The Commander's Discretion 1

Responsibility

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/discretion01.php
Summary: There are some Goa'uld even the System Lords shun. Daniel needs to know; Jack pays the price.

Part 1

Glaring light and head pain, not a good combination. Always leads to. yeah, there it is .nausea. 'God, could it be any brighter in here?' He moaned and tried to roll to his side; if he was going to puke he needed to be on his side, he just couldn't remember why. His stomach churned and that strange tingling started in his salivary glands as his mouth started to increase watering. 'Yep, here it comes.' He began to retch. 'Just glad I didn't have the steak' he thought. 'Would' a been a waste.'

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and tried to catch his breath, covering his eyes with his forearm. 'Just lay quiet, maybe they won't notice you're awake.' He heard the sounds of armor and feet marching, then the movement of a heavy bolt, and he was no longer alone.

They grabbed his arms and hauled him to his feet, trying to force him to stand. The sudden position change brought on another wave of nausea and his vision began to dim. His weakness prohibited resistance, but his mouth still worked.

"Dizzy, must be the altitude, wait a sec." He leaned slightly to the right and threw up again, on the boots of the Jaffa holding him under the right arm.

"Sorry, bad food. Oh, wait, no food, lucky for you." He tried to smile at the big man on his right only to have his attention diverted to the man in front of him by a violent punch to his midsection.

"You will pay for that insolence, Tauri. Take him!" The First Prime smiled, following the two Jaffa out of the cell, their captive dragging limply between them.

They marched down a short corridor and then up several steps. The captive, too weak to walk, was being towed by the armpits his legs and hips banging each step in turn. At the top of the stairs, the First Prime moved to the head of the little party, stopping briefly to check his prisoner's condition.

"Wake up, Tauri, you don't want to miss this."

"Soo'kay, you can start without me." A small smile curled the prisoner's lips. The First Prime was furious; he grabbed the prisoner's hair and pulled his head back to look him in the eye.

"I will enjoy toying with what is left of you after Ravana is through. If there is anything left of you." He laughed in the man's face, and then turned to enter the hall.

"My lord Ravana, I have brought the Tauri as you ordered."

More Jaffa stepped forward and began to fasten the prisoner's wrists into the manacles that hung from the ceiling while his boots and socks were removed by two more Jaffa. Then his arms were stretched above his head, lifting him by the wrists till he stood only on his toes. His ankles were then manacled to the floor by short chains.

When the Jaffa finished their work, they resumed their positions against the door and walls of the hall, allowing the First Prime to survey their work.

"He is ready, my lord." He bowed and stood slightly to the side as Ravana stood from his throne on the dais and stepped towards the prisoner.

"Shall we resume our little talk, Tauri?" His face emotionless, he stroked the prisoner's cheek and held his hand out to the First Prime.

"Mehta, I would see our endeavors, I cannot through all this clothing. Strip him!" Ravana stood back while the First Prime cut the prisoner's clothes away with his knife. Mehta cut away and dropped each piece of clothing in turn. He stepped back while the pieces were collected and disposed of by another Jaffa.

"Ahhh, better. Now we will be able to see our results." Ravana turned as Mehta handed him an innocuous looking thin wand with a gaudy handle. Ravana stepped back and thumbed the button on the handle. Then, like an artist with a paintbrush, he began using the end of the wand across the chest of his victim, except instead of brushstrokes, the wand left thick welts.

Ravana took his time crisscrossing his victim from neck to knee. Each stroke of the wand brought tears to the eyes of his victim struggling against his chains.

"Tell me, Tauri, where is the Archive?" Ravana stood back to examine his handiwork and slake his thirst with a drink of wine.

"O'Neill, John Patrick, Colonel, serial number 66-789-7876-324" was the garbled answer. Bleary brown eyes looked out from the tear-stained face, unfocused, but defiant.

"Yes, yes, we have heard all this before. This is not helping you, all I want is the address for the planet that holds the archives of the ancients. In return, I will gift you with a quick death." Ravana handed the wand to Mehta, his First Prime and turned to resume his throne.

"I tire of this foolishness, Mehta, do you have another suggestion?"

Mehta looked at the captive, hanging naked in chains, for a moment then turned and bowed to Ravana. "My lord, I would suggest that you allow myself and your Jaffa to work on this- this, problem, for a time. You have been too kind to him, my lord."

Ravana nodded. "Perhaps you are correct, Mehta." Ravana stood and walked to the door, "Do not take too long, Mehta. We will be at Lanka soon. Jaffa, kree!" Four of the Jaffa formed up on Ravana, escorting him from the hall.

"Well, Tauri, my lord Ravana has charged me to extract information from you. I will not disappoint him. Jagan bring me the raztatra." A jaffa stepped forward and bowed then moved quickly to a rack of pottery decanters, choosing one and returning quickly to Mehta's side. Mehta motioned to another Jaffa to lower the chains that supported their semi-conscious victim to the floor.

O'Neill's legs could no longer support him and he fell to his knees. He moaned and cried out when his arms were also lowered and wrenched behind him by another jaffa.

"Are you thirsty, Tauri?" Mehta asked, motioning for Jagan to give O'Neill a drink from the decanter he held. Another jaffa pulled O'Neill's head back and squeezed his jaw, forcing his mouth open. Jagan poured and Jack's jaws were closed and his nose covered by another hand, forcing him to swallow.

"Again!" Mehta ordered the procedure repeated another two times before he was satisfied that Jack had swallowed enough, then waved Jagan off.

"Now, Tauri, soon you will be only too happy to cooperate. Maybe I will ask my Lord Ravana if I can keep you as a pet."

Jack snarled up from where he lay on the floor. "You better hope I die, Mehta, cause I'm gonna cut your throat if I live." He fell onto his side, too spent to keep up the front, moaning as his shoulder hit the floor.

"We will see, Tauri, we will see." Mehta moved to the throne and sat back waiting for the drug to work.

 

"Anything yet, Daniel?" Major Samantha Carter walked into the lab to find Dr Daniel Jackson's head in his hands staring at the computer terminal in front of him. She sat beside him and rubbed small circles on his back with one hand in an attempt to comfort her frustrated friend.

"Nothing, not one bit of this makes any sense, Sam." He gestured at the terminal in front of him. He pulled off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Did you get any more information from the natives?"

Sam shook her head, "Not much that we didn't already know. It seems this 'Demon Raban' comes by every so often and takes a few locals to be tortured, collects their crop of relos flowers and then leaves. The only weird thing is one old guy says that this demon has ten heads and twenty arms, I'd

bet he has really bad hair days!" Sam chuckled and was disappointed when Daniel's face got more serious.

"Did you say, ten heads and twenty arms?" Daniel looked her right in the eye, his brows lifting in question.

"Well, yeah, that's what this old guy said. I guess he's sort of the local historian and gets a might carried away." Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe, but that's somehow familiar." Daniel rose and headed to a bookshelf, grabbing two books from one end and one from high up on the right. He grabbed the tall stool at the workbench and sat down. He looked over at Sam and frowned, pushing one of the books towards the other stool.

"Well, aren't you going to help?"

Sam shrugged. "Sure, just tell me what we're looking for." She turned on the reading light at the workbench and pulled up the other stool, opening the book in front of her.

"We are looking for listings of deities of the Hindu pantheon, most particularly the ones with ten heads and twenty arms."

"Daniel, didn't a lot of Hindu gods have multiple arms and heads?"

"Well a lot of them are depicted that way. But it's just a representation of their various avatars. No, we are looking for one that was supposed to actually have ten heads and twenty arms." Daniel smiled briefly and plunged back into the pages in front of him.

Sam cocked her head to the side. "Oo-kaay, I hope there are pictures when we find it. This I gotta' see."

 

They worked side by side for many hours, the pile of books growing in front of them as they searched. They were distracted finally by the klaxons of an off-world activation. "That should be Teal'c with SG Three and Seven, maybe they've had better luck than I did with SG Nine." Sam's words were 'part statement, part prayer', Daniel thought and he patted her hand.

"You'll have to check this book, Daniel." Sam closed the moldering cover of the large, inches thick volume she had picked up and slid it towards Daniel. She leaned up on the stool with her hands on her hips, bending from side to side, and then rubbed her eyes.

"Why?" Daniel looked over at her.

"Because, Daniel, it's not in English." Daniel glanced at the book and then smiled at her. "You mean you don't read Sanskrit?" He said dryly, staring at her.

"I was absent that day." Sam quipped with a straight face.

They burst into laughter, together, easing the tension and frustration somewhat, in a Jack- like manner.

Part 2

Jack was cold, shivering. He opened his eyes and his vision swam, the lights bleeding into one another. His chest felt tight, and his body was on fire. He tried to swat away the flames, but he couldn't find his hands. He remembered something about rolling to put out flames and tried that but he couldn't move to roll. He was floating, freefall, another HALO jump. 'Wait, for it, not yet, not yet, reach for the cord and get ready for the bone jarring yank of chute opening.'

He squirmed on the metal floor till he was kicked in the gut by a heavy, booted foot.

"Are you ready for our little conversation, Tauri?" Mehta kicked out again, landing another vicious blow to Jack's gut. Jack didn't even curl up to defend himself now. The drug had done its work and so fogged his reasoning that he could no longer associate the foot moving towards him with pain.

"Unchain him and stand him up." Mehta sat back down on the throne, confident that the drug had begun to work and Jack would no longer be capable of escape.

Three of the jaffa moved forward and removed the manacles and chains, then hauled Jack to his feet. His legs were rubber and he leaned heavily to the right, staggering sidewise till he leaned against the third jaffa for support.

"Jagan, perhaps the Tauri would like to play a little game?" Mehta leered at Jack, and nodded to Jagan who bowed slightly towards Mehta and left the hall.

"While we are waiting for Jagan to return perhaps a few of my other jaffa could entertain you. We wouldn't want you to become bored." He nodded smiling to the jaffa that Jack was currently using to support him. "Daveh, perhaps our guest would be more comfortable there." Mehta pointed towards a heavily upholstered high bench. The jaffa mostly dragged Jack to it and laid his torso on it. The jaffa in the room started to line up for their turns and Mehta just grinned.

Jack lay on the bench, relieved that he didn't have to stand anymore and closed his eyes. He sighed deeply and started to doze before he felt the rough hands on his buttocks. He tried to turn around but was being restrained by someone lying across his back, then he felt something cold and thick being poured between his buttocks.

Suddenly it registered in his drugged brain what was happening and he began to struggle in earnest. He screamed as the first jaffa thrust into him without preparation and then began to moan loudly as the knife like pain continued until the first jaffa was spent, his seed mixing with the blood that ran down Jack's legs as he withdrew his now flaccid organ.

Jack took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, unaware of the line that stood behind him, awaiting their turns. His thoughts again hazed until the second jaffa thrust into him. Again he screamed, this time briefly, as the jaffa lunged into him, battering already torn and abused tissue.

Every time he lost consciousness they stopped and waited for his eyes to open before beginning again. Finally, after four jaffa had had their turns Mehta called for them to halt. He walked to where Jack was laying and lifted his head, looking into the unfocused eyes.

"Ah, Tauri, did you enjoy that? More of my jaffas require your services but I think that this is enough for now; we don't want to spoil you too much. Daveh, take him and have him cleaned up and collared. Then bring him to me in my quarters."

Daveh bowed at the waist to Mehta and motioned for two others to drag Jack to a room just off the hall, blood, semen and feces running freely from his abused anus. The jaffa stood guard while several boys bathed Jack in a tub of water, cleaning him and shaving his pubic hair. Then the boys laid him on a table, face down, and inserting a tube into his rectum, filled him with a warm solution that initially burned but then felt pleasant, and Jack began to drift off to sleep. They carried him to a commode where he expelled the solution then retuned him to the table where they rubbed him with fragrant oils. He was dressed in a loincloth and metal cuffs were applied to his wrists and ankles. Then they put on the collar with its attached gold chain and fixed it in place with something that got very hot and burned Jack's neck, he yelped.

"Get used to it, Tauri. You will think that a sweet kiss after Mehta's done with you." The jaffa all laughed and one fondled Jack's cock and balls.

"He doesn't seem very happy so far." One quipped.

"Oh, he will be, he will be." The fondler replied.

 

After his bath and preparation Jack was half carried half dragged to the First Prime's quarters. Mehta was sitting in a chair at a table that was laden with fruits and food. Mehta waved at the jaffa and turned slightly to address his prisoner. The jaffa dropped Jack on the floor next to Mehta's chair.

"Sit up, Tauri, you cannot drink while laying down and I know you must be thirsty." Mehta poured some liquid from a small decanter into a cup then added wine and offered it to Jack. Jack moaned and tried to sit but couldn't get all his muscles to agree on the effort and gave up.

"Bar'doc, help our friend to be more comfortable." One of the jaffa pulled Jack into a kneeling position next to Mehta's chair. Jack moaned and tried to shift into a position that would take some pressure off his abused buttocks, finally settling into a position where his knees where apart and he sat back on his heels. Mehta held the cup to Jack's lips and allowed him to take a small sip, Jack reached for the cup and greedily gulped its contents.

Mehta pulled the empty cup back, laughing when Jack grabbed at it, "It is empty, Tauri, would you like some more?" Jack's entire body nodded when his head did, Mehta smiled.

He poured some more liquid from the decanter into the cup followed, again, by wine and moved the cup towards Jack. Jack began to reach once again for the cup when Mehta drew it back and said, "What will you give me in exchange?" Then placing the cup in Jack's line of vision he reached down and began to fondle Jack, stroking down his chest and abdomen, then reaching up to pinch a nipple.

Jack moaned and looked into the jaffa's eyes, trying desperately to focus. He felt a flush in his cheeks betray him and tried to draw back from Mehta's caress.

Mehta turned his chair slightly facing Jack and leaned down towards him, tilting Jack's chin up.

"Surely you have something to offer me, Tauri?" Mehta's right hand stroked down Jack's chest and belly again, this time continuing down under the loincloth to Jack's freshly shaven genitals. He began to toy with Jack's balls and flaccid penis, stroking softly till Jack closed his eyes.

"It would not do for you to go to sleep now, Tauri. I do not know what my jaffa would do if you dozed."

Jack's eyes flew open and he opened his mouth to speak but his mouth was still dry and he could muster nothing but a gravelly "No more."

Mehta reached for the cup with his left hand, his right still occupied playing with Jack's cock, which was now beginning to take an interest in the proceedings. He held the cup to Jack's mouth and again he drained it completely.

"What will you do for me, human? Surely you are grateful for my kindness?" Mehta's strokes of Jack's penis now lengthened and became more deliberate. Jack closed his eyes briefly and moaned. His drugged brain urged him to thrust into the hand that stroked him. He obeyed.

Jack's erection lifted the loincloth and Mehta untied and removed it.

Mehta stopped stroking Jack and sat back in his chair. He removed the belt that held the kilt he wore in place, then stood and removed both the kilt and the mail trousers. He sat back down wearing only his wrapped undergarment, and began to stroke Jack's erection again.

Jack was drugged but he knew what he was expected to do. He reached forward and began to unwrap the undergarment, pulling it away from the jaffa's body and laying it on the floor next to his knee. He looked up into Mehta's eyes and began to lean forward.

Mehta put a hand on his shoulder and stopped him. "Carefully, human, or my regiment of jaffa will have new toy in their quarters tonight."

Jack needed no other hints, even drugged he knew what that meant, his anus and buttocks still throbbing from the earlier rapes. Maybe he'd wind up there anyway, but maybe if he pleased Mehta, he would keep him for himself and save Jack from the painful abuses at the hands of the ship full of jaffa.

Jack leaned up and forward and licked tentatively at the First Prime's large cock.

The other two jaffa moved closer staff weapons at the ready, just on the chance that Jack could control his actions enough to try hurting their leader.

Jack took Mehta's limp cock in hand and began to lick it from base to tip. Mehta made a motion with one hand and one of the jaffa put his staff weapon down and moved behind Jack reaching around him to fondle his erection. Jack moaned and engulfed Mehta's cock in his mouth as it grew.

Mehta relaxed and reached out to stroke Jack's hair, holding his head in place.

"Ah, that's it."

Jack rocked into the hand that was pulling and stroking his cock as Mehta thrust his hips up gagging Jack briefly. He tried to pull away but Mehta held his head fast, slapping at his hands. Mehta motioned to the other jaffa, who came forward and pulled Jack's arms behind him, attaching the two wrist cuffs together with a clasp.

Mehta reached under Jack's chin and lifted his face away from his cock, looking him in the eye again. He leaned forward and kissed Jack on the mouth, licking at his lips till he opened to him, and then ravaged his mouth, bruising his lips.

Jack was out of control. His body turned traitor and responded, his erection swelled and Jack's tongue explored Mehta's mouth, returning the kiss with fervor. Mehta reached down and picked up the length of soft linen that had been his undergarment, placing it around Jack's neck like a scarf.

O'Neill's breathing became erratic and Mehta motioned for the jaffa to stop his ministrations and then waved both from the room.

Jack was panting and continued to thrust his cock forward even though the hand that stroked him had since left the room.

"Do you wish release, Tauri? Would you like to finish?" Mehta smiled at Jack sincerely and Jack nodded. Mehta lifted Jack under the arms till he stood in front of him and then pulled him forward to straddle his lap.

"Ride me and I will give you the kind of finish you've only dreamed of."

Mehta steadied Jack with one arm and held his massive erection straight up in the other, then lowered Jack, impaling him. Jack cried out as the large head entered him, then moaned as he took the big man's full length.

Mehta leaned back in the chair and positioned Jack's legs to wrap around him, then picked up the ends of the scarf, crossing them over each other.

Reaching down between Jack's legs, he began to stroke at the wilted erection, restoring it quickly as Jack began to thrust forward into his hand. He smiled as Jack responded and then stretched up to ravage Jack's mouth again while rolling a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

He put his hands under O'Neill's buttocks and stood, lifting him and carrying him across the room to the massive bed, laying him on his back, his hands still secured behind him. Then Mehta began hammering into Jack's shredded tissues urgently, restarting the bleeding. He rode him hard, occasionally angling into Jack's prostate, eliciting a shudder and another load moan. His cock seemed to swell even larger as he came, scalding Jack's insides with what seemed like gallons of semen. He pulled out and reached up to stroke O'Neill's face.

"Now, as I promised." He leaned down and took Jack's erection in his mouth, one hand reaching down and fondling his balls. He took each ball in his mouth in turn and rolled it from one side to the other. Jack's head rolled from side to side but he made no sound.

Mehta reached up with both hands stroking Jack's face again. He took the ends of the cloth still wrapped around Jack's neck and began to slowly pull the ends tighter and tighter.

Jack opened his eyes immediately, panic stricken, and stopped thrashing his head. He stared at the First Prime who pursed his lips. "Be calm, it is not what you think. I will not harm you, shhh. You will see, you'll beg me to do this for you again."

His mouth resumed sucking Jack's cock, only slightly affected by the shock and as Jack's balls drew up and he began to thrust in earnest in to the jaffa's mouth, Mehta tightened the cloth.

O'Neill began to gray out from anoxia, climaxing just at the edge of consciousness. There were colors and sounds with this orgasm, something that he'd never experienced before in all his years. He filled Mehta's mouth with semen and the stars exploded in front of his eyes, and then the blackness wrapped him up.

Part 3

The first place Teal'c went from the Gate Room was Daniel's lab. He figured Major Carter would be there assisting Daniel any way she could. What he found was Carter deep in a Google search online and Daniel mumbling aloud in a language Teal'c did not understand, reading from a large old book. He folded his hands behind his back and addressed Carter.

"I regret we were unable to obtain any further information as to O'Neill's whereabouts, Major Carter. Have you and DanielJackson been any more fortunate?"

"Hey, Teal'c. No, I did as much as I could to help Daniel but some of it is in languages I can't read, so Daniel's on his own. I'm trying an online search to see if I can come up with anything else. One of the natives we interviewed on P5R-267 gave us a piece of information that Daniel seems to think is important, so that's what we're doing now. Trying to track down a demon with ten heads and twenty arms." Sam shrugged and looked back to her screen.

"Do you mean the Demon Ravana?" Teal'c asked, cocking his head to one side as Daniel virtually exploded from his side of the room, causing Carter to jump straight out of her chair.

"YES!! THAT'S IT!!" He dropped the book and scrambled to where Teal'c and Carter stood stunned.

"Teal'c you're wonderful!" Daniel ran up to Teal'c who came very close to being hugged, Teal'c just arched an eyebrow and looked as Daniel patted him on the arm.

"That's it, Sam, the Demon Ravana, he kidnapped Sita, Rama's wife and Rama spent like fifteen years looking for her."

Sam looked from Daniel to Teal'c and back to Daniel "Okay, just how does that help us find the Colonel?"

"Well, it gives us a clue where to start." Daniel was still excited.

Sam was tired; her frustration was beginning to show. "I'm sorry, Daniel, but that doesn't help me at all. How 'bout you, Teal'c?"

Teal'c looked from Daniel to Carter and said "I also do not understand how that helps us find O'Neill unless you believe Ravana would take him to his home world." Teal'c was stoic as always.

"That's it, yes." Daniel scrambled back to the tome he had dropped when Teal'c answered the question he and Carter had been hunting for the last three days.

Daniel began flipping through pages of various books.

"What are you looking for now, DanielJackson?" Teal'c maintained his position.

"The name of his world." Daniel said without looking up.

"Do you mean Lanka?"

Daniel put the book down and slowly looked up at Teal', Carter put one hand over her eyes, resting her elbow on the arm crossing her chest. She was tired and frustrated but it was still hard not to laugh at Daniel's face, staring at Teal'c.

"Teal'c why didn't you tell me you knew the name of Ravana's planet?" Daniel was wide eyed staring at the big jaffa. Before Teal'c could answer, Daniel did it for him, "I know, I didn't ask you, right?"

"Correct, DanielJackson." Was the only response Teal'c offered.

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P538-267

It was happening again, they came through the gate and met yet another group of transplanted humans who couldn't help them in the least with the fight against the Goua'ld. Same old story.

There was something different about these people; they were terrified, especially of Teal'c. That, of itself, was not a surprise. Hell, sometimes Teal'c still scared him. When they wouldn't talk about their belief system, that should have clued him in right away. Jack wasn't happy, but when was he ever?

Their mission was scheduled for twelve hours and then could be extended at the Commander's discretion. To Daniel, that meant twelve hours and then whatever he could wheedle out of Jack.

The natives had offered to take them to the 'old temple' the next day, and he was itching to have a look at anything that would disclose their belief system or the 'old religion'. Jack was hesitant, he was suspicious of the natives and wanted to end the mission at twelve hours.

Daniel was pushing, he knew it, Teal'c knew it, Sam knew it, even Jack knew it, but it didn't stop him, he kept pushing. Sam appeared apprehensive too, but he figured it was just because he and Jack were at odds again. The man could be damn stubborn when he wanted to be, but so could Daniel. Sometimes Daniel just liked to watch the look on Jack's face when he became frustrated during the resulting argument. That look was what Daniel craved, preferring even 'bad' attention to no attention from Jack. He would never get the type of attention that he really wanted, but passion was passion.

It should have come, then, as no surprise when at the temple the following day, they where ambushed by a large party of jaffa. The jaffa disarmed them and then left via transport rings with an unconscious Jack O'Neill as their prize. Daniel was horrified and guilt ridden. The trap was well laid and Daniel was the one who took the bait, hook, line and sinker. Once again, someone else would pay the price for his 'need to know'.

This is why he lay there in bed, wide-awake. He had gone to quarters when Janet had threatened him with sedation. He had been haunting the SGC like a ghost, wandering the halls and personally briefing and debriefing every team that came or went. Janet had heard from Sam and Teal'c what had happened and, knowing Daniel would be punishing himself was determined to nip it in the bud. So, Daniel was given a cease and desist order from the doctor through General Hammond, who was less susceptible to those pouting looks.

So, now he got to re-live every move and mistake again in living color in his mind. Instead of doing something useful like trying to figure out where Ravana had taken Jack. He was still berating himself for not figuring that a people with an oral history might over the generations alter a name like Ravana to Raban. Why Jack? Surely they were smart enough to know that the SGC would change all their codes and Jack could provide them no access without a code. As a soldier, Jack had no value as a hostage, with sorrowful eyes Hammond had told them that they would not bargain for Jack. He was military, and therefore, expendable.

'Not to me.' Daniel thought, 'never to me.' There was no way he was going to be able to sleep, he sat on the bed and ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He needed a talisman, something that could make him strong. He opened the door and slipped out into the hallway, taking care to avoid the area near the infirmary and Janet's "Needle with your name on it."

He made his way to the locker room without detection and paced for a few minutes, chiding himself for being hopeless. Then, he went to the colonel's locker and removed the jacket and shirt he found there and snuck back to his office. He wrapped the shirt around a sofa pillow, then lay down and covering himself with O'Neill's jacket, finally fell asleep.

 

"Wake up, wake up now. You must wake and tell me of the Ancients Archive of knowledge."

Jack was swimming in jello and his head hurt. His arms, legs, back and ribs were all painful as well. Every muscle and bone in his body was checking in now, all broken. They had to be broken, nothing could hurt this much and not be broken. He was also very cold. He tried to open his eyes but the light was too bright and he couldn't roll over, so he kept them closed. Something warm was holding him and speaking in urgent tones.

"Please, you must tell me of the archive, or Ravana will give you to Nurti and she will kill you."

The names of the two Goua'ld startled Jack into waking. He draped his two left arms across his forehead in an attempt to shield himself from the light so he could open his eyes. He was in a bed in an ornate room, his back was warmed where he was spooned against a broad chest, and strong warm arms were draped around him. The whispers were soft against his ear. "I am doing everything I can to protect you; but you must give Ravana something. Nurti wants to kill you herself and Ravana will give you to her unless you prove valuable to him. Please, I do not wish to see you hurt any further." The voice was soft and pleading, and the embrace was tender.

"Danny?" Jack croaked and pulled the arm around him in an attempt to see the face. Kisses landed on his ear, neck and shoulder.

"Daniel?" He was turned in strong arms and his mouth covered by soft lips. He closed his eyes and was drowned with a kiss. The kiss enveloped him in warmth, so gentle and caring. It required nothing but promised much and Jack gave in to it, abandoning all sensibility.

Rough calloused hands roamed freely over battle-honed bodies, groins throbbing with desire. With neither preparation nor warning Jack grabbed Mehta's large, hard cock and tried to impale himself on it. Mehta gasped in surprise and assisted O'Neill to a less forceful insertion. Jack rode him with an undulating rhythm, kissing lips and neck and anything he could reach. Mehta reached between their bodies to stroke Jack's shaft with a large strong hand, causing Jack to gasp.

"Oh god, Danny, yes!" Jack's muscles squeezed Mehta within him, bringing him to the edge. Mehta gasped and, grabbing Jack's hips, rolled them till Jack lay beneath him, then lifting Jack's legs so they lay over his shoulders, began pounding into him. Mehta's climax was a wave of fire filling Jack's injured body again. Mehta smiled and looked down upon the face with hooded eyes looking longingly at him.

"Please?" Jack whispered urgently.

"I want to watch you come for me," was the softly spoken reply. Mehta removed Jack's legs from his shoulders and withdrew his again flaccid organ. Sitting back, he took O'Neill's right hand and laid it on his throbbing erection.

"Come for me." He whispered. Jack began the familiar motions that would normally bring him release. He lost himself to the sensation. He stroked long and hard, drenched in sweat and carried away with the mounting intensity, but no release. It felt as though his cock would explode and still no release. Tears finally came to his eyes and he began to sob.

"What is it, my love?" Mehta asked laying his hand against a tear stained cheek.

"I can't." was the only answer the frustrated O'Neill could choke out,

"I can't."

The big jaffa smiled down, "I will help you, . you are tired." He leaned down and engulfed O'Neill's hard cock in his mouth. He sucked and nibbled its length and looked up at Jack.

His head thrashed from side to side and the tears ran freely down his face. Mehta smiled to himself during his ministrations, although Jack was oblivious to everything save his own frustration.

The big jaffa ceased his attention to Jack's cock and balls and gathered the frustrated man into his arms. He reached to a small bedside table and tipped some liquid from a small decanter into a golden cup, then filled the cup with wine and brought it to the sobbing man's lips.

"Drink, you will feel better" Jack sputtered then drank, gulping loudly.

"More?" Mehta smiled as the cup was emptied. Jack hiccupped and nodded trying to restore his breathing to more normal through his sobs. Mehta repeated the same motions, refilling the cup with the two liquids and helping it to Jack's lips where it was quickly drained. Jack's head swam with sensation and the taste and smell of flowers.

Mehta began stroking Jack's engorged cock again, whispering softly in his ear the whole time. Jack writhed under his touch, completely unaware of anything but his own raw need. He squirmed and pushed into the hand that stroked him, lifting a leg to allow Mehta increased access. His breathing became more erratic, his body one taut string being played to perfection by the wily jaffa.

"Enough, I wish to watch you stroke yourself." Mehta hissed as he moved Jack's hands to replace his. Jack opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on the face of the jaffa and began stroking himself, short, hard desperate strokes. Mehta's hands cradled his face, then moved to his neck, rubbing and squeezing. Jack threw his head back and opened his mouth, gasping in pleasure. Mehta watched the action in front of him, waiting for his cue. Then, as Jack's balls drew up in anticipation of release, Mehta closed his big hands around the long throat and squeezed.

Part 4

Sam shook Daniel's shoulder while speaking softly to him.

"Daniel, come on. Time to get up, now. The General wants to see us in the briefing room."

"Ja-ack?" Daniel reached out and grabbed the hand that shook him.

"No, Daniel, it's Sam. You need to wake up now, the General wants us."

"Sorry, Sam." Daniel's voice reflected his disappointment.

"What's up?" He ran his hands through his hair and reached for his glasses, quickly trying to hide the shirt-covered pillow with the jacket that had covered him.

"Teal'c's back with Bratac and they might have information on Jack. We have a meeting with General Hammond in the briefing room in ten minutes."

"Okay, I'm up. What do you mean Teal'c's back? Where did he go? How long have I been asleep?" Daniel's face itched and he put his hand up to scratch, he was surprised at the growth of beard he discovered.

"What day is it?" Daniel glared at Carter.

"It's Thursday afternoon, Daniel. Janet insisted we let you sleep. In fact she'll probably kill me if she finds out I woke you up. But I figured you'd kill me if I didn't. So, either way." She shrugged her shoulders and turned to leave the room. "Go, splash some water on your face. I'll get you coffee on my way and meet you there in ten." She started through the door.

"Sam, Sam, wait!" Daniel half shouted.

Carter turned in her tracks and faced him.

"Thanks, for waking me."

Sam smiled at him "You're welcome, just remember I'm hiding behind you if Janet's there."

"Anytime, Sam. Anytime" He headed for the bathroom.

 

The briefing was intimate. Teal'c had asked that Hammond only include SG1 and Janet Fraiser. Hammond complied knowing that Teal'c would not even have asked if the news were good.

They took seats silently, no one daring to take O'Neill's customary seat next to Hammond. Carter sat down with two lidded Styrofoam cups in front of her, feeling conspicuous. Hammond looked around the table and brought the meeting to order, just as a disheveled Daniel Jackson rushed into the room.

Jackson quickly apologized for his tardiness and took a seat next to Sam. She put both cups in front of him and was rewarded by a laser-like glare from Fraiser.

Hammond turned to Bratac.

"Thank you for coming, Master Bratac. I understand that you may have some information for us on Colonel O'Neill's whereabouts."

All eyes turned to the old Jaffa Master and he nodded.

"I do, Hammond of Texas, I only wish it were better news."

Daniel panicked.

"You know where Jack is? You know who's taken him? Is he all right? How can we get him back?"

"Doctor Jackson." Hammond turned to the archeologist extending his hand down the conference table as if to reach Daniel's hand to comfort him.

".please be calm. Master Bratac will answer our questions, be patient."

"I'm sorry, general. My apologies Master Bratac, I did not mean to interrupt you." Daniel was contrite.

"You are correct to be worried DanielJackson. The O'Neill is in grave danger if the Demon Ravana has him; and not just from the Demon himself. Ravana's First Prime is as much a monster as is the Demon. Many good Jaffa have been lost to his vile ways."

Hammond looked at Teal'c as if for explanation. Teal'c just turned to Bratac and said simply, "Tell them the rest."

Bratac nodded and began.

"When I was a young warrior, some from my village were recruited to serve the Demon Ravana. He was greatly feared and those that were selected knew that if they did not serve him they would not live to serve another. His First Prime went through the village and picked the handsomest youth and men, stripping them to examine them before selecting. Only the best endowed were selected. These were given a special drink to make them. cooperative. One of those selected told me later that the drink was called 'raztatra' and is instantly addicting. It is how Ravana keeps his power over his jaffa, they are forced to serve him or their raztatra is withheld."

"What's it made from." Fraiser started to question the old jaffa, but Hammond stopped her.

"They'll be plenty of time for questions when we're done. Continue, please, Master Bratac." He nodded to Bratac.

Bratac nodded back and resumed.

"Ravana and his First Prime Mehta have. shall we say.unusual, appetites. Ravana's jaffa serve these appetites. or die. Mehta was once a jaffa as Teal'c and I, but after he was no longer able to obtain a prim'ta, Ravana made him a host. His Goua'ld demon has further perversions. Their perversions make them outcasts even from the Goua'ld, who will have as little as possible to do with them. Between the Raztatra and the Soma they control an entire army of slaves."

"Wait, Master Bratac, what is this Soma you just mentioned?" Daniel held his right hand up as if to stop the Jaffa master from proceeding.

"Ahh, Soma is as dangerous as the raztatra, it arouses and heightens arousal. It has other properties as well, however, I am not familiar with all of them. If they are using the raztatra on O'Neill then the human is indeed in great peril for none have as yet survived addiction to the raztatra."

"There must be something we can do? General?" Daniel's gaze shifted to Hammond, imploring a resolution.

"Master Bratac, do you know where this Goua'ld would have taken Colonel O'Neill?" Hammond asked the elderly Jaffa.

"I do. It is likely he would take him to his home world of Lanka."

"And do you have any idea where Lanka is?" Hammond knew that a jaffa would reveal nothing without a direct question.

"I do not know exactly where it is. I do know where it has been reported to be. But there is no Chappaii on Lanka. It would require transportation."

"Major. Why don't you try to get a hold of your father and see if our Tokra allies can give us any assistance? Doctor. Why don't you see if you and Doctor Jackson can get any further information on these two drugs from the natives of P5R-267, maybe there's an antidote or something? Teal'c, when you return from Chulak, maybe you can join them."

"I will, GeneralHammond." Teal'c nodded.

"I will not be returning to Chulak." Bratac interrupted "I wish to participate in the search for the O'Neill."

"You've already given us a great deal of help, Master Bratac. I couldn't ask you to participate in greater depth." Hammond was sincere.

"The O'Neill is my friend as well. We have fought together many times. I owe him no less than my life, it is my choice."

Hammond saw the defiance in the old jaffa's eyes and refused the argument. "All right, Master Bratac. It is good to have you with us, and thank you. All right people, let's get to work, dismissed." Hammond rose and headed for his office. He had a missing in action report to file; he just didn't have the heart to break it to SG1 yet.

 

"My Lord Ravana, I am convinced the Tauri does not know the location of the archive. He would have told me by now if he did." Mehta bowed low before Ravana; the Demon looked up from his meal and smiled at Mehta.

"Then give him to Nurti, I tire of this pettiness."

"My Lord may I request a boon?" Mehta spoke in the resonating tone of a Goua'ld now, standing straight and looking the Demon in the face.

"You want him? Don't you, Mehta?"

"Yes, my lord Ravana. I do." Mehta bowed his head slightly.

"It is not like you to ask a boon, Mehta. Does this Tauri please you that much?" Ravana turned in his chair now to face his First Prime, his curiosity aroused. He motioned to the chair at the other side of the table with a sweeping gesture, inviting Mehta to sit.

Mehta made his way to the chair, bowing as he passed in front of the Demon, then took the offered seat.

"Yes, my lord. He pleases me a great deal." Mehta responded.

"Tell me, Mehta, does his throat already carry the marks of your enjoyment?" Ravana laughed out loud then smiled at his jaffa.

Mehta looked Ravana in the face and smiled.

"Yes, my lord. He can no longer finish any other way."

"Ahh, Mehta! You are too predictable you know? But I will grant you this boon. You have served us long and well and ask very little. I have no love for Nurti anyway. He is yours. Have him marked and brought to us to sample this delicacy that so heightens your pleasures." Ravana smiled at Mehta and waved him off.

Mehta rose and bowed low. "Thank you, my lord Ravana. I will see to it immediately." Then left the room.

Mehta returned to his quarters to find O'Neill had been washed and was chained to the freshly made bed. Jagan stood guard in the corner by the door and bowed as Mehta entered.

"Jagan, my lord Ravana wishes the Tauri marked and brought to him. Have everything prepared." Mehta walked to the large table by the hearth and poured some amber liquid in a cup, filled the cup with wine, and turned towards the glassy eyed man sitting on the floor, chained to the foot of the bed.

"Here, my pet, you must be thirsty. Drink this." He brought the cup to Jack's lips and he began to drink. "I see they have showed you your place." Gesturing to the small pallet that Jack now occupied on the floor next to the bed. "You see, you are not allowed to be on the bed unless I invite you. In time, when you learn your place, the chains will no longer be necessary." Mehta sat on the bottom corner of the bed and petted Jack's head.

"Now, while we wait for Jagan to prepare, I feel the need of your mouth." The big jaffa started to undo his breeches in the front. Jack put the empty cup down on the floor, and stiffly shifted on his pallet to kneel between the jaffa's legs. His hands still manacled together and attached by a short chain to the bottom of the bed, he barely had enough room to reach the jaffa's now erect and jutting cock. He opened his mouth and engulfed the head of the massive cock, cradling its base and the large testicles in his palms, as if in prayer. Mehta closed his eyes and sighed, then opened them and looked down at O'Neill with a smile. Combing both of his hands through the soft gray strands, still damp from bathing, Mehta grabbed the back of O'Neill's head and thrust his hips forward ramming his cock down the man's throat.

O'Neill gagged and choked, panicked. Mehta pulled out slightly and thrust in again, forcing his whole length into the gagging man's mouth and throat.

Tears ran down Jack's face as the rape of his throat continued, trying to breathe between thrusts. Somehow he managed to dilate his throat just enough that the gagging diminished and Mehta's full cock was accepted without much discomfort. Mehta held the back of Jack's head and stood, requiring Jack to stretch upwards in his kneeling position, then began to increase the speed of his thrusts. Fucking hard and fast he neared his release, stilling Jack's head, face pressed against his pubic bone, he came in great spurts pouring down the man's throat. As he softened, he released Jack's head and resumed his seat.

"Clean me and put away your toy for now" he smiled. Jack sniffed and began to lick the Jaffa's cock and balls clean, his face still wet with tears.

"We must do something about all that noise you make and these tears."

Mehta wiped at Jack's cheek with one thumb. "This should be a pleasure for you. Not painful." Mehta looked up as Jack finished putting his flaccid organ away and secured his breeches. Jagan entered the room bowing.

"All is prepared my master."

"Jagan, we need to train my pet to be able to swallow all of his toy without gagging. Come, pet." Mehta stood ad unlocked the short chain that held the manacled man to the foot of the bed.

"I will see to it my master, as soon as we finish the marking." Jagan approached and took the length of chain from Mehta and headed for the door, O'Neill in tow with Mehta following closely behind him. They were joined by a small detachment of jaffa as escort in the hallway.

Part 5

"Master Bratac, what can you tell us of this drug, raztatra?" Janet Fraiser was desperate for any information about the drug that might give her a clue as to O'Neill's condition.

"All I know, doctor, is that it is made from the relos flower and it steals good men's souls." The old jaffa Master looked sad but Fraiser had the feeling he wasn't telling her something, so she continued to question him, hoping for more details.

"And it is administered as a drink?"

"Yes, usually mixed with wine, but it can be given alone." Bratac tried to turn away from her questioning but the petite doctor took his forearm to hold him in place.

"Please, Master Bratac, I feel as though there is something important that you aren't telling me. I need to know everything you know about this drug to help Colonel O'Neill once we find him and bring him back here." Janet's face was sad but determined.

"We will find the O'Neill and return him here, but you will not be able to help him, and he will die. At least he will die with some dignity and not as a sex..ahhh. slave of Ravana. He will die as a free man."

"NO! He won't die. I won't let him die!" Daniel was in the old jaffa's face, finger poking Bratac in the chest to emphasize his point.

"DanielJackson, this will not help O'Neill" Teal'c grabbed Daniel's hands and interposed himself between the old jaffa and the irate archeologist.

"Teal'c's right Daniel. Becoming upset at Bratac isn't going to help us here." Janet's voice was softer and she laid her hand on the angry man's cheek to comfort him.

"I am sorry for my outburst Bratac. I just don't believe that the situation is hopeless. I can't believe that. I won't write Jack off as a dead man, ever." Daniel was calmer but just as firm.

Bratac looked at the firm, defiant set in the jaw in front of him and said

"You are a good friend to the O'Neill. He will have need of a good friend when he returns from Lanka. If anyone can restore his soul to him, you can."

Carter knocked at the door to General Hammond's office and waited for the answer came to enter before she opened the door.

"Come in, Major. Have you spoken with our Tokra friends?" He waved her to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

"Yes, sir. I spoke with my father and he and a few others should be here later today. They are trying to get the Council to allow them a ship for transport, since this planet has no Stargate. Just waiting for word from Garshaw."

"Well, I'm surprised they came to a decision so quick. They aren't usually so eager to help." Hammond was genuinely surprised.

"I don't think Dad and Selmak gave them much choice. From the way dad sounded it seems it was an 'or else' situation." Carter was still surprised herself. She really expected much more of an argument out of the Tokra.

"I'm sorry to say this, sir, but it's not like the Tokra to agree to anything that quickly. I can't help but be somewhat suspicious. Even if it is my father we're talking about." Sam looked down at her hands folded in her lap, reluctant to meet Hammond's eyes.

"It's all right, Major. I know what you mean. They don't generally jump to help when it puts Tokra lives at stake and does nothing to aid their cause."

"Unl. unless, it DOES somehow aid their cause!" Carter looked up at the General wide-eyed. "There must be something else to this. I can't believe they've just had a moment of altruism. It's just not how they operate." Carter was on a roll now; there was no stopping her.

Hammond held up a restraining hand in an attempt to momentarily de-rail her train of thought.

"Major, you are talking about our allies here." he said stoically.

"I know sir, but." she interrupted.

".and your Father." He finished.

"I know sir, but they just don't work like this, ever."

"Then, Major, I suggest you uncover their ulterior motive as quietly as possible." Carter rose to leave.

".And Major, try not to step on too many toes." Hammond smiled. She was a women on a mission now; there would be no stopping her uncovering the truth.

"Thank you, sir."

"Dismissed, Major."

"Yes sir." She turned and left the office, closing the door quietly behind her.

 

Fiery pain ripped through every part of him, he struggled to the surface, hearing the mumbling around him slowly turning into voices. Like listening through mud, the words made no sense. He opened his eyes to see Mehta smiling down at him, caressing his face.

"It will all be over soon, then you can rest. You just need to be still a while longer then we can remove the restraints."

Jack's head lifted just slightly, enough to see the old man bending over his groin with a knife, enough to completely terrify him. In his panic he started to hyperventilate and sob.

"He must be still or all will be lost here." The old man looked up at Mehta.

"Jagan, more raztatra. Wait a little old man. If you mark him falsely, I will be carving a snack for the dogs from your groin." Mehta hissed.

Jagan brought another cup of the raztatra and wine mixture to where Mehta held Jack's head cradled in his lap. Mehta held the cup to O'Neill's lips and leaned down to whisper encouragements for the distraught man to drink.

"It will ease the pain and help you to sleep till this is over." He said.

Jack emptied the cup in two swallows, allowing the smell and taste of flowers to wash over him and sweep him back under the blanket of mud.

"Now, you may proceed, old man, and I warn you to finish quickly and with care. Is the gold melted, Jagan?" He turned his attentions to the jaffa leaning over a small iron pot being tended by another old man.

"Yes, my master. The gold is ready." Jagan looked to Mehta nodding.

"I am finished, my lord Mehta." The old man looked up from his bloody work and wiped his round knife on the rag he held in his other hand. Then tried to keep the blood cleared from his work long enough for Mehta to examine the job he had done.

"These Tauri bleed a lot, my lord. It was difficult to see what I was doing." The old man kept dabbing at his handiwork with the rag in an attempt to stop the blood flow. "Perhaps if you poured some raztatra on the wound it would stem the blood flow." He suggested.

Mehta nodded and motioned for Jagan to do just that. Jagan trickled the amber liquid directly from the decanter onto the wound and the blood flow stopped.

"He can be pierced after the marking, he will probably be unconscious for some time." The old man offered.

Mehta nodded and then said "Get on with it."

The old man nodded and donned thick gloves, picking up a small iron decanter that the other old man had just filled with the molten gold. Then he turned back towards Mehta and the restrained unconscious man he held.

 

The klaxons sounded an off world activation and the defense teams took up their positions in the gate room a moment later. When the Tokra IDC was recognized, the iris opened to allow Jacob Carter to enter the gate room.

He walked down the ramp to greet his daughter who stood unsmiling at the base of the ramp. He wrapped his arms around the unhappy woman and gave her a hug.

"Hi, Sam. How you holding up?" He held her at arm's length and looked into her tired eyes.

"I could be better, Dad. I'm glad to see the Tokra are willing to help us on this rescue mission. I thought they'd put up an argument." Then she got right to the point.

"What's going on, Dad? You guys don't ever help us without a fight. Why is this mission different? And don't give me that 'Jack O'Neill is my good friend' crap cause I don't believe a word of it." She stood up straight and looked her father right in the eye, daring him to lie.

"Sam, Jack O'Neill IS my good friend." Sam glared at him.

"Wrong answer, Dad" She started to turn on her heel and leave. Jacob reached out, taking her upper arm to stop her.

"Sam, don't do this. Talk to me."

"I will, Dad, when you're ready to be honest with us. The Tokra have never been philanthropists before, why now? What's in it for you?" She glared at him again.

Jacob Carter gave a deep sigh and nodded, allowing the Tokra Selmak to speak for himself and the other Tokra.

The symbiote's voice was resonant. "I am deeply hurt that you would think your father capable of such a deception, Samantha"

"He never used to be, Selmak. Not till he joined the Tokra." Carter's face was sad now, her disappointment obvious.

 

Hammond sat in his customary seat at the briefing room table with Jacob Carter occupying the seat to his immediate left. Sam debated with herself briefly about not taking the Colonel's customary seat. Then, figuring it would be too hard to explain the empty chair at a briefing for three, she sat it in anyway, feeling guilty.

"Thank you for coming so quickly, Jacob. Although I cannot help but wonder why the Tokra agreed to help us so readily with a rescue mission."

The voice that answered was Selmak's "Samantha has already pointed that out to us very clearly. It is very simple, we want Ravana's rule ended. We have come to believe that the people of Lanka tire of his and his First Prime's tyranny and constant abuses, and may be willing to help us eliminate him and those jaffa still faithful to him. We have not managed to infiltrate his jaffa, they are all raztatra addicted and we were unwilling to sacrifice a Tokra life to that addiction. There is, however, a large underground movement to overthrow Ravana and Mehta that may be willing to help us. With this mission we may be able to, as Jacob says, kill two birds with one stone."

"We don't want to kill this particular bird, Selmak, we want to rescue him." Sam couldn't contain herself any longer. "This mission is about a rescue not a coup d'etat. You start an all out civil war on that planet and Colonel O'Neill will be one of the first to die. We wanted to go in quickly and precisely, a grab and go, before they knew what hit them. You're talking about all but announcing our intentions to Ravana, how much of a chance do you think that will give the Colonel?"

Hammond, who had been sitting quietly, now echoed Sam's concern.

"She's right, Selmak. O'Neill won't stand a chance if you go in there guns blazing. I'm afraid I can't go along with your plan." He sighed and sat back the memory of Jack O'Neill's voice saying, "A snake is still a snake, I don't trust them," came to the front of his mind.

" I am sorry, General Hammond, this is the only way the Tokra will participate. Without our transport, you have no rescue mission. There is no Stargate on Lanka."

Samantha Carter's mouth fell open and she looked from Hammond to the body of her father sitting in front of her with disgust.

"I can't believe you'd just take your ship and go home! Dad? Dad? What did you say about all this?" her eyes implored her Father to see reason.

Selmak nodded and a very upset Jacob Carter surfaced.

"I said the same things you did, Sam, but I was overruled. They mean it, Selmak and I are under orders to return to the council immediately if the SGC declines to assist us." He was sad and ashamed to coerce his friends into another Tokra plot.

Hammond was angry. He stood and started to walk to his office, then, always the gentleman he turned to Jacob Carter and said "You will excuse us for a moment, Jacob. Major, my office."

Sam, still glaring at her father, stood so quickly the chair shot out from behind her and hit the wall. As she closed the office door, she shot her father another look with daggers for eyes.

Jacob Carter folded his hands in front of him and looking down at them spoke out loud to his symbiote, something completely unnecessary as he and Selmak shared consciousness. He seldom did this, using verbal communication only for emphasis.

"I sure as hell hope this works, Selmak, or the Tokra have lost me my daughter."

Part 6

Jack swam up through the mud again; the fog replaced by flames the closer to the surface he got. He moaned and a cool cloth wiped his face, a soft voice whispering in his ear. "You are well, the pain will pass, shhh, rest now."

A heat like the sun burned his entire groin, as if he had been fried. Then, just as suddenly, the intense heat was replaced by burning cold, and he opened one eye just enough to see a young boy placing a cloth in a water filled bowl and wringing pink water from it. The cycle began again as the compress applied to his groin was exchanged for the other, now cool, cloth.

He looked up into Mehta's concerned face and whimpered

"It burns." His eyes tearing with the pain.

"Shh, I know, my love. It will pass, soon" Mehta stroked his face.

"My lord, the old man is back with the fittings." Jagan announced from the doorway.

"Send him in, Jagan."

The old man bowed low to the first prime and approached the bedside carrying a covered tray.

"First apply the herb paste, he is in pain. Then you may apply the fittings" Mehta's voice was full of concern.

"Yes, my lord." The old man handed the tray to the boy, who held it out with both hands.

Removing the cloth, cover the old man picked up a small earthenware bowl and using a ceramic looking spatula, dipped out a generous dollop of a green paste, which he applied to the burned area of O'Neill's groin. O'Neill jumped as the cold paste hit the burned area, then stilled as the paste began to work. The old man covered the paste with a thick wad of cloth.

As the burning receded, other pains surfaced, making Jack queasy and dizzy. He closed his eyes against the pain briefly but opened them again as his balls were roughly handled by coarse hands.

"Gently, old man, if you wish to keep your hands." Mehta warned "He has had enough pain for one day. I warn you, give him no more than is necessary, or it will be the last you inflict."

"I am sorry, my lord Mehta, but there is much swelling, pain is unavoidable." The old man trembled.

"Then make it as quick as possible. wait I have a better idea. You, boy." he motioned to the young man who had been changing the cold cloths before and now held the tray.

"Put down that tray and pleasure him with your mouth." Mehta instructed.

The boy turned and sat the tray atop the basin of water and turned back towards the recumbent man.

"First, Jagan, the soma." Mehta motioned to his jaffa standing behind the old man.

Jagan approached with the cup of Soma and wine and handed it to Mehta.

"Here my love drink this, it will ease this time and allow you to enjoy what I have for you." He held the cup to Jack's lips and tilted it as he drank, then handed it back to Jagan and kissed Jack deeply exploring his mouth with his tongue.

Mehta came up from the kiss and motioned to the boy.

"Now you may pleasure him." Mehta watched the young man go down on Jack's flaccid cock and marveled at how responsive these Tauri were to the Soma as the boy pulled back, opening his mouth wider at the quickly engorging organ. Jack moaned and rolled his head on Mehta's lap. He moaned again and felt Mehta's hardening erection beneath his head. He turned his face into the big jaffa's crotch, seeking Mehta's erection with his mouth.

Mehta smiled up at Jagan. "See how quickly he has learned, Jagan, from where his pleasure comes." Jagan smiled and nodded. Mehta shifted slightly and began to unfasten his breeches, allowing Jack access to his swelling cock. When Mehta freed his erection, Jack engulfed him immediately, sucking as if his next breath depended on it.

"See how eager he is to please me, Jagan. He knows that only I can bring him to his release." Mehta closed his eyes and rolled his head as Jack sucked and nibbled his cock like a starving man looking for sustenance.

The boy continued his ministrations to Jack's dripping erection, sucking as hard as he could, trying to bring him to his peak. Jack conveyed the boy's enthusiasm through his mouth to Mehta's cock. It didn't take long for Mehta to respond by filling Jack's throat with his hot seed. Jack sucked him dry then licked him clean. Mehta smiled down at the man now thrashing with frustration in his lap.

"Do you wish release, my love?"

Jack whimpered and nodded, tears again running freely down his face.

"Stop, boy." Mehta ordered. The young man stopped immediately. Mehta looked at the young man's awakening erection and said simply "Ride him."

The young man nodded and squatted astride Jack, lowering himself onto the erect cock, taking it all in one motion with a small gasp. Then he began to move; up- till only the head of Jack's cock was inside him, and down- fully impaling himself. Setting up a rhythm, his own cock dripping pre cum, he rode with his eyes closed, his face transfigured.

Jack still thrashed in Mehta's lap. Mehta crooned to him "Do you wish me to give you release, my love?"

Jack nodded.

"You must ask me for it my love, I am busy watching this child ride you. He is nearly ready for his release as well."

"Please." Jack choked out.

"Please, what?" Mehta looked up and back at the boy, now frantic in his pace. The sound of wet skin slapping wet skin the only other sound in the room.

"Please, master, I beg you to give me release." Jack's voice broke with the words.

Mehta smiled and looked down "Of course, my love." As his hands closed around Jack's throat, the boy stilled in his ride and came in great spurts that covered Jack's chest and belly, and then he resumed his motion.

Jack felt his cock explode into fireworks as the fireworks went off in his brain. Once again, he could taste his own orgasm, briefly, as he lost consciousness. The young man leaned up allowing Jack's now flaccid organ to slap wetly onto his belly, then got off the bed and picked up the tray holding it out to the old man now moving into position.

"Now, old man, and make it quick." Mehta instructed.

 

Major General George Hammond did not like having his decisions made for him but after years in the military he was used to it. He got the feeling that this was going to be a very costly operation. He sighed and hung up the red phone, looking Major Carter straight in the eye.

"Well, Major, I'm afraid the decision has been made for us. I am ordered to assist the Tokra in any way necessary." Hammond looked sad and defeated.

"But. don't they know what that will do to our chances of getting the Colonel back alive?" Carter was clearly upset that the rescue mission was now only a secondary objective.

"Colonel O'Neill has made one or two very powerful, enemies in Washington, Major, some very close to the President. Close enough to influence his decision in this matter. I am no happier than you are; but we now have our orders."

"This will virtually sign the Colonel's death warrant, sir"

"Well, Major, we are going to have to do our best to see that it doesn't, aren't we?" Hammond commented.

"Yes, sir, we'll think of something." She paused, and then "I would request, sir, that you be the one to break the news to Teal'c when he and Daniel return from P5R-267, he's going to be very unhappy. I'll tell Daniel."

"I think unhappy is a big understatement, Major. I'll talk to Teal'c. Now we should go tell Selmak that the Tokra have once again gotten their way at our expense." Hammond stood and walked around his desk to Carter's side.

Carter nodded sadly "Let's just hope the Colonel isn't the one that has to pay the price."

"I think we all pray that he doesn't, Major."

 

He shifted on his pallet, stiff and uncomfortable. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus on where he was as the world around him melted into view. One of the two jaffa standing guard at the door turned and left the room when they saw him wake, returning a few moments later with Jagan.

"Ahh, Tauri, you are finally awake. You have been asleep a long time, my master was becoming concerned you would not recover at all." Jagan motioned to the two boys who followed him.

"Clean him and prepare him for my lord Ravana." He ordered.

The two boys bowed at the waist and moved forward where another jaffa was already unchaining O'Neill from the bed.

When he stood and tried to walk, his balls ached and something dangled between his legs, pulling on his scrotum. He followed the boys into a tiled adjacent room; he was assisted to lie on his back on a low table, the mirrored ceiling allowing him to witness his own preparation.

One boy filled a large sunken bath, adding fragrant oils to the water. The other worked from a small table at O'Neill's feet applying a green paste to the burn on O'Neill's groin. The first boy joined him in assisting the stiff and sore man to turn over. Then he moved to the head of the table and offered soothing words to the man as the second boy inserted a tube into Jack's abused anus. The solution was warm and surprising soothing, till the cramping began in his belly. As he started to struggle against the hands holding the tube in his rectum, a jaffa moved into position, weapon at the ready.

"You must take all of it and hold it to you are allowed to expel it or we will be forced to do it again and again till you do." The boy spoke close to his ear but loud enough for all to hear. "We will insert a plug to help you to retain the fluid, if you are not capable of doing it yourself. It is painful but it does help."

"No. I can.I can do it myself." Jack sobbed, between panting breaths.

"You will receive one of these everyday. They help to repair any tears and prevent infection. They also keep you cleaned inside so you are always ready for my lord Mehta or Ravana's attention. We all get them, you will become used to it in time." The boy petted the gray head and held out his hand.

"Use the plug." Jagan said from the doorway. "That way he will know what happens if he won't hold it himself."

"Yes, my lord Jagan." The boy with the tube reached back around to the table picking up a large hard black flat-ended knob.

"Put the plug down, boy." The voice was Mehta's "Jagan, you overstep your bounds. Perhaps you have forgotten what it is like to be so filled?" A hard smile took Jagan's breath away.

"No, my lord Mehta. It was merely meant to enlighten the Tauri." Jagan looked nervous now.

"Well, Jagan, since the Tauri is being prepared for Ravana, I have need of another to lighten my mood."

"My lord?" The first boy spoke from the bottom of the table, having finished his duty. "He has need to expel the solution now."

"Go." Mehta said waving the two boys to assist Jack to the stool to expel the contents of his now very cramped bowels.

Jack stood slowly, then moved quickly to the stool and sat down to relieve his cramped bowels, mindless of his audience.

"Jagan, I would have you now, across the Tauri's lap." Mehta was matter of fact and began to loosen his breeches in front.

Jagan was horrified. It had been a long time since he had been subjected to this form of treatment from Mehta. He was more used to inflicting this kind of debasement than receiving it. He removed his breeches quickly knowing that if Mehta meant to punish him, it would be worse if he were slow.

He moved towards the stool where Jack sat relieving himself and laid across his lap, Mehta moved up behind him and laid his hand on Jagan's lower back.

"Are you watching, my pet?" he asked Jack who was surprised to have his lap suddenly filled with the chest of a large jaffa, naked from the waist down and butt high in the air.

"Oil, boy, I require oil." Mehta said and one boy moved back to the table and brought a small urn of oil that he then poured between Jagan's buttocks.

Mehta's penetration required much effort and its force was reflected on the hapless Jagan's face, in spite of his best efforts to hide it from the witnesses in the room.

Mehta thrust hard till he was finally fully sheathed in the jaffa's body. Then, grabbing the man around the hips, he set up a more rhythmic and determined pace. The first prime looked down at the body laying across O'Neill's lap and saw that O'Neill had begun to stroke the hair and face of the discomforted man. He smiled down at O'Neill and continued to watch him while mercilessly screwing his lieutenant. Mehta stilled and came, then pulled out and stepped back.

"You may clean me now, Jagan." The jaffa stood back, watching Jagan come to his feet, then kneel in front of him. Jagan reached out to one of the boys but before he could request a cloth Mehta added,

"With your mouth." Completing the humiliation of his lieutenant.

Jagan gently licked the blood streaked flaccid member, handling it carefully, to prevent angering Mehta any further. Then when he was finished, he stayed kneeling, waiting for more instructions.

"Remember, Jagan, the Tauri was given to me by our Lord Ravana, and I alone say what is and is not done to him"

"Yes, my master." Were the only words Jagan uttered. His head still bowed.

"You may resume your place." Mehta said and Jagan scrambled to dress in an attempt to regain his dignity.

"Finish preparing him quickly" Mehta said to the two boys "Much time has been lost with this foolishness and my lord Ravana grows impatient to see my pet." Mehta turned and swept from the room as the boys walked O'Neill to the tub.

He was bathed and shaved, the stubble removed from both his face and genitals. He was rubbed with fragrant oils and large rings that held a series of small bells were inserted in the holes in his nipples. He watched as the boys, handling him carefully, inserted the large ring through the hole pierced in his scrotum and a somewhat smaller ring was threaded through the hole in the end of his penis.

Then the chains were attached a small, fine gold chain from one nipple ring to the other, only the slightest of arcs where another slightly heavier chain hung from its middle. This short heavier chain attached to the ring in the end of the penis, holding it straight up against Jack's abdomen. It was immediately uncomfortable as the heavy organ pulled on the chain hanging from the nipple rings.

"Shhh, you will be accustomed to the weight, it is only uncomfortable now because your nipples are still tender from the piercing." One boy soothingly said. Then another chain was dropped through the ring in the end of Jack's penis and attached to the large scrotal ring this chain was long and ended in a loop.

"You will be led by this chain. You must pay attention to whoever has the chain and move quickly. If they pull too hard or too much it will cause you great pain and perhaps injury. Do you understand?" The youth looked into the vacant eyes unable to determine if he'd even been heard.

"Yes." Came the flat reply.

He was led, by the chain, into the other room where Mehta waited to inspect the results. He stroked his face while fingering the tiny bells on one nipple ring, and then kissed him while toying with the scrotal ring.

"Very nice, very nice indeed." Mehta glanced at the boys "You have done your work well." Then turning to Jagan he said "Send in the old man to remove his manacles and seal these chains."

Jagan nodded and went to the door, ushering in the old man and his tool kit.

Part 7

It had been four weeks since Jack O'Neill had been taken during SG1's mission to P5R-267 and everyone was concerned that with each passing day his rescue became more and more unlikely.

Daniel Jackson was grateful to be with the rescue team; it had taken much talking and pleading for Hammond to allow him to participate. Hammond only finally agreed when Janet Fraiser informed him that Daniel could prove valuable to the team if, in the throes of addiction, O'Neill didn't recognize his rescuers. Hammond doubted it would actually come to that. He felt that with the Tokra takeover the rescue mission would be a bust and they, if lucky, would be able to return O'Neill's body for burial rites. He would never verbalize those feelings, knowing that SG1 had pulled off more than one miracle.

Daniel sat on the floor in the cargo bay away from the other participants in this little adventure, examining the pattern of lines and whirls on his palms. He had tired of watching the marines clean and check their weapons and Fraiser going over protocols with her small med staff. The peltac offered no diversion either, as the Carters, father and daughter had little to say to each other, the conversation limited to necessity only and even that with a sharp edge. Teal'c and Bratac spent much time in kel'noreem and training exercises with the SG3 marines and SG2 and 5 discussing tactics and jaffa fighting techniques. He felt out of place and useless, his guilt reflected in every face that looked at him.

Louis Ferretti sat down next to him, patting his hand softly.

"You've been real quiet, Daniel, are you all right?"

Daniel looked at the hand and up the arm to Ferrretti's face.

"Yeah, Lou, I'm okay."

Ferretti shook his head, "Well, you don't act okay, Daniel, something on your mind?"

"More like something on my conscience, actually" Daniel replied glad to finally have it out in the open.

"What do you mean, Daniel? You can't possibly blame yourself for Jack's capture? You had nothing to do with it, it wasn't your fault."

"It was my fault, Lou. I was the one that had to go to the old temple. Jack wanted us to come back before dark, I insisted on staying the night and visiting the old temple in the morning. I played right into their hands and gave them Jack." Daniel looked Ferretti in the eyes and Louis thought the man would burst into tears at any moment.

"No one blames you Daniel, you have to see that?" Louis slipped an arm around the upset man. "Jack wouldn't have stayed if he didn't want to."

"I forced him into staying." Daniel choked out.

"Excuse me, Daniel. But I've never known anyone to be able to force Jack O'Neill into anything he didn't want to do, unless you had a gun to his head.

Did you?"

"No, of course not. But I goaded him into staying and got him captured."

"Daniel." Louis shook his head. "I know you won't believe this until you hear it from the man himself, but, it wasn't your fault."

"I just hope I have that opportunity, Lou. I really hope so." Daniel put his head down on his arms, knees drawn up, shutting everyone out.

Ferretti shook his head and got up, wondering if maybe Carter would have better luck with Daniel than he did.

 

When the old man was finished this time, the leg manacles and wrist manacles were replaced by heavy gold bracelets and welded shut, allowing them to be used as both restraints and decorations. The heavy neckband was also cut off and replaced with a round thick necklace, large enough to move freely around the neck, but too small to be able to be removed without cutting.

Mehta stood back and admired his pet briefly then moved to the table where he poured generous amounts of both raztatra and soma into a large chalice and added a little wine. Then he took the chalice to O'Neill and gave it to him with instructions to finish it all.

O'Neill did as he was instructed and then returned the chalice to Mehta. The taste and smell of flowers again assaulted his senses and Mehta moved in to kiss him, fondling his cock, stirring in its golden harness. As O'Neill's interest awakened, his erection grew. When he was hard, Mehta nodded and Jagan moved in, clamping a jeweled cock ring at its base. The painful application made Jack cry out and buckle at the knees. Mehta steadied him before he fell and spoke soft words to him. Telling him he only needed to wear this during his time with Ravana, and it would be removed as soon as he came back to Mehta.

Stepping back again, Mehta took the end of the golden chain and reminded Jack that he needed to pay attention lest the pulling on his groin and nipples tear the rings out. Jack nodded and padded barefoot and naked after Mehta towards an audience with his new god.

Jack followed Mehta down several corridors trying to stay as close as possible to prevent increasing the tension on his still tender piercings. They paused outside of a set of large doors and Mehta turned to look at his pet.

"You must do everything Ravana wishes, my pet. If you do not please him, he will take you from me and I will be unable to protect you from his wrath. Do you understand?" He stroked Jack's cheek with the back of his hand. Jack swallowed hard and nodded, then followed Mehta through the big doors into the large hall. There were many jaffa around and a large group of important looking people, as well as many slaves, some naked, some dressed only in loin cloths, the women wearing filmy sheaths.

"Ah, Mehta, you finally bring us your new playmate." Ravana looked up from the discussion he was having with a well dressed, important looking man as Mehta approached with Jack in tow.

He looked Jack over standing and circling around the naked man. Then came back in front of Jack and fondled his balls, eliciting a groan.

"Bend him over let us see what he has to offer. Mehta put an arm around Jack's back and pushed down behind his neck, then Ravana motioned to an attendant to approach and he spread Jack's buttocks apart for Ravana's inspection.

"He seems particularly responsive to the Soma, my lord" Mehta offered.

"And is he responding to your.attentions, Mehta?" Ravana looked up at Mehta then back to the buttocks spread before him.

"Yes, my lord, he is responding well to .training." Mehta answered.

"Good, we will enjoy what he offers." Ravana motioned to the attendant holding Jack's buttocks open to insert his fingers into the unprepared man.

Jack groaned. The attendant removed his two fingers and inserted three and Jack groaned again. The attendant's fourth finger was inserted with a cry and an attempt to pull away from Jack. The attendant moved the four fingers in and out till Jack calmed and then added his thumb. Jack cried again and began to pant, as the attendant fist-fucked him at Ravana's bidding. Ravana moved around and looked down into Jack's face as he began to thrust himself back on the attendant's hand in counterpoint.

"He does seem to be enjoying himself, Mehta. It has been a long time since we have seen any quite this responsive." Ravana smiled and crooked a finger to another attendant he moved quickly towards him and fell to his knees. Ravana lifted his flowing robes over the man's head, effectively hiding him from the view of the court as he began to suck him off.

Ravana stared as the first attendant continued fisting Jack, then when he felt the urge, pushed away the head under his robes and moved around to the first attendant, signaling him to withdraw his fist. He then moved up, as the same attendant lifted his robes in front and taking the god's penis positioned its tip right in the center of Jack's now dilated anus. Mehta held Jack tight as Ravana lunged forward impaling the man in one stroke. His erect penis too large to be taken in one stroke by an undilated anus, Mehta was grateful the attendant had done such a good job preparing Jack for Ravana's giant erection.

Mehta supported Jack while Ravana plundered him. The blood ran freely down Jack's legs, every in stroke causing another small gush to be released. Then, finally, Ravana stilled and came with a great growl, spasming forward with every spurt into the torn rectum. He pulled out and was quickly cleaned and dried by two attendants before his robes were dropped and smoothed. He stood and watched the blood and semen running from the man in front of him, then walked up and patted Jack twice on the buttock. Looking at Mehta he said "I'm afraid he won't be as tight for you for a while, but I did enjoy that..." then turning to the room of people he said, "Would anyone else care to sample this one's wares? You, Counselor Elath, why don't you come here and sample this Tauri?" He looked directly at a well- heeled man in the front of the audience.

The Counselor knew it was not an offer but an order and moved to the center of the hall where Ravana stood next to a still bent over Jack. When he arrived there and started to lift his robes, a look from Ravana stopped him cold. Ravana instructed him to kneel behind the bent over man and clean him with his mouth. The humiliated Counselor moved up behind Jack and began to lick his anus clean of the dripping blood and cum.

Jack squirmed at the tongue stimulating him, and began to bear down to open to it, allowing a gush of semen mixed with blood to flow.

"Better get it all, Elath. You don't want the seed of your god to go to waste." Ravana sneered. Elath was having trouble just holding the hips of the man in front of him still, as Jack kept trying to thrust himself back on the invading tongue.

"He seems to like this a great deal, Mehta" Ravana laughed as Jack tried to ground his anus into the face sucking it. Elath came up for air gagging as another gush of bloody semen flowed from Jack's anus. Ravana spied someone in the crowd who was having trouble containing his laughter at Elath's discomfort. He motioned the man forward and ordered Elath to stop, allowing the new man to take over till he was satisfied that the flow of blood and semen had stopped.

Then Ravana motioned for the attendants to come forward and clean Jack with their bowls of water and soft cloths, while he took his seat back on his throne. When the attendants were finished, Ravana motioned for Mehta to come forward and stand next to his throne in his place as First Prime. Jack was allowed to stand at the other side of his god's throne where he could be fondled by the god while he attended to affairs of state. He jumped once when Ravana's hand touched the still sensitive area around the gold tattoo on his pubis just above his penis, where there used to be hair. Ravana looked at the tattoo and then at Mehta "The old man did a fine job with his marking, you should reward him."

"Yes, my lord, I will do so."

"And you are certain he has no knowledge of the location of the archive, Mehta?"

"Yes, my lord I am certain. The Asgaard seem to have erased that from his mind when they removed the implanted information." Mehta responded.

"All right, Mehta, he is yours. But I would have you change one thing."

"Yes, my lord Ravana. How can I please you?" Mehta asked

"Have all his fittings changed from gold to platinum, it will go much better with his hair color." Ravana smiled.

Mehta nodded then bowed deeply "As you wish, my lord Ravana."

"And Mehta, I may wish to borrow him from time to time, especially when the system lords come to visit. When they see the feared Tauri warrior as a pet, they will acquiesce to my requests more quickly."

Mehta smiled now, looking to the formerly dreaded Tauri warrior with lustful eyes as he stood quietly next to the demon with his eyes closed his erect cock being stroked softly. It was quite a difference from the man they had captured almost five weeks ago; he was now an entirely different man.

Next: Reckoning