Indulgence fic: A Eunuch Problem, J/S, Adult
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Title: A Eunuch Problem (yes, it's a real groaner of a pun. Sorry!)
Author: Courser
Pairing(s): Sam/Jack
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Slavefic, mild whumping of various characters
Length: just under 7,800 words
Spoilers: Set in Season 8. Jack's in charge of the SGC. Lorne has returned from the Unas planet and isn't yet in the Pegasus Galaxy (definitely *not* canon, but not contrary to it, either).
Summary: Sam gets captured by slave traders on a routine mission. Jack must get her back.
A/N-Disclaimer: Huge thanks to katcorvi for beta duty and prodding at me so that I could finish this in time. Many thanks to stargazercmc for the perfect fic banner and annerbhp for organizing this whole thing and creating the theme-of-the-day banner!
MGM and The Guys at Bridge own everything and I own nothing. No infringement is intended and no profit is being made. All characters and concepts belong to MGM and TGAB.
The alert went off, lights flashing red as the siren sounded and General O’Neill was in the control room before Harriman could finish calling, “Incoming wormhole!”
“What is it, Walter?” He asked, resting a hand on the back of the Sergeant’s chair.
“SG-1, coming in hot!” Daniel’s voice was strained and breathy over the speakers before Walter could reply.
He glanced sideways at the General, hand poised over the pad that opens the iris.
“Iris. Now!”
Walter’s palm hit the pad the moment he heard the ‘I’ of iris and the shield spiraled open. Jack was already in the ‘gate room, bad knees be damned, when two figures stumbled out of the wormhole, arm in arm.
“Thanks!” Daniel said, panting as Teal’c supported part of his weight.
“Where’s Carter?” Jack asked, his eyes scanning his two teammates (he refused to think of them as former teammates - he was still part of SG-1, dammit) for injury.
Teal’c was a bit battered but not really much worse for the wear. Daniel, on the other hand, had something sticking out both sides of the calf of one leg and he wasn’t putting any weight on it.
“Colonel Carter was abducted by a slave trader. When Daniel Jackson and I tried to barter for her release, they attempted to take us prisoner as well. We had no choice but to retreat.” Teal’c’s dark eyes glittered with regret at losing a team member.
“Jack, we have to go back!” Daniel gritted out between clenched teeth.
As much as he wanted to grab a team of Marines and go get Carter now, the more rational part of him knew that he needed intel. Jack had had enough blood and death for several lifetimes and despite how his gut clenched at the thought of his second-in-command in the hands of slave traders, he needed to think carefully about how to proceed.
“Daniel, you’re bleeding all over the ‘gate room. The only place you’re going is the infirmary,” Jack said as blandly as possible. “Sergeant-“
A med team trooped through the door, double-time, forcing Jack to step back so they could get to Daniel.
“Never mind,” he muttered as the medics helped Daniel onto a stretcher.
“Wait! No, wait, I need to tell you-“ Daniel sputtered as they started rolling him out of the ‘gate room.
“Teal’c’ll fill me in, while Carmichael gets that…thing out of your leg,” Jack said, making shooing motions with his hands as he turned back to Teal’c. “You okay to debrief now? We can stop by the infirmary first if you-“
“My injuries are minor and do not require treatment,” Teal’c said, inclining his head slightly.
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Sam refused to sit in her small, barred cell. She supposed she’d have to at some point; she couldn’t stand forever, but she refused to give in just yet. Besides, the floor was filthy. The air smelled of rancid sweat and fear. Flies and dust motes danced in the weak sunlight filtering in through the high, narrow windows.
Apparently, she was considered dangerous; the cells to either side of her left empty while some of the others held two captives. Fine by her. She’d make a lousy slave. Letting her eyes track down the row of cells across from her, she tried to assess potential allies. If she could identify enough of them, they stood a chance of escape. It wasn’t as if their jailers were a bunch of fit, tough men.
The men who’d captured her and later ambushed Daniel and Teal’c had been tough and clever, unlike the soft, pudgy guards here. Their voices were eerily high-pitched for men their size and while they were mentally quick enough, it was as if their bodies lagged behind. It had taken her a few moments of careful observation before she’d figured it out. They were eunuchs, men emasculated before puberty. Who better to look after a bunch of predominantly female captives? Sam knew it wasn’t foolproof, but probably close enough in this situation.
Trying to connect with any of the others proved fruitless other than to discover a few young men among their numbers. It was hard to judge age under the grime, but one or two looked barely out of puberty. Sam didn’t want think about why they were housed among the women. She tried to make eye contact with someone, but though her appearance generated some interest among her fellow inmates, their gazes slid away before she could meet them.
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Teal’c settled himself in one of the comfortable leather chairs of the briefing room while Jack’s paced near the head of the table.
“What happened out there, T? This was supposed to be an easy in-and-out,” Jack said, waving his hands toward the Stargate.
“All seemed peaceful when we arrived on P4X-723. It was not until we arrived at the village that Daniel Jackson noticed that the inhabitants seemed… subdued. Fearful,” Teal’c began.
“What about Carter?”
“She concurred. Colonel Carter went to speak with some of the women as they prepared the midday meal. Daniel Jackson and I endeavored to speak with the leaders of the community to learn what had transpired since our last visit. We were unable to locate them. When we returned to Major Carter’s location, we were told that she had been taken by slave traders that had been preying upon them,” Teal’c explained.
“You think they gave Carter up to save their own skins?” Jack asked.
Teal’c seemed to consider the possibility. “It is possible. However, Colonel Carter’s appearance and manner of dress are sufficiently different from that of the villagers that she may have aroused their interest regardless of any treachery.”
“I don’t think they gave her up,” Daniel said from the doorway. He was propped up on crutches and one of the lower legs of his BDUs had been cut away and replaced with bandaging. The toes of his bare foot rested on the carpet.
“Carmichael spring you already?” Jack asked.
“Uh, more or less?” Daniel answered and made his way to one of the chairs without waiting for an invitation. His eyes met Jack’s in friendly challenge.
Jack let it go. If Carmichael wanted to chew his ass later, he was welcome to it once Carter was back, safe and sound.
“Care to elaborate on your insights, Daniel?” Jack finally sat down almost as if he’d been waiting for Daniel to show up.
“I’m pretty sure the slavers aren’t from P4X-723. Teal’c and I think they’ve got a ship hidden away somewhere and travel from planet to planet, picking up women and uh, older boys,” Daniel explained.
“Daniel Jackson and I attempted to barter for Colonel Carter’s release. We met with a man named Yanos. I believe he is Lo’nok’tokeem.”
Jack raised his eyebrows at Daniel.
“Servant without horns or hornless servant,” Daniel translated.
“Which means what?” Jack was in no mood for this crap.
“He’s probably a eunuch. Traditionally they’ve been used to oversee harems. The assumption has always been-“ Daniel began, but Jack interrupted him before he could go down that particular path.
“Save the lecture, Daniel! All I care about is how we can get in there and rescue Carter. How many slavers there are, where they’re located and any weak points in their defense we can exploit! And if you were only trying to barter with them, how the hell did Daniel end up skewered?” Jack was at the end of his rope.
The fact that the captives were overseen by eunuchs gave Jack a nasty, creeping feeling in his gut. These women and boys were being kidnapped for one, very ugly reason. And if they were employing ships and specialized personnel, it was probably a fairly large, well-established organization. The only good thing about large, well-established organizations was that they tended to get overconfident and lazy.
Teal’c and Daniel exchanged glances.
“It’s possible they thought we were rival mercenaries. Perhaps they thought to press us into service in some… other way,” Teal’c said, looking unhappy.
“Teal’c and I - we can’t go back. I mean besides my leg. They’ve seen our faces. And if you try to go in and take her by force, you’re going to need a whole lot more firepower than the three of us anyway,” Daniel explained. “They have a whole lot of men who aren’t, er, hornless servants. Doesn’t take a lot of testosterone to fire a gun anyway.”
“So T and I take a couple of SG teams with us,” Jack replied.
“Jack, I understand. I want Sam back as much as you do, but I don’t think that’s the best way to go about it. Once the shooting starts, there’s going to be mass panic. Innocent people could be hurt, or worse. From what we could see, they’re well armed. The ambush on Teal’c and me was quick and tight. Not to mention, we don’t even know for sure where they’re holding Sam and the others.”
Jack was pretty sure that Daniel didn’t entirely understand his feelings about Carter, but it didn’t matter at this point.
“What are you suggesting, Daniel? That I just find this Yanos guy and ask him to give Carter back?” Jack was in full sarcasm mode.
Daniel shrugged. “Basically, yeah.”
“Daniel, I swear to God-“
“Wait! Just listen,” he waited until Jack dropped his hands. “I think where Teal’c and I went wrong was showing up looking exactly like Sam’s teammates. We didn’t look like a couple of guys looking to buy slaves. We looked like a couple of mercenaries looking to fuck with their operation, so they tried to take us out.
“I think you should go by yourself or maybe take one other officer - someone not associated with SG-1 or obviously imposing. No uniforms - dress like the locals. I’ve still got some robes and a couple of traditional knives that can be worn openly without attracting attention. Buy her at the open auction tomorrow.” Daniel had clearly thought this out. Probably while the doc was working on his leg.
“Auction? What auction? Nobody said anything about an auction” Jack got up and started pacing.
“I’m guessing you didn’t tell him about the auction,” Daniel said to Teal’c.
“The opportunity did not present itself,” Teal’c said in his own defense.
“Will one of you please explain this auction to me?” Jack looked tempted to smack them both on the back of the head.
“I think it’s one of the reasons Yanos didn’t want to do business with us. The auction isn’t until tomorrow. He’s probably hoping that Sam’s, er, singular appearance will bring a good price on the open market,” Daniel explained.
Jack looked murderous but gave a skeptical snort. “Yeah, if you’re looking to buy a she-devil.”
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Sam wasn’t, in fact, giving anyone hell no matter how much she wanted to. None of the other women wanted to have anything to do with her and the cells on either side of her remained empty. She tried to pick the lock on the door, but only succeeded in breaking the blade of her pocketknife. The bolt was simply too heavy to budge with what little she had available.
A few hours passed before their captors made another showing, this time dragging a young woman through a door at the end of the row of cells. Sam was close enough to hear the sounds of a struggle. There was a short, sharp cry of feminine anguish and then all was quiet. She felt queasy with the thought that while these men may be eunuchs, sexual sadism could take many forms.
Fortunately, the door opened again before Sam could formulate too many horrific possibilities. The young woman was roughly shoved out first, stripped to the waist to reveal her breasts, her skirt cut and tied to show her legs. She wore a thin metal band around her neck. A large, heavy man followed her out, a small box held in his thick, sweaty fingers.
“Listen up, you lousy lot of whores! This box,” he displayed the box, “has only two settings, pain and pleasure! This is pain,” he pressed a button and the woman dropped to her knees, crying out in agony, familiar gold light streaming from her mouth and eyes. Somehow they’d incorporated elements of the Goa’uld pain stick into the collar.
“And this is pleasure,” he continued and pressed the other button on the box. The young woman’s cries of pain transformed into sounds of pleasure and her body moved sinuously, obscene in this context. The guard licked his thick rubbery lips as he watched her writhe on the filthy floor but he finally released the button.
Sam looked away, blinking rapidly. Both options were disturbing and she empathized with the girl’s shame at being seen like that, her body arching wantonly against her will. Sam thought she’d rather have the pain.
Moving into the shadows, she searched the pockets of her BDUs. Their initial search had been cursory, caring only about obvious weapons and ignoring the multitude of small useful things she carried. Using the broken blade of her pocketknife, Sam cut a small slit in the side of the thin mattress. Everything went inside except for a packet of ibuprofen, a broken piece of pencil and a couple of pieces of folded up notepaper. Giving them something to find might keep them from searching further.
Sam settled back against the rear wall of her cell. Her turn in the small room would come sooner or later and she needed to conserve her energy.
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“Geez, Daniel, ever heard of the washing machine?” Jack sniffed at the robes Daniel was settling on his shoulders. “A technological wonder.”
Next to Jack, Major Lorne stifled a chuckle and focused on adjusting his own robes. They didn’t smell that bad - a little musty maybe.
“They wouldn’t stand up well in a washer, Jack,” Daniel replied.
“No kidding.” Jack picked at a frayed sleeve.
“Besides, if you go in there smelling like Tide, you’ll give yourself away. Better to smell a little… earthy,” Daniel added, giving a final tug before stepping back to take a look at the two men.
“Earthy’s one way to describe it,” Jack mumbled.
Daniel ignored the jibe and swung his crutch at a cloth sack sitting on the counter next to Lorne. “I put together some robes for Sam. There’s an extra radio in there too, in case you get separated.”
Picking up two bulging leather pouches, Daniel handed one to each of them. “Currency. In naquada. There should be enough there to buy Sam several times over. Watch out for pickpockets. Second oldest profession,” he smiled.
Lorne picked up the sack and slung it over his shoulder and they both attached the pouches to their belts. Jack went over to look at the other items on the counter.
“Knives? I don’t suppose there’s a P-90 stashed in that sack?” Jack fingered one of the long, curved blades.
“Sorry, no, but I’m sure you’ve got a little something hidden away. Lorne?” Daniel asked.
Lorne gave his best ‘who, me?’ expression, but gave it up under the scrutiny of Dr. Jackson and the Colonel. “Uh, I’ve got a 9 mil strapped to my ankle.”
Jack slapped him on the shoulder, “I knew I picked you for a reason, Lorne. Glad you didn’t disappoint.”
“Yes sir, wouldn’t want to do that, would I?” Lorne smiled at the praise from a senior officer.
Giving a short nod, Jack tucked one of Daniel’s knives in the leather belt at his waist. Lorne picked up the other and examined it.
“These look almost… ornamental,” he said, sliding the blade into his belt.
“They’re quite functional, actually,” Daniel replied. “I brought those back with me from Abydos.”
Everyone at the SGC was aware of Abydos’ significance in Dr. Jackson’s history. It was practically required reading. “I’ll return it to you, I promise.”
“Just bring Sam back, Major.” Dr. Jackson gave him a tight-lipped smile but his eyes were hard on Lorne’s. “Things can be replaced. People can’t.”
Lorne felt a heavy weight settle on his shoulders and a leaden feeling in the pit of his stomach. “Yes, sir,” he said quietly, meeting the challenge in the other man’s eyes.
Jack watched the brief exchange and was once again surprised at how Daniel managed to inspire respect and loyalty from men who barely knew him. Then again, Jack remembered how Lorne hadn’t wilted in the face of Daniel’s annoyance with him back at that Unas mining planet last year. He’d stood toe to toe with Daniel and calmly explained himself without apology. Lorne may not be the biggest guy around, but he had the confidence and attitude to hold his own.
“Okay, let’s get this show on the road,” Jack said, robes billowing a bit as he swept out of Daniel’s office, the Major on his heels.
Daniel followed at a more sedate pace. Lorne glanced back at him with a raised brow, but Daniel just waved him on.
By the time he made it to the ‘gate room, Teal’c had joined Jack and Lorne and the Stargate was spinning. Teal’c was sporting some new sutures over his temple.
“Keep an eye on things while I’m gone, will ‘ya?” Jack said. “You know how I hate coming home to a mess.”
“Daniel Jackson and I will keep all our eyes on it, O’Neill,” Teal’c replied.
Lorne thought he detected a tiny smile on the huge man’s face. Either that or indigestion. Teal’c was a hard guy to read and Lorne didn’t have much more than a passing acquaintance with him. Teal’c probably didn’t remember him except as the guy who’d puked at the sight of the corpse back on P3X-403. Not his shining moment.
“Good luck,” Daniel said, the last word cut off by the sound of the wormhole whooshing into existence.
Jack and Lorne wasted no time in walking up the ramp and into an alien world.
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They came for her. She should probably have been flattered that they sent intact guards for her. Men as big and solid as Teal’c.
“Oh boy,” she muttered as one dragged her up from her pallet by her arm.
She could fight. She could kick, punch and bite, but it wasn’t going to do anything but piss them off. Sam might be able to take one of them, but two? Not likely. She’d only be overpowered and probably injured in the process. No, she was better off biding her time. Perhaps by being compliant now, they’d let their guard down later.
The room beyond the door wasn’t as frightening as she’d anticipated. Shackles set into one wall and a table with collars and boxes on it. A few other odds and ends lay here and there, but nothing any worse than she’d seen before. The guards put her into the restraints and left her alone with Rubber Lips and his companion, a short round man missing the tips of several fingers on his left hand. Sam decided to think of him as Stumpy.
Stumpy waved a long, thin blade in her face. “Fight me, bitch and I’ll cut you. Won’t even be sorry about it.”
Sam reckoned that if she hadn’t been shackled to the wall, he’d be a few more digits short before she was done. Deciding to keep that thought to herself, she fixed her eyes on the far wall and clamped her lips tightly together.
Standing in front of her, Stumpy slit her shirt from wrists to neck, the knife snagging slightly at the seams. Sam thought about kicking him in the nuts, but doubted that he had any. She could aim for his dick, but it was pretty pointless with Rubber Lips standing right there. Reaching around to her back, Rubber Lips pulled her shirts off and tossed them onto a pile of ruined clothing in the corner. Stumpy made short work of her bra with a few flicks of the blade. Sam felt her nipples tighten in the cool air.
Focusing her will as sharply as she focused her eyes on the ugly wood opposite her, Sam set her jaw and fought down her personal humiliation. It was nothing in the face of staying alive and unhurt, able to fight when the time came. She didn’t know what form it would take, but she had no doubt that help would arrive.
While Stumpy knelt down to work on her pant legs, Rubber Lips ran a hand along her ribs. “Oh ho! She’s a nice one, isn’t she? Lookit the tits on her,” he said in his almost feminine voice, closing his greasy fingers on Sam’s nipple.
Sam twisted her torso away from him. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She felt Stumpy’s knife graze her thigh and almost welcomed the burn.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave her alone! Look what you made me do!” Stumpy complained from somewhere below her. “Yanos’ll have our dicks for breakfast if she’s marked and doesn’t bring a good price.”
Rubber Lips moved away. A few moments later, his work finished, Stumpy stood and admired his work. He’d cut the legs off her BDUs, turning them into brief shorts. Sam felt blood trickling down her leg, but didn’t bother to look. Rubber Lips fastened the thin metal band around her neck and stepped back to join Stumpy.
Rubber Lips pressed a button and Sam wasn’t sure whether to expect pleasure or pain. When it first hit her, it was hard to tell, the sensations were so intense. She clenched her teeth against any outcry and the sensations resolved into pleasure, arching her back and weakening her legs. Groans of pleasure tried to crawl up her throat.
Sam felt Rubber Lips put one hand in her hair and the other on her jaw, prying her mouth open. She smelled his vile breath on her face before he plunged his fat tongue into her mouth. Almost reflexively, pleasure or no, she bit down. Hard. Abruptly, the sensations stopped as he dropped the controller and pulled away. Then, he punched her in the face. Sam felt her lip split against a tooth and tasted blood. She slumped into the shackles, trying to find her legs.
Straightening, she spat blood onto the floor at his feet and fixed her eyes on the far wall again.
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Lorne followed General O’Neill through the crowded settlement, keeping his eyes open. To the casual observer, the man was just ambling along, but in reality, Lorne had to work to keep up. When the crush had eased enough, Lorne took half a running step so they could walk side by side.
“Were there this many people last time?” Lorne asked.
“Nope. Guess the auction’s a big draw,” Jack answered, his eyes scanning the merchant stalls set up in the village square. “We need intel and I’m thirsty. Come on and watch our six.”
Lorne kept one eye on O’Neill’s back and one eye behind them, watching for tails. O’Neill led them to the local equivalent of a bar, squeezed in between a merchant selling pots and another hawking what looked like bondage gear. Huh.
“Grab us a table in the back while I talk to the barkeep,” Jack said, moving off towards the bar.
Lorne spotted the perfect table, already occupied by a couple of mousy, dirty men. “Scram,” he said in the voice he reserved for arrogant lieutenants. They looked up at him, more curious than angry. “Blow. Get lost,” he reiterated, this time with one hand on his dagger and making a sweeping motion with the other. They almost fell over one another vacating the premises.
Hanging his sack on the back of the chair, he sat and kept an eye on O’Neill. He appeared to be having a friendly conversation with the bartender and passed him a coin. With a nod, he picked up two cups and made his way to the table.
“Learn anything useful, sir?” Lorne asked as O’Neill set a cup in front of him.
“Auction’s tomorrow, but this Yanos character’s been known to let a few go in private sales if a buyer can make it worth his while.” Jack sniffed at the liquor and took a sip. His lips thinned at the taste. “I figure we make it worth his while.”
Lorne nodded his agreement and took a drink. Like liquid fire, it spread through his mouth and he swallowed quickly against the burn. He could feel every millimeter of its progress to his stomach and his eyes watered. The corners of O’Neill’s mouth turned up.
“Only one problem that I can see,” Lorne rasped when he could finally breathe again. “It’s not like we can just ask for her by name.”
“No, but we can narrow the field a bit. We’re looking for a tall, slender, blonde with short hair. How many can there be?” Jack tossed back more of the liquor.
“So we just let them show us slaves until Col. Carter shows up?” Lorne asked.
“You got a better idea, I’m listening,” Jack said.
Lorne didn’t have a better idea. O’Neill was looking at him speculatively. “How good are you with the techie stuff?”
He shrugged. “I do okay, I guess. What did you have in mind?”
“Think you can disable their ship? It’s probably hijacked Goa’uld, but it could be something we’ve never seen before,” O’Neill said.
Lorne smiled. “I’m not so good at fixing ‘em, but I sure as hell can break ‘em, sir. Can I ask why?”
“It’s probably pissing in the wind, but I’m not a big proponent of slavery. Daniel either, and he’ll make my life hell if we don’t at least try to break up this little enterprise. I figure we can send in a few teams of marines once we get Carter back to base. It’d be nice if Yanos and his buddies didn’t fly off in the meantime,” Jack explained.
Lorne felt excitement start to build in his belly. He risked another sip of the firewater.
“I’ll do my best, sir. What’s our next move?”
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Jack had to make a couple more trips to the bar to earn an introduction to Yanos. They figured that the bartender was skimming his cut through Jack’s generous tips. Getting them drunk and stupid was an added bonus. No one was watching them very closely, however, so they were able to ditch most of the alcohol after a couple of sips.
It was nearing sunset when a man finally showed up to take them to Yanos. They were led through the settlement to the far edge, where the poor and disenfranchised tried to eke out an existence. Their scout knocked on the door of a large, low building and once inside, they were shown to Yanos’ chambers.
Lorne parked himself by the door, one hand on his knife. He was tempted to relocate his gun to a more convenient spot, but two heavy, squat men were keeping a close eye on them. Jack moved to the center of the room, trusting that Lorne had his back.
After a short wait, a man entered through a curtained doorway. He was perhaps Lorne’s height, which while not tall, made him taller than his compatriots. While not precisely fat, there was a softness to his body and round face that was a bit unusual.
“I am Yanos. How may I serve you this fine evening?” Yanos’ voice was oddly high-pitched, almost feminine, yet… not. Jack now understood Teal’c and Daniel’s theory about the guy being… hornless.
“Nice to meet you, Yanos. I’m, uh, Jack.” He didn’t extend his hand. If he touched the freak across from him, he wouldn’t be able to fight the reflex to scrub his hand against his robes. “I find myself in the market for a new woman.” Jack ground his teeth and cleared his throat. He heard Lorne cough behind him.
“I’m sorry, but the auction takes place tomorrow. You can preview the offerings in the morning,” Yanos said, feigning true sadness in a voice that sent chills down Jack’s spine.
“Hmm, yes, I know. But I’m looking for something… special. And I’m prepared to pay for the privilege. On top of your usual fee, of course,” Jack forced himself to smile as he spilled some of the coins from his purse into a hand.
“I see! Well, I have been known to make exceptions for special… friends.” Yanos ducked back behind the curtain and returned with a cube about the size of Jack’s hand. “Now, what are your requirements? A female you said?”
“Yeah, uh okay, tall and fair to start with,” Jack said hoping that it’d be good enough to isolate Carter. Tall women weren’t all that common on most worlds.
Yanos pressed some buttons on the bottom of the cube. “Tall, you say… how tall?”
“About Lorne’s height, I guess.” Jack felt Lorne move to his side.
Holographic images hovered at the top of the cube, stacked one atop another. Both Jack and Lorne looked for Carter among them. Lorne leaned back, but Jack made a show of considering his choices. He was as impatient as Lorne, but knew better than to rush the process.
“Nah, I don’t think so. Got anything else?”
“But these are my finest, sir! Young and fertile, all of them!” Yanos protested, but waved his hand and another set of images appeared.
“I’m not looking for… that,” Jack said and almost jumped when Lorne added, “He’s more interested in… experience.”
They exchanged looks then turned to the new images. Jack felt Lorne go dead still when he found Carter’s image towards the bottom of the stack. She’d been stripped to the waist and there was a smear of blood on her chin. Her eyes stared out at them full of blue fire. Jack poked a finger at the image. “Her. I want her.”
“Kind sir, I agree that she’s a fine-looking woman, but…” Yanos began.
“But what? I want to see her!” Jack’s voice was starting to rise and Lorne closed his fingers on Jack’s elbow in warning. Jack took the hint and made an effort to back off a little.
“It’s just she’s… difficult. Unfortunately, my associates had to get a bit rough with her,” Yanos explained.
“That’s okay, I like a challenge. Isn’t that right Lorne?” Jack fixed the Major’s eyes with his own.
“Oh, yeah. He lives for a challenge,” he agreed.
Yanos put the cube down and gave them both a long look. “Since you are so fond of challenges, I shall make one as part of her price. If you can make her service you - Both of you, you can have her.”
Jack felt Lorne flinch. He forced himself to stay loose while trying desperately to find some way out of this.
“All right, but uh, Lorne here, well… he doesn’t go for women,” Jack finally said, earning a shocked look from Lorne. He returned it with a shrug and Lorne licked his lips, rolled his eyes and went back to his mildly interested look.
“May I offer the use of one of my young men then? They’re really quite-“
“Oh, no, thanks, but that’s not necessary,” Lorne interjected before Yanos could continue.
“But it would be my pleasure and your companion will be… similarly occupied,” Yanos leered.
“I, uh, appreciate the offer, but I’m, er… full.” Lorne could feel his face heat as both O’Neill and Yanos stared at him, the latter probably trying to parse what ‘full’ meant in this context.
“He just doesn’t like to mix business and pleasure, Yanos. Don’t mind him,” Jack explained, giving Lorne a pitying look.
“Oh, very well,” Yanos snapped his fingers at the two pudgy guys. “Bring this one.” He handed them the cube with Carter’s image displayed.
While they waited, Jack settled the price with Yanos and handed over the coins. Lorne resumed his post by the door and concentrated on the next part of his mission, locating and disabling Yanos’ ship.
The guards returned through the curtained doorway, Sam held between them. Her hair was wet and plastered to her head, goosebumps standing out on her skin. She quickly quashed her look of surprise at a subtle hand signal from Jack and resumed her pissed off attitude.
“As you can see, she’s beautiful, but quite defiant. Pain doesn’t motivate her as it does most slaves,” Yanos explained as one of the guards handed him the control box. “And she resists the pleasure we can give her.”
Yanos pressed a button and the guards held her up as pleasure ripped through Sam’s body. She writhed in its grasp, her body flushing, hips jerking as if seeking contact. Yanos ran his hand down her flank and her nipples hardened.
Jack set his teeth and ground out, “Hey, I though this was my party.”
Yanos released the button and motioned the guards away. Sam wobbled, but managed to stay on her feet and fixed her eyes forward once again. Jack walked behind her.
“I’ve made a deal with Yanos, here. Please me well, and I’ll take you with me,” he said softly, knowing that Yanos could hear him. “Understand?”
Sam gave a short nod and even Lorne could see her shiver from across the room.
“Good. Now, shall we get started?” Jack’s voice was saccharine.
She threw her elbow into Jack’s midsection by way of answer. O’Neill’s breath whooshed out of him at the unexpected blow.
“Nice! I told Yanos I enjoyed a challenge,” Jack said, pinning both of her arms with one of his and holding her tight against him.
He dropped his face to her neck and whispered, “I’m going to need a little help here. It’s not really my idea of a good time, but it’s the best way of getting out of here.”
Jack let his free hand trail up to her breast and over a nipple. It drew tight under his fingers and he felt the first stirrings in his dick. Sam pressed back against him when he closed his fingers around the sensitive nub.
Lorne really didn’t want to watch this. Sure, it was mostly an act to convince Yanos, but when O’Neill pushed Carter down to kneel at his feet, he could see the writing on the wall and turned away. Plausible deniability - that was the ticket. If he didn’t see it, it didn’t happen no matter what he thought he heard.
Sam let Jack push her to her knees and stared at the floor while he opened his robes and freed himself from his pants. She didn’t raise her eyes until she felt his strong fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth to his waiting cock. He rubbed the soft tip against her closed lips until it grew damp.
“Take it,” he ordered.
Sam parted her lips and he pushed the head past her teeth. She let her tongue explore him, tasting him for the first time and closed her eyes. She’d waited so long for this, but for it to play out this way was just… perverse. If this was all she was ever going to get, she was going to make it memorable. She tilted her head to take a bit more of him in and slipped her tongue all around the tip, prodding the hole and letting the salt taste of his pre-come fill her mouth. She heard him groan roughly and sucked lightly at him.
Lorne heard O’Neill’s groan and wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t worse than actually watching. His imagination filled it in anyway and he was getting uncomfortably hard. He gave a brief thought about leaving, but it was too soon. The deal wasn’t done until they left with Col. Carter in tow. Shit.
Jack knew he wasn’t going to last long. If it had been anyone but Carter, he might be able to hold out, but the sight of her at his feet and sucking him off was more than he could take. It was all he could do not to simply hold her still and fuck her mouth.
Sam wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and cupped his balls in her other hand. She fucked him with her mouth, letting him bump the back of her throat with each pass and stroking her tongue along the underside of the head. Less than half a dozen strokes later, she felt his balls lift. Pressing his cockhead against the roof of her mouth, Sam felt Jack come.
“Fuck!” Jack groaned and panted through an orgasm that seemed to last forever.
Lorne heard the culmination and was thankful it hadn’t gone on longer. It was torturous to listen to the soft sucking noises and moans of his superior officers. While he was embarrassed for them both, he was also incredibly horny. At least the robes hid his erection. When he finally looked over his shoulder, O’Neill was tucking himself away and Carter was wiping her mouth.
Giving them another moment, Lorne pulled the extra robes from his bag before clearing his throat. Carter rose slowly to her feet. O’Neill finalized the deal with Yanos while Lorne helped her with the robes, respectfully averting his eyes as much as possible. At long last, Yanos removed the collar from around her neck.
It was full dark by the time they left Yanos’ place. They stuck together through the depressed part of the settlement until they were absolutely sure they weren’t followed. Jack pulled Carter behind a broken-down outbuilding and Lorne followed. Sam watched as they wordlessly exchanged gear and Lorne snuck back the way they’d come. When Sam made a questioning gesture, Jack signed ‘later’ and they made their way back to the main settlement.
The village square was even more crowded, if possible, but things were fairly quiet on the fringes and many of the merchants had left, leaving their makeshift tents standing for the next day’s business. Jack found a woman just leaving her stall for the evening and bribed her for the use of it for the night. It was a little tight, but it was a place to hide for the time being. To any casual observer, they were just part of the crowd.
“What’s Major Lorne doing?” Sam was finally able to ask.
“He’s going to try to disable Yanos’ ship. When we get back to the SGC, we’ll send the marines in to break up their little slave operation.”
Sam gave a relieved sigh. “Thanks. For everything.”
“Hey, you okay? They didn’t, uh…” Jack trailed off.
“No. All the guards were like Yanos. Eunuchs. I got punched in the mouth for biting one of them, but that was about it.”
Jack figured there was a bit more to it than that, considering the way she shivered against him. He put an arm around her shoulders.
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Lorne had just one thing he had to do before he got to Yanos’ ship and he finally had the privacy to do it. He waited until he heard O'Neill and Carter move off and then went back to the outbuilding and ducked inside. One side had tumbled and the roof was mostly gone, but the wall by the door was sturdy enough for him to lean against.
His erection had waned while they got away, but it returned in force when he pressed the heel of his hand against the base of his dick. Opening the robes and the fly of his loose pants, Lorne gave his cock room to grow. Taking care not to put faces to the sounds in his mind, he remembered the soft sounds he’d heard in Yanos’ office.
Starting at the base, he milked pre-come from the tip and slipped his fingers around the crown. He made a hissing sound as he sucked air through his clenched teeth. Using his free hand on his balls, he began stroking in earnest as he replayed the soundtrack from this evening in his mind. Before long, he felt stretched tight, to his limit and he jerked hard right behind the head, his fingers on his sweet spot.
Lorne threw his head back and strangled groans rose from his throat as he came, hard and quick, his semen falling on the dirt floor and steaming in the cool night air. He spent a few minutes catching his breath and wringing the last bit of sensation from himself before cleaning up and getting on with his mission.
Leaving the shack, he blended with the shadows and headed for his objective.
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Sam leaned into Jack, his body giving her the warmth she needed despite the robes.
“God, I’m getting too old for this shit,” he groaned, easing them both down until they were facing each other on their sides, Sam’s head tucked into his shoulder.
“Huh,” she either chuckled or snorted, it was hard to tell with her face buried against him. “Could have fooled me. You went off like a teenager back there.”
“All your fault, Carter. Jesus, you about killed me,” he replied, slipping his hand inside her robes. “Which reminds me - it’s your turn. Without that damned collar. That doesn’t count.”
Jack’s hand slipped over her skin and found her breast, his callused fingers cradling it like it was something rare and precious. When his thumb flicked her nipple, it sent a zing straight to her clit, making her moan softly.
Easing her onto her back, one arm supporting her neck, Jack leaned over and kissed her. Sam realized that this was their first kiss and was glad he hadn’t kissed her in front of Yanos. It was too sweet a moment to share with others.
And oh, God, could Jack kiss. He gently traced her lips with his before teasing her with his tongue. Finally she sunk her fingers into the hair on the back of his head and pulled him down to her. As they kissed, his hand made its way beneath the waistband of her shorts and underwear. She hadn’t realized how wet she was until he touched her, his rough, damp fingers giving her exactly the right kind of friction on her clit.
Jack moved his mouth to her neck and he trailed his fingers down to flutter at her entrance. Sam sucked in a breath at the combination of sensations as he slowly slipped two of them inside her, her whole body shuddering as she felt herself tighten around him.
“Fuck, Carter, you’re going to kill me all over again,” he breathed over her ear, sending another wave of sensation through her and arching her back, pressing him deeper inside her.
“God, you’re incredible,” she whispered when he brought his thumb around to circle her clit again.
Jack slowly fucked her with his fingers and pressed his thumb more firmly against her clit as she gasped below him. As much as he wanted to watch her face as she came, this wasn’t the place, so he kissed her instead, letting his tongue sweep into her mouth. Sam sucked on the tip of his tongue and came against his hand, her whole body undulating beneath him. As the crest faded away to aftershocks, he withdrew his fingers and simply cupped her gently.
Raising himself on an elbow, he looked down at her face. She looked relaxed and happy, despite the dark circles under her eyes and the cut lip.
“Jack-“ she whispered.
“Sleep, Carter. I’ll keep watch,” he said quietly.
“But… what about you?” She brushed her hand against Jack’s erection.
“Bah, I’m an old man, Carter.”
“Bullshit.”
“Not the time or place. Go to sleep.” Jack softened his order by brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.
Sam didn’t argue and soon her breathing evened out as she dozed.
About an hour later, the relative silence of their hideaway was broken by a series of clicks on the radio. Lorne was somewhere nearby. Jack nudged Carter awake.
“Lorne’s on his way back. I’m going to find him and then we’ll make for the Stargate,” Jack said and melted away into the night.
Sam stretched and took her time waking up.
Once he was well away from the stall, Jack risked radio contact.
“Lorne, that you?”
“Yes, sir. Mission accomplished,” came the reply. Jack could hear Lorne’s voice nearby and found him one aisle over.
“Any problems?” Jack gave Lorne visual check and he seemed fine.
“No sir. There was only one guard and he was easy to take out. I just grabbed a few crystals and broke the rest. Yanos won’t be going anywhere anytime soon,” Lorne said.
“Good man.” Jack slapped his shoulder. “Let’s get Carter and get the hell out of here.”
One Week Later
Carter’s split lip had healed and Daniel was off crutches but still hobbling when Jack called SG-1 in for an update on the fate of Yanos’ operation. Teal’c led the procession into the briefing room.
“Well, I’m happy to report that Yanos’ slave operation is bust. The marines couldn’t really throw him in jail or anything, but we confiscated his ship and freed all the slaves. We sent in a contingent of sociologists to get them all back where they belong, though some of them seem inclined to stay on P4X-723. Not my choice for a vacation home, but to each his own. Her own. Whatever.” Jack stood at the head of the briefing table and was pleased to report some good news for a change.
“Thank God,” Sam agreed.
“What of Major Lorne?” Teal’c asked.
“I’ve recommended him for the Pegasus Expedition. I think he’ll do well as Sheppard’s second,” Jack said.
“Crap!” Daniel slammed his notebook shut. “Why does everyone get to go to Pegasus but me?”
“Easy, Daniel. Your time will come.” Jack gave him a look that didn’t mollify Daniel one bit.
“I hope he doesn’t think it’s uh… punishment. He did a great job,” Sam said, trading looks with O’Neill.
“Nope. Says he’s excited to go. I gave him his choice of postings, Carter. Besides, the IOA still has to clear him and you know how slow they are. We’ll still have him for a while.”
Still, Sam wondered if the choice of postings was designed to keep him far away from the SGC rumor mill. Personally, she liked Major Lorne and didn’t think he’d give anything away, but the best way to get exiled in the military was to see something you shouldn’t.
They kicked a few other topics around until Daniel and Teal’c wandered off for an early lunch.
“So, Carter. Dinner tonight?” Jack asked. He was rewarded with a warm smile.
“Absolutely, General.”
Finis
Edited for a rather huge faux pas/inconsistency re: Jack's rank. D'uh.