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Doctor Janet Frasier stepped out onto a stone platform just as she heard the whooshing sound of this planet's stargate closing behind her. She was just getting started with orienting herself to her surroundings when someone approached her to take one of the large cases she was carrying from her left hand. She released her grip on the handle while the momentary confusion brought on by gate travel subsided.
"Welcome to PC7-9HC, Doc!" Lieutenant Kenneth Stevenson greeted her warmly as he assisted her with the medical supply containers she had brought with her.
Janet immediately noticed that the rest of SG7 and the diplomat they were escorting were nowhere in sight. Though thanks to her briefing, she expected this to be the case. SG7 had arrived hours ago to secure the area. Sometime later, the diplomat Ambassador Kramer Hedlund, would have arrived here to be escorted to the village to speak with a man named Exorn. Upon her own arrival, she would travel with Lieutenant Stevenson the short distance to the village and offer humanitarian aid and assist with whatever negotiations the good Ambassador might be having. The reports Janet had been given spoke of miserable conditions for even women and children on this backwater planet so she was certain there was much she could offer these people by way of medical help and education.
She watched as Lt. Stevenson placed her luggage on one side of the M.A.L.P. and then laughed as he smiled at her and tapped the side of it with a hand. "Hop on! It's a long walk and I'll be using the controller to drive this thing into town. No need for you to tire your feet, ma'am!"
"Thank you, Lieutenant, but I'm happy to walk." She smiled as she replied and looked around at the various trees and plants surrounding them. "While you and the other SG teams get to travel off-world and explore distant stars, I spend my days in the infirmary or the mess." Her eyes went back to the Airman as she finished by saying, "Trust me, Ken, I'd very much like to soak this all in and enjoy it while I can."
"I might have guessed!" Was his reply, along with a smile and a light chuckle.
Without saying anything more, the Lieutenant led the way down a barely visible path away from the stargate. Janet followed closely behind and spent the first few minutes focusing on remembering her standard operating procedures for off-world assignments. She was not doing so out of worry over making a mistake or a lapse in her memory. Quite the opposite, she was well versed in how to maintain military discipline while on foot in a potentially hostile environment.
No, she was just trying to keep her mind occupied. Samantha Carter, one of her closest friends, had been missing for far too many days now and Janet was afraid her emotions might become visible on the surface. She had been enduring sleepless nights and exhausting days during the now lengthy and more dangerous search for the Major. Steely determination and her expert military training were what she had leaned on to even make the trip to this world, let alone get anything accomplished as a responsible, professional officer in the United States Air Force.
Still, she managed to enjoy some of the views afforded them as they followed along behind the M.A.L.P. through a deciduous forest. There were many different varieties of trees, flowering plants, and even small furry creatures skittering about on fallen tree trunks or beds of moss-like greenery. It was an alien environment, to be sure, but also Janet found these woods to be familiar in many ways.
Then, without warning, her tranquil walk through a sun dappled forest on a distant planet came to an abrupt end.
“Janet! Ru-”
Dr. Frasier lifted her P90 up to her shoulder instinctively as she spun around to see what was happening with the Lieutenant. He was on the other side of the M.A.L.P., collapsing to the ground with an obvious staff blast burned into his clothes and chest. He was looking directly at her, his eyes wide with shock and pain.
Tearing her eyes away, she was once again caught off guard as her gaze fell upon a small pile of corpses just ahead in the direction they had been walking. It was the rest of SG7! Evidently, they had been ambushed here and killed before being piled up together neatly for some reason.
She was not afforded time to verify her observations. Footsteps crunched on sticks and foliage behind her and she dropped to a knee after spinning around. She spotted movement in the trees near her and she opened fire, clenching her jaw as she focused on aiming for the rough silhouettes of her attackers and trying to forget the image of Ken dying right before her eyes. Someone cried out in pain and she switched targets, firing more rounds until she ran out of ammunition and needed to reload.
She rolled backwards and tried to keep the M.A.L.P. between her and the general direction of the targets. It was no use. Staff blasts began to decimate the vehicle and it caught fire. She crawled away as quickly as she could and was prepared to accept her fate when, as suddenly as it began, the firing stopped. Janet used the moment to finish reloading her P90 and attempt to crawl to a boulder that might serve as cover for her to defend.
The telltale sound of a Zat Gun opening up rang out in the clearing behind her, followed immediately by the sound of it discharging in her direction. She never even saw who shot her before the painful blast of energy made contact with her, rendering Janet unconscious.
***
Colonel Jack O’Neill stood next to the organized pile of bodies that was SG7. A swarm of SGC personnel were busying themselves all around him at the site. Some were beginning to remove the bodies one by one as respectfully as possible. Others were combing the path and surrounding woods for evidence that might help in the upcoming investigation. And Jack, well, he was just barely managing to contain the anger and rage boiling up within.
Almost all of the team that had been sent here were dead. The exceptions were the Ambassador and Janet Frasier. Those two were not among the dead and teams from the nearby town were reporting that neither of them had made it to their appointed meeting with the village leader, Pryom. That sick feeling in the bottom of his gut that had arisen prior to arriving here was now much worse.
“Sir!” Someone said from behind him.
“What is it, Sergeant?” Jack turned around and accepted a folded standard-issue uniform top that the MP was holding out for him to take.
O’Neill looked down at what he was holding as the Sergeant said quietly, “I’m sorry, Sir, but you are being recalled to the SGC on General Hammond’s orders. We are to bring everyone and everything back to Earth as swiftly as possible. And you, Sir, are due back immediately for a briefing.”
The Colonel took the news with all the stoicism he could muster. He had absolutely no desire to leave this planet without answers as to what had happened to SG7, Janet, and the Ambassador. His experience told him that these precious first hours were the most important for a missing persons investigation. Everything within him begged him to ignore these orders and remain here to do what he could to find Janet.
Sighing, he unfolded the uniform top he had been handed. It was Dr. Frasier’s! He shot his gaze straight back to the Sergeant.
Understanding Jack’s unasked question, the Sergeant responded, “This was sent to this planet through the Stargate, Colonel. The lieutenant on watch said the gate turned on and this simply appeared right there on the steps in front of it. There was a note with it that read, ‘We now have two’. The lieutenant dialed SGC and informed General Hammond.”
“Let’s go.” Was Jack’s immediate response. There was nothing else to be done or said here on this planet. Sending Janet’s clothing back through the gate was a clear message that she could be anywhere now. Just like Carter. Even worse, it likely meant that any offworld teams on any mission in Goa’uld territory might be in more danger than they realized.
If two high profile SGC officers could be taken at any time by these particular assholes, then anyone could be reached. There were so many questions to answer now as well, chief among them being how they were so successful so quickly in both cases. How could they have known where Carter would be before they took her? How did SG7’s location, mission, and route become discovered so readily? Who exactly was their enemy and why did they seem to be holding all the cards?
Clutching Janet’s uniform, Colonel O’Neill went with the MP back down the path toward the Stargate and hopefully answers.
***
Janet’s head ached tremendously. That was all she could think about initially upon waking. Her eyes were slow to open and she readily recognized the symptoms of a concussion. She tried to reach up a hand to inspect what felt like a contusion near her left temple but she found that she could not lift her arm.
When her eyes fully opened, Frasier understood that a concussion was likely the smallest of her concerns. She was completely naked from head to toe, lying on her back, and chained to a rough wooden table by her wrists and ankles. The table's rough surface was scratching the skin of her back incessantly. Turning her head to look around, she saw there were over a dozen people milling about around her in what seemed to be some kind of medieval dungeon. That could not be right though, could it? Torches on the walls, chains everywhere, cages, and many sharp blades and other implements arrayed on tables like the one she was laying on.
“Look, the slave is awake!” A deep voice called out loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the room and causing Janet’s headache to intensify.
One of the men approached. He was wearing thick black robes and walked with an obvious limp. As he came to a stop right next to her table, he lowered his hood just as his eyes flashed with a bright glow. “Doctor Janet Frasier, you are finally awake. Most excellent.”
Janet’s training kicked right in, replacing the panic that was building up within her. Panic that would do nothing to help her out of her predicament. Instead, she turned her head to look directly up at the ceiling before she began to recite her rank, name, and serial number. She would tell this Goa’uld nothing and would help him with nothing.
Her captor did not seem to be bothered. In fact, he seemed to have been expecting this response as he continued on as if she had said nothing at all. “I am Lord Exorn, Master of this planet. You will not have heard of me, of course, but I have someone here with me you know all too well…”
Curious, Janet turned her head to look toward the Goa’uld. Standing next to him, wearing the same tailored business suit she had seen him in before the mission began earlier that day, was Ambassador Kramer Hedlund. While she did not know the man very well she had interacted with him regularly on his visits to the SGC. As with all offworld travelers, she always performed both a pre- and post-mission physical examination to ensure he was not feeling any ill effects or, of course, infected with a symbiote. The ambassador had always treated her with kindness and professionalism. His apparent camaraderie with a Goa’uld was beyond confusing.
“Hi there, Janet.” He said with a wry smile that made her skin crawl. The way he spoke next was even more confusing, especially with how nonchalantly he delivered the news to her. Running his long, slender fingers through his partially graying head of perfectly combed hair, he said, “It is with great pleasure that I get to be the first to inform you that you are now my property. Oh and by proxy, that makes you the property of Master Exorn here as well as Hephaestus himself, the Master of All.”
Janet began reciting her rank, name, and serial number again, turning her face to the ceiling and doing her best to quiet her thoughts. She could survive this, she was telling herself. After all, she had not expected to ever wake up again so this was an improvement, right? At least she was still alive. Surely she could hold on until the SGC found her, she just had to remember her training and do what was necessary.
Kramer leaned in close, running his fingers through the curls of her hair. “There really is no need for all that, Janet. Despite the looks of this place, you will not be interrogated by anyone today. No one will be asking you any questions.”
That was when the full realization of what was happening finally struck her. Through her concussion and all the confusion, she had assumed she would be tortured for information about the SGC or perhaps even Earth. She had been bracing for the first salvo of questions and was prepared to tell them the truth. Janet had very little to offer of tactical or scientific value to any offworld threats. No, she had been taken captive in order to become someone’s property.
A slave.
She felt a hand gently squeeze her exposed right breast and she felt herself begin to start trembling just as she moved against her restraints in order to avoid the unwanted touch. It was no use, the chains manacled to her wrists and ankles had almost no slack.
“Mmm, you have the best tits at the SGC, Janet. I’ve always thought so.” The Ambassador said as he began to massage and play with her chest.
“Stop!” She worked up the courage to say, but immediately regretted her decision.
The Goa’uld introduced as Exorn slapped her face with immense force. Janet felt her vision dim and wondered if she would fall unconscious. He had aggravated her concussion, her medical knowledge told her, and she was gasping for air as tears welled up in her eyes. The desperation of her situation was now overwhelming her conscious thoughts.
“Jaffa! Kree!” She faintly heard Exorn call out to the room.
Then, she felt hands all over her as someone began fiddling with the chains on her wrists and ankles. She tried to pull herself together but her head was still swimming. Nothing made sense and she became dizzy as she was momentarily lifted off the table only to be set back down on her back near the edge of it. More splinters dug into her back and she cried out in pain once more and closed her eyes.
When she reopened them, Ambassador Kramer Hedlund was standing between her opened legs, each being held up by a Jaffa to either side. She was completely exposed and Kramer was removing his clothing. That was when she realized he had been speaking to her.
“...will not be here long, Janet. However, from now on, you will belong to me. Remember that when Hephaestus comes for you and takes you to his Forge for training. You will be returned to me and rest assured, I will use you however I see fit.”
He had removed most of his suit, only keeping his socks and undershirt on. His lengthy erection stood prominently from between his legs as he took two more steps closer to her, held it briefly with one hand to line it up, and then thrust forward.
“Unngghh!” Janet grunted with discomfort as he pushed the head of his cock into her sex.
“God damn, slut, you feel better, oh” he paused to moan in pleasure, “so much better than I even dreamed.”
“No!” She cried out again, tears streaming from her eyes. Her instinct was to fight and try to wriggle free but a voice within her told her that logically, all that she could expect from such action would be another damaging attack from her captors. Any more blows to the head might render her fully unconscious, and she feared what would be done to her body while she was out.
Her thoughts completely went back to Kramer as he thrust the rest of himself within her. It hurt, and he was smiling triumphantly down at her. He held himself still for a moment deep in her aching sex and bent down to whisper in her ear.
“When I’m done with you, all of the men in this room are going to have a turn.” He pulled out only to ram back in again, groaning with pleasure all the more. “And then I’ll have another. And so might they. We will feed you, Janet.” He thrust into her again. “We will give you water.” He thrust into her once more, rocking her body with the force. “And we will use you as a cum slut until Hephaestus’ ship arrives.”
“Ungh, ungh ungh, gah!” Janet began to cry out as he started fucking her pussy with complete abandon, railing her over and over. His teeth were clenched as he barreled into her with what seemed like all the force he could muster. Kramer was hurting her, badly.
He suddenly stopped and thrust himself completely to the hilt. She felt his cock twitch and pulse within her just before cum shot into her womb and began to flow out around his shaft to run down her smooth skin. Spent, he was breathing heavily as he leaned down to whisper once more.
“And, slut, you should know…”
The Ambassador pulled himself off and away from her. Janet felt a large amount of his cum follow the deflating cock out, oozing forth and pooling along the skin of her backside pressed against the table. It felt disgusting and she was now sick to her stomach.
Exorn was already naked and replaced Kramer between her legs who was now moving over to her side. The large Goa’uld said nothing as he slowly fed his considerable girth into her sloppy pussy. His thick erection was much wider than Kramer's and the Goa'uld was slow going in forcing her to accommodate him.
“…we have no idea how long it will be before Hephaestus arrives. Hours? Days? A week? We simply don’t know. The Master of All does as he pleases.”
His hand found the back of her head and he grasped her curly hair, jerking her face to the side so he could look in her eyes. “As do we.” As if proving his point, a naked Jaffa with a large erection moved over and held the tip near her mouth. She pressed her lips tight for a microsecond but Exorn must have been waiting for her to be defiant. He flicked her clitoris with his finger painfully even as his cock slid as far as it could into her sex with one firm motion, causing her to gasp audibly.
The Jaffa did not miss his opportunity. He thrust into her mouth and pressed into her throat. She gagged but he did not relent. He smoothly slid himself along her tongue and down into her throat, holding his bitter tasting erection there for a moment and only backing off to let her breathe. Then he would repeat the motion, only faster.
A few minutes later, Exorn and a random Jaffa were fucking her pussy and mouth with abandon. Janet had gone slack and was simply letting it happen. Her mouth and body made noises that she thought were coming from someone else. This couldn’t be her life now. The SGC would be crashing through the door any minute, she thought. She didn’t even respond when the cock in her mouth pulled out to begin spraying her eyes and face with cum. At the same time, her pussy received its second load. This couldn’t be her life now. And yet, as another Jaffa handed her leg to someone else and took his spot between her legs, she knew it was.