and remove her clothing and already Sam wanted to die, not that death would be much of an escape. She knew full well that he would resurrect her over and over until she told him what it was he wanted to hear, whatever that might be.
“Wha.....what do you want?” she murmured, her eyelids drooping, oblivion threatening to overcome her.
“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low voice but Sam struggled to reply around the ever present lump in her throat.
“I don't know,” she slurred eventually and Baal sighed heavily. She felt a warm palm slide down her back and stroke over her hip and he hummed. It was a strange sound, as strange as the gentle rubbing of his thumb on the back of her neck but then it was gone and he was pulling her back hard against his body and spinning her about, dumping her on the floor once more.
Despite the bone deep ache in her legs, Sam pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and crawled a few steps across the floor away from where Baal stood behind her digging around in the drawers on the table. A moment later she heard the hiss of electricity behind her and she turned to look over her shoulder, sliding backwards on her bare ass away from him. Baal was watching her with the slightest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth, a pain stick hanging loosely from his fingers. Sam gulped and met his eyes. He stepped towards her slowly, raising the pain stick out in front of him and making it pulse. The tip glowed orange, static crackled in her ears and Sam pulled her legs up tight against her body as her back pressed into a corner.
“Tell me what you were doing with the gate?” Baal asked as he moved closer, his eyes seeming to focus on the glowing tip of the pain stick in his hand. Sam gasped for breath, the anticipation of pain making her stomach twist sickeningly and a feeling of nausea overwhelmed her. Baal stepped closer still and towered above her, the planes of his face shadowed as he peered down. When she did not reply he touched the pain stick to her arm and a hard jolt of electricity shuddered through her. Her arm twitched of its own accord and she felt herself shoved hard against the wall behind, a yelp of pain escaping her. A second later and Baal prodded her with it again, on the hip and she coiled up like a bug as pain surged through her like the snapping of a rubber band. She trembled uncontrollably as he spoke.
“This device has four settings. This is the lowest.” He shocked her again on the shoulder and the force made her head snap back and her skull cracked into the wall. By now she was mewling pathetically, her body felt like it was on fire. “We need not get to the highest setting, tauri, if you will tell me what I wish to know.” She managed to look up through her lashes to see him adjusting a button on the side of the pain stick and closed her eyes tight as he lowered it again and held it against her skin.
The glowing tip burned with latent energy as he held it against her and Baal tilted his head to one sighed, quirking his brow at her questioningly. Sam thought of Jack, of Daniel and Teal'c and the others and clenching her jaw, remained silent. Baal shook his head and heaved a sigh before activating the pain stick once more. This time, Sam screamed. Her body convulsed violently and her back arched before she fell face first onto the floor. Through her lashes she could see Baal's feet level with her eyes and was aware of the smell of burning hair.
Above her, Baal heaved a sigh of displeasure and dropped the pain stick to the floor. It clattered to the ground and the sound made her ears twinge. He turned and walked across the room towards the table opposite and Sam licked her lips, raising her head and tentatively reaching her hand out towards the pain stick where it lay beside her. She heaved a huge breath and despite the agony that coursed through her limbs, pushed up on shaking arms. Sam swayed a little as she feebly hefted the pain stick. It seemed impossibly heavy and the tip smacked down hard against the floor, the sound echoing around the room. Baal turned to see her pathetic attempt to wield the pain stick and tilted his head to one side. His mouth turned up at the corners as he regarded her with amusement, stepping slowly towards her. Sam summoned all her strength as he approached and attempted to shock him with it but he batted it away and it fell from her hands. She slumped forward against his knee and prepared herself for the inevitable blow but it did not come. She found herself instead hoisted up and swung like a rag doll over his shoulder. The blood rushed to her head and before she passed out, she thought his shoulder was somehow more bony than she expected.