The Commander's Discretion 2

Reckoning

by Euphrosyne

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ase/euphrosyne/discretion02.php
Summary: There are some Goa'uld even the System Lords shun. Daniel needs to know; Jack pays the price.

Part 1

While the others on board the Tokra ship settled into some sort of routine, Daniel did not succumb so easily. He found it hard to concentrate on anything, his guilt and self-recrimination driving him into a deep depression.

Janet tried to keep half an eye on the man to make sure he at least ate and slept. Teal'c and Carter were busy plotting strategies with the SG team leaders and the Tokra; besides, Sam was in her own emotional hell over her Father's complicity in the Tokra takeover of the former rescue mission.

Daniel was safely under everyone's radar except Janet's. She knew for a fact that he was avoiding her and usually sought him out for one thing or another. As they neared their destination, the planet Lanka, Janet figured she better have a real talk with the archeologist or he'd be the first in a body bag.

She found him sitting behind some crates in one of the cargo holds writing in his journal.

"Daniel, I've been looking for you."

"Why, Janet, if you thought I would throw myself out an airlock, I'm sorry to disappoint you." Daniel had looked up briefly then lowered his head and resumed writing.

"Daniel, why would you say such a thing? This isn't your fault; can't you get that through your head? None of us blame you, and I'm sure the Colonel wouldn't either." She moved next to him and slid down the wall to sit beside him, knees drawn up in an identical posture.

He closed the Journal as if afraid she would see what he'd written and then looked her in the eye.

"Oh please, I see the way everyone looks at me. They're just too kind to say anything, afraid to hurt my feelings, or get beat up by Teal'c or something."

"Daniel, no one thinks any thing of the kind. They look at you like that because they know the Colonel is your best friend and you must be hurting."

"Because it was my fault!" Daniel interrupted, then pulled off his glasses and began to rub at his reddening eyes. Janet slipped her arm around his shoulders and pulled him closer.

He pulled back and looked at her again. "And they know it could have been one of them." Daniel added. "If I can get Jack O'Neill captured, then they don't stand a chance. They could be next, any one of them. THAT'S why they look at me like that."

Janet shook her head, "No, Daniel, no one thinks that about you, everyone here trusts you or you wouldn't be here."

"That's such a crock, Janet, and you know it. The ONLY reason why I'm here is because I told Hammond that if I couldn't come, then I'd resign."

Janet's mouth dropped open, then she bit her lip, still staring at the distraught man.

"That's right, I had to blackmail my way onto the team. Hammond didn't want to let me come, but I gave him no choice. This IS all my fault, and they all know it, too." Daniel put his head down on his arms folded across his knees. "It's all right Janet, I'm not going to do anything rash, if that's what you are worried about. I'll try not to get myself or anybody else killed and after we get Jack back, then.then I'll resign."

Now Janet was angry. "Oh sure, well if it's your fault like you say, nice of you to leave everybody else holding the bag and trying to put Jack and his life back together. Now you listen to me, Doctor Daniel Jackson, if you are, as you say, responsible for this situation then it also your responsibility to put it back the way it was."

Daniel looked up tears in his eyes.

"You give us back the Jack O'Neill that was taken and you're off the hook, till then you're in up to your neck. If half the stuff we've found out about this drug is true, it's gonna' make your sarcophagus addiction look like a walk in the park and who's gonna clean up your mess? Huh? It sure as hell won't be me; I'm going to have enough problems with just keeping him alive. No, you're gonna have to help him, just like he helped you." She wiped the beginnings of tears from her own eyes, got shakily to her feet and stormed off like a small cyclone or a desert dust devil.

Daniel watched her go; stunned at the emotion the normally business as usual doctor had shown. He put his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.

Janet got halfway down the hallway taking her back to where she and her medical team were housed, and then the shaking took over. She stopped and reached her hand out to the side of the hall for support and then followed her arm to the wall and slid down sitting on the floor. The tears began to run freely now and she couldn't stop them. She had managed to play the hard line for Daniel and that alone was enough. It was cruel and took a lot out of her, but she pulled it off.

Unfortunately, she had also pointed out something she knew she didn't want to face. Would she even be able to keep Jack O'Neill alive for the return trip to earth? And what if he were already dead? She wasn't even going to go there. But would any of them be alive for the return trip?

Fraiser pulled her emotions back under wraps and stood up. She was going to have to make sure that if Jack was alive and they did manage to pull off a return trip that they had secured enough of that damn drug to keep him alive till she could find a way to either cure the addiction or synthesize more of it.

"No big deal." she said out loud to no one, "then when I'm done, I'll just walk on water for an encore," and headed for her bunk.

"Vasu, you have done well. You please me more each day." Mehta stroked the gray head lying in his lap. "You did so well when last you saw my Lord Ravana that he wishes you to give service to him while he has important visitors. So, you will be by his side as he conducts his audiences and then he may wish to keep you for the night."

The gray head turned quickly, looking up into Mehta's eyes. "No, master, please?"

"Shhhh, Vasu, you will be returned to me when they depart. It is just temporary." Mehta smiled at the frown on Vasu's face, the face of the former Colonel Jack O'Neill of the SGC, and played with a lock of soft gray hair.

Vasu turned and sought out the First Prime's cock, laying limp next to his cheek and closed his mouth around the soft organ.

"Ahh, Vasu, what is it you wish?" Mehta half laughed.

"Release, master. I will get no such pleasure from my God Ravana as you give me. I soar when you give me release." He put the half hard cock back into his mouth and began stroking the large balls with his hand.

"You know I can not refuse you, but first I am thirsty."

Vasu left the cock and stood, walking across the large room to the table. He picked up the pitcher of wine and the large chalice and turned to come back to the immense bed. The tiny platinum bells that hung from his nipple rings made a tinkling sound and the sunlight streaming in the window glinted off the platinum tattoo, bracelets and anklets. He moved to the bedside and poured wine into the chalice and handed it to Mehta who drank from the chalice and toyed with the large platinum penis ring, then reached further down to tug on the scrotal ring now also in the platinum that much more suited the man's complexion and hair color.

Vasu opened his legs slightly to allow Mehta's large hand access then threw back his head and closed his eyes as he was fondled. Large, ugly, finger and palm shaped bruises around his throat the only mar to the man's beauty.

Mehta finished his drink and then turned away from Vasu to the bedside table, pouring the now familiar raztatra and soma into the chalice. He poured in a little wine and then handed the chalice to Vasu.

"Drink, Vasu, we have thirsty work ahead." Mehta leered at him but he gladly took the cup and with a large smile, drank down its contents then moved the chalice to the small bedside table, leaning slightly from the waist the tiny bells again providing a pleasant tinkling sound.

"Now, I believe, you remember where you were. Vasu climbed onto the bed and resumed sucking the First Prime's semi erect cock, easily swallowing the full length without gagging. Mehta was hard quickly and ordered, "On your hands and knees, Vasu." Jack scrambled to get into position, facing away from the big jaffa. Mehta leaned forward and spread the tan buttocks in front of him, then pulled the taut buttocks toward his face and began to lick wildly, tonguing the anus of the writhing man in front of him.

It was difficult to hold him in place when he was stimulated like this; Mehta had all he could do to keep the buttocks from blocking his breathing. He sat up and called "Boy, I have need of you." From the adjacent bathing area a tow headed boy appeared and bowed deeply. "Take him in your mouth"

The boy bowed again and moved to the bed. Lying on his back under Vasu, he began to suck his now erect cock, difficult because of the large platinum ring through the end, and reached under him to toy with the scrotal ring, so sensitive to movement.

Vasu saw the growing erection on the boy and leaned down taking the penis in his mouth, the boy was too young to have any fittings placed and Vasu had no trouble accessing the erection. The boy came quickly, spraying semen down Vasu's throat.

Vasu was nearer but not ready. Mehta stopped his tongue torture of Vasu's anus, and pushed Vasu on his side onto the bed. "Sit astride him, boy."

The boy was hesitant, the penis ring was large, but Mehta saw his concern and said, "I will assist you." He moved behind the boy and holding the ring in two large fingers inserted it into the boy's anus, and then pushed him down on Vasu's erection quickly. The boy doubled over as he was split by Vasu's large erection and a too quick dry entry and blood ran down Vasu's shaft as the boy began to move.

Mehta moved back to Vasu and kissed him deeply, then began tugging at his nipple rings, watching for his cue. "How does that feel, my love? You have not been ridden since your fittings were installed."

Vasu looked up adoringly and moaned with pleasure. Mehta smiled and looked up at the boy, "Harder, faster, or you will spend the next week servicing my jaffa." The panicked boy increased his pace and the force of his thrusting.

Vasu was nearly there, Mehta could tell by his eyes, they became unfocused like they would get before he became accustomed to the raztatra.

He kissed Vasu again. Then as Vasu's body started to arch and stiffen Mehta closed his big hands around his throat, squeezing. It didn't take long.

Vasu opened his eyes and smiled up at him as his lips turned blue and his face red and this time a small blood vessel in the white of his eye burst, spreading red around itself. He spasmed and came as his eyes rolled back up into his head and anoxia claimed him again.

The boy rode till Vasu was soft then tried to carefully extract the ringed penis from his abused anus. Mehta got up and assisted him, then leaned him over the end of the bed and thrust his now dripping cock into the boy's torn anus. The boy screamed and Mehta slapped him with a cupped hand on the side of his head. The force of pressure from the slap so intense it ruptured the tender eardrum within and he screamed again, now bleeding from the anus and ear.

Now Mehta was angry. He thrust mercilessly into the boy again and again and every thrust was greeted by a cry and a gush of blood. Mehta placed his hands around the boy's throat and squeezed as he pounded into his bloodied rectum.

Lost in his own ecstasy, he kept squeezing long past when the cries stopped and the boy went limp. He squeezed till he came, crushing the boy's windpipe. He squeezed till there was no life left, only a body for removal.

Mehta composed himself and withdrew his now spent organ from the gaping bloodied rectum, allowing the boy's body to slip to the floor and cleaned himself off on a blanket laying at the foot of the bed. He then resumed his seat on the bed, and began cleaning the boy's blood off Vasu's body.

"JAFFA, KREE!" and the doors opened and two jaffa bowed deeply from the waist. Mehta pointed to the body of the boy lying crumpled next to the bed, and the bloodied blanket he was still using to clean the blood from Vasu's flaccid penis.

"Dispose of this trash, and have two boys sent here, Vasu must be prepared for my Lord Ravana. The larger of the two men moved forward and picked up the frail body of the tow headed boy and the blanket. The other jaffa bowed and closed the doors as they left.

Within minutes two new attendants arrived and went to the tiled room to await Vasu's return to consciousness. Mehta, pulling a velvet like cloak around his nakedness, went to them and gave them instructions. "Vasu is to have a full dose of raztatra when you cleanse him." The taller boy looked up. "My Lord Mehta, Vasu received a full dose of raztatra this morning in his cleansing." He said humbly.

"And you will give him another this time. It would not do for Vasu to recognize my Lord Ravana's visitors and embarrass him by attacking them."

"Yes, my Lord Mehta. The youth said and turned back to prepare the solution.

"Then I will give him more yet before he goes to my Lord Ravana so see that there is plenty of both raztatra and soma in the decanters in my chamber, and have the jeweled ring in there as well."

"Yes my Lord Mehta" was the reply then both boys resumed their work.

There was a stirring noise and a groan from the huge bed in the next room Mehta turned and started to leave the room.

"I will send him to you. Do not tarry, my Lord Ravana awaits."

Mehta returned to the room just as Vasu was curling up on his pallet having gotten off the bed once he found he was alone.

"Ahh, Vasu, you are awake now." Mehta put his hand down to aid Vasu to stand and then pulled him into his arms once he was on his feet.

"Yes, my master." Was the half whispered reply.

Mehta took the abused man into his arms and kissed him deeply, grabbing the tanned buttocks in his large hands and squeezing brought a moan to Vasu's lips. With the insertion of a large finger into his anus Vasu squirmed in the First Prime's arms. "Ahh, Vasu." Mehta cooed, "we will have more time to play when you are returned to me by our Lord Ravana, but now the attendants await you.

Vasu smiled, his deep dimples splitting his tanned face, a glint in his eyes. He dropped to his knees and licked the large soft penis of the First Prime. He placed an open mouthed kiss directly on its head, scrambled to his feet and began walking towards the tiled room, gazing back at Mehta with a smile.

Part 2

The entire ship's complement, with the exception of the pilot on duty, was gathered together for one of their final briefings before arrival at Lanka. The last to speak was Doctor Fraiser. "I asked to speak last at this briefing so you have time to ask any questions before the mission. As Selmak and Major Carter have already discussed, this is a joint effort at a joint mission." She shifted into Doctor mode now.

"My primary reason for being here is to attend to any casualties we incur during the rescue of and attend to the medical needs of Colonel Jack O'Neill. We have good reason to believe he may be drugged with a narcotic like agent, the potential of which we are only guessing." She dragged a large cardboard box in front of her and opened it.

"To be able to both keep Colonel O'Neill alive on the return trip and be able to chemically analyze this drug to expedite a cure for addiction to it, we will require as much of this drug as possible. To that end, I took the liberty of bringing these along." She reached into the box and brought out a plastic thermos bottle with an attached strap.

"Now I know it looks kind of silly, but we've been using these to obtain water samples` from various planets during exploration, as some of you are aware, so I saw no reason why they wouldn't work just as well for our purposes." She swallowed hard.

"I can't order any of you to risk your life to obtain this drug. I am only asking that you carry one of these and should you HAPPEN upon a supply of this drug to please. please remember to gather some in your bottle. It may be the only way we can get Colonel O'Neill home alive."

"Doctor Fraiser?"

The leader of the SG Three Marines was going to throw a wrench in her works, she just knew it. He'd only been at the SGC for a few weeks and O'Neill had been off world a lot of that time.

"Yes, Major Gorak, you have a question?" She was preparing herself for an argument.

"Ma'am just how many of these .sample containers.do you have?" The dark haired major stood now, looking down on the diminutive physician from his six foot two inch height.

"We have plenty, Major. I think supply thought we were sending an entire battalion on this mission and gave us several cases of fifty each. Why?"

"Just checking, Ma'am," he turned towards his troop and said "all right Marines, front and center!" The Marines jumped into a formation like line in the front of the room.

"Step up, Marine!" He handed the first Marine two bottles.

"Next!" Major Gorak gave every one of his Marines two bottles, and then took three for himself. Turning to the sadly smiling Doctor Fraiser he said, "The Marines will get you a supply, ma'am. Don't you worry, you'll have enough for the return trip and chemical analysis."

Janet just nodded, of this she had absolutely no doubt.

Vasu was cleansed, shaved, rubbed with fragrant oils and his fittings were all changed to a highly polished set of the reflective platinum. Then the chains were applied and his flaccid penis was supported in its platinum chain harness. His damp hair was brushed till it shown like the platinum he sported. He exited the tiled room to find Mehta sitting in a chair, speaking with Jagan.

"Ah, Jagan, see how beautiful he looks." Mehta extended his arm around the slim waist, then slipped a large hand down and took hold of a single buttock, a soft squeeze bringing him a loving look from the buttock's owner.

"Yes, my Lord Mehta. He is very pleasing to the eye. Was he cleansed as we discussed?"

"Yes, Jagan, he was. Vasu, bring me your cup." Mehta and Jagan turned slightly to watch him walk across the room with a slight stagger and bend down to retrieve his cup from under the corner of the bed next to his pallet. He stood up and weaved in place for a moment, then getting his bearings, walked back to where Mehta and Jagan sat and offered Mehta his cup.

"My Lord, are you sure he has had enough? It would not do for him to be less than cooperative while my Lord Ravana has his visitors." Jagan was attempting to be diplomatic.

"Jagan, if you do not think he has had enough, then I suggest you give him a further dose as I am due to greet my Lord's guests now." Mehta rose to leave and was stopped by Jagan gesturing towards Vasu's still flaccid penis.

"Oh, yes." Mehta leaned in and kissed Vasu deeply exploring his mouth at length, while reaching down between them and fondling Vasu's awakening organ. He tugged on the scrotal ring and the erection swelled, he then reached up and rang the tiny bells that hung at Vasu's right nipple.

Vasu's erection was at full height now, an impressive organ, crowned with platinum. Jagan knelt down and clamped the jeweled ring around the cock's base, and Vasu yelped, then looked down and smiled. Mehta put his big hands on Vasu's shoulders and looked him in the eye.

"I must go now. I will see you in my Lord Ravana's great hall." Then Mehta turned and left, leaving Jagan staring at the beautiful tanned man.

"Jaffa, KREE!" Jagan shouted and Bar'doc came into the room.

"Vasu, bend over and grab your ankles. Bar'doc affix them together." Bar'doc reached to a pouch on his belt and withdrew two clips and affixed Vasu's wrist bracelets to his ankle bracelets. This made Vasu nervous. With Mehta gone, he did not care to be so vulnerable.

"Boy, KREE!" Jagan shouted and one of the boys appeared from the tiled room.

"Bring me your raztatra decanter!" The boy bowed and disappeared, returning seconds later at Jagan's side with what looked like a small watering can with a log spout.

"You may go." Jagan waited for the boy to leave the room and poured both soma and a large amount of raztatra into the decanter. Then, motioning for Bar'doc to support the now red faced and frightened Vasu, Jagan inserted the spout of the decanter into Vasu's anus and tilted it till it was emptied into the now unsteady Vasu's rectum. Jagan then set the decanter on the table and called for the boy again.

"Bring me Vasu's plug, the one with the chain."

Again the boy disappeared only to reappear seconds later with a small box and opened the box to offer it to Jagan. Jagan looked at the gleaming platinum within the box and said to the boy, "Put it in him and attach the chain."

The boy had some difficulty with the angle of insertion, as he was only a little taller than Vasu in his current manacled state. An added degree of difficulty was Jagan groping and fondling the boy's testicles from behind.

The boy was having difficulty inserting the metal plug into Vasu's rectum and Vasu was now beginning to squirm in discomfort. Bar'doc took the plug from the boy's hand and inserted it himself as Jagan grabbed the boy and, leaning him over the table, pushed his hard erection into the small body. The boy gave a sharp cry and was then silent as Jagan drove him hard into the edge of the table. Jagan came quickly and then withdrew his flaccid organ.

"Clean me with your mouth. Quickly!" Jagan spun the boy around and he dropped to his knees and began to lick the jaffa's penis clean, unable to attend to the bleeding laceration on his penis from the table edge. The boy finished and put away Jagan's organ then turned to attach the chain from Vasu's plug to his scrotal ring. He was waved off when finished and hurried to the tiled room to attend his own wounds.

"Release him." Jagan said to Bar'doc and the jaffa bent and removed the clips holding the platinum leg and ankle bracelets together. Vasu stood slowly, unaccustomed to being restrained in that fashion or the hard metal plug that now stretched and blocked his anus. His eyes unfocused, he wavered as he stood and watched Jagan pick up his chain then only followed when Jagan tugged on the chain pulling at tender areas. He staggered behind Jagan, trying to keep up, towards his audience with his god.

As the Tokra ship neared Lanka, the strategy sessions and plotting increased, as did the underlying tension between the SGC Forces and the Tokra. Sam and Jacob Carter had barely spoken a word to each other outside of planning session and Teal'c set his mind to reconciliation of the father and daughter before the coming battle. He knew in his heart that if either were lost, the other would never forgive himself for allowing this rift to come between them. He sought out, to his mind, the more stubborn of the two.

"Major Carter, I would like to have a word with you." His pose and face, as always, gave nothing away.

Carter put down the topographical maps that the Tokra had obtained from a trader and stood to join Teal'c near the doorway.

"Not here. I require privacy for this conversation." Teal'c turned and exited the room followed by a curious Sam Carter who merely shrugged her shoulders at the quizzical look she got from Major Gorak. Teal'c led her to the small utility closet that he had converted to use as a place for his kel'noreem.

On board the former Goua'ld, now Tokra, ship, small was a relative term. The room could have easily accommodated four people on cots, now it held one cot, a chair, some candles, a puzzled Air Force Major and a wily jaffa. Teal'c offered Carter the chair, and then took a seat on the cot. "I have a favor to ask of you, Major Carter. One very important to me and my soul before this battle." He sat hands in his lap.

"Sure, Teal'c, anything I can do you know I will." Sam was sincere and concerned.

"If I die during this battle, would you, when you return to the SGC, go to see Ryac, my son and tell him of my love for him?"

Carter was shocked. She never knew of Teal'c being anything less than confident during any battle. This was entirely new to her. "But Teal'c, what if I don't make it back either?" she was concerned, but felt she needed to remind Teal'c of the obvious.

Teal'c tilted his head to one side and raised his eyebrow. "In that case, do not feel pressured to deliver my message." He was completely serious.

"Is there a reason we are having this conversation, Teal'c?" She asked, finally sensing Teal'c's ulterior motive. Teal'c was nonplussed at her discovering his plot and merely launched into his explanation.

"If O'Neill were here, he would point out to you the high number of casualties expected in such an operation. The likelihood of everyone on this ship surviving an attack of this type is quite small. There is a good chance that one or both of you will not survive this mission. Would you have your father go into the afterlife still believing you hate him for something he had little control over?" Carter opened her mouth to speak but was hushed by Teal'c raising an open hand, "I have not finished."

"Would you wish to go into the afterlife knowing that the last words you said to your father were hostile, the last looks angry?" Teal'c put his hand down and looked Carter straight in the eye.

"This could be the last time either of you have together, should you not pass it in an amicable fashion? Knowing it is likely that one of you will not return and regret it the rest of their days? Now I am finished." Sam Carter smiled at her friend and getting up went and sat next to him on his cot and took his large hand in hers, patting it gently.

"I'm glad you're my friend, Teal'c. I'll talk to Dad, I was just so angry that he couldn't do anything about it. I was hurt and he was the messenger. I guess I sort of took it out on him."

"Good," Teal'c replied, "then this is all water through the bridge."

Carter did a double take at that, squinting one eye to see if she could tell if it was just another malapropism, or if he meant to be funny. She could not tell either way. "Water UNDER the bridge, Teal'c. It's water UNDER the bridge."

Part 3

Jagan led Vasu through the great hall where Ravana conducted his business and was revered by his worshipers and into the god's personal residence. An annoyed Mehta met him just outside Ravana's chambers.

"Jagan, you value your life so little as to keep my Lord Ravana and I waiting?"

Jagan approached, bending low at the waist. "My lord Mehta there was no intent to keep you or my Lord Ravana waiting, Vasu is unsteady on his feet and to rush would have meant an injury." Jagan handed the platinum leash to Mehta and stood aside as Mehta tugged gently on the chain and pulled the unfocused Vasu to him.

Mehta tilted Vasu's chin up and looked him in the eyes, the pupils widely dilated and gaze unfocused, then glared at Jagan. "How much more raztatra did you give him?" Mehta questioned.

"Enough to keep him tractable, my lord. It would not do for him to recognize any of my Lord Ravana's visitors and move against them. He was once a very capable warrior and could inflict great damage before anyone were able to subdue him." Jagan looked Mehta straight in the eye now. "Better to have his raztatra need increased than for him and us to suffer the wrath of Ravana because of a transgression."

Mehta looked into the dilated brown eyes before him and said, "You are correct, Jagan, sometimes my love for him blinds me to his past. It would serve none if he misbehaved while my lord has visitors." Mehta leaned forward and kissed Vasu softly, reaching down with one hand to stroke the erect cock standing in its platinum restraints.

Vasu felt the stroke and thrust his hips forward, his cock seeking more. Mehta pulled his hand out and looked down at the engorged member, brushing it gently now with one fingertip. Vasu's hips rocked forward again and again seeking the hand that had stroked him, his eyes closed.

Mehta looked at Jagan again "It appears you also gave him more soma, a great deal more. Why?" Jagan answered matter of factly, "In case my Lord Ravana wishes to give Vasu to one of his visitors."

Mehta shook his head, "Vasu will not be leaving my or my Lord Ravana's sight, you need not worry. He may offer Vasu to them while in the great hall or his audience room, but they will never be allowed to be alone with him."

Mehta led Vasu by his leash into the audience chamber of the Demon Ravana. When they entered, Ravana looked up from the conversation he was having and motioned for Mehta to come forward.

"This is my First Prime Mehta, who brings his pet to us for a visit. Of course, he was not always Mehta's pet. He was at one time your nemesis. How many system lords have died at the hands of this one Tauri? Let me see, Ra, Hathor, Sokar, Seth, anyone else? Oh yes and you, Lord Apophis, how many times has he driven you to your sarcophagus, barely in time? Cronus I believe also died at the hands of this Tauri. And yet, here he is as a sexual plaything for my First Prime." Ravana reached out his hand to take the leash from Mehta, tugging a little to guide Vasu next to his chair.

The system lords who had come at Ravana's request were fascinated by the new appearance of the old enemy. Apophis was obviously stunned, Her'ur was wide eyed and Yu seemed unaffected.

Vasu stood next to Ravana's chair, now having his erect cock stroked gently with the back of Ravana's long fingers. Vasu's eyes closed and he gave himself into the stimulation.

"Impressive." Yu commented. Mehta was unsure why or at what the comment was directed. Her'ur nodded in agreement.

"Would you care to sample his wares, my Lord Apophis? Vasu go to my Lord Apophis and do his bidding."

Vasu opened his eyes and looked down at Ravana and then across to where he was pointing and took his leash from the Demon's hand and walked across the room to where Apophis sat, still in awe of the development. True to his conditioning, he stood in front of the system lord and said, "How may I serve you my Lord Apophis?" and handed Apophis the end of his leash.

Apophis said nothing but, leaning forward, examined the nipple rings, penis and scrotal rings, and the large jeweled cock ring that kept Vasu's erection at its maximum without allowing him to orgasm. As he fingered the rings, Vasu's eyes closed and his body leaned into the touch. "He will do your bidding in all things. Isn't that right Vasu?" Ravana queried.

"Yes, my god." Vasu answered.

"You have had him marked with your sign, I see." Apophis remarked.

"And you also produced the.adjustments, to allow for these adornments?"

"Yes, we had him pierced and marked. When it was done, it was originally in gold, but I instructed Mehta to have it re-done in platinum, much more complementary to his hair color and skin tone. Do you not agree?" Ravana asked.

"Oh, certainly I agree. " said Apophis "I just still can't believe my eyes."

"Perhaps, my Lord Apophis, your eyes need some convincing." Ravana said, motioning to Mehta to open the draperies revealing a room with a large bed adjacent to where they sat. "I use this area for entertaining." Ravana said, "It is small, but serves its purpose well. Mehta perhaps you would remove Vasu's cock ring to allow my Lord Apophis to better sample Vasu's charms?"

Mehta moved forward and took the leash from Apophis then, leaning down, he removed the jeweled cock ring and Vasu smiled in relief.

"From what are the marks on his throat?" Her'ur asked. Apophis circled Vasu, now touching and tugging as he pleased.

"Ah, Mehta indulges in some pleasures peculiar to him alone." Ravana smiled as he spoke now.

"Those being?" Apophis asked.

"Mehta, show him." Ravana remarked. Mehta nodded and moved behind Vasu, rubbing his hands up and down, from the nipple rings to the lotus blossom sign on his pubis, Vasu closed his eyes and tried to rub Mehta's hardening cock with his still plugged anus. Mehta reached up and tugged a nipple ring with one hand and with the other reached behind Vasu and moved the platinum plug around a little. Then sliding both hands up the hard planes of Vasu's body, his hands began to tighten around Vasu's throat, intending this to only be a demonstration for Apophis.

Mehta was as surprised as Ravana was when, as his massive hands squeezed the long throat in front of him, Vasu threw his head back, groaned and came in great spurts. Long ribbons of semen decorated Vasu's belly, chest and chin, dripping along Mehta's bruising fingers.

Vasu, pulled back against Mehta's body, grayed out but did not completely lose consciousness. Mehta took his hands from the throat and allowed Vasu to lick his own semen from Mehta's fingers.

"I have never before seen such a thing." Apophis commented.

"Vasu is very sensitive, my Lord Apophis." Ravana replied.

"Why do you call him Vasu?" Yu asked.

"The man he was is dead. Vasu is all that remains and he lives only to pleasure and be pleasured." Mehta responded.

"I would have him now." Apophis demanded, standing and beginning to loosen his breeches.

"Yes, of course, my lord Apophis. Mehta." Ravana motioned for Mehta to take Vasu into the adjacent room.

Mehta led Vasu by the leash into the adjoining room. Pushing Vasu over at the waist, he unhooked the chain and removed the platinum plug and its chain. "You will pleasure my Lord Apophis with your mouth, Vasu." Mehta ordered. Vasu dropped to his knees in front of his former enemy and, with soft hands, took the system lord's awakening erection into his mouth.

Apophis looked down and began to stroke the man's head; quickly losing himself to the pleasure that was Vasu's mouth. His talented tongue sought out the drops of pre cum beading on the large head of the long cock. Leaning down, Vasu then reached out and placed each of Apophis' balls in his mouth, rolling them with his tongue. This was more than Apophis could stand and he growled, "I would have him NOW!"

Mehta looked down said gently, "Vasu, my Lord Apophis would have you now. You may display yourself."

Vasu nodded and stopping what he was doing, turned around, and climbed up on the edge of the bed, positioning himself on his knees facing away from the system lord. Then, placing his forehead on the bed, he reached around his own buttocks and spread them open for Apophis' view.

Apophis hesitated briefly, looking to Mehta and back to Ravana, and Vasu grew impatient. "Please, my Lord Apophis, take me." Vasu said softly.

Apophis thrust into Vasu with a feral cry, battering Vasu's buttocks so hard with each thrust that Vasu had to hook his feet over the edge of the mattress to keep from being driven up the bed.

Ravana, Her'ur and Yu looked on from the other room. Ravana was nonchalant, Yu remained, seemingly unaffected, but Her'ur was obviously excited by the prospects at hand. "He seems unmarked except by what appear to be old scars, do you take no other pleasures with him my Lord?" Her'ur asked.

"I gave him to Mehta to do with as he likes as he has served me well. I do not believe that Mehta enjoys any other pleasures with him other than those whose marks you have seen. Mehta?"

Mehta stood next to the bed where Apophis was still hammering into Vasu. "No, my Lord, I have not experimented any further with Vasu." He replied.

"Seems a waste," Her'ur said "I could think of so many things to try."

"Please, my Lord, as long as Vasu is not permanently damaged or disfigured, Mehta and I would have no objections. Would we, Mehta?" Ravana replied.

"No, my Lord Ravana, of course not." Mehta replied with little enthusiasm.

"Well, then, I will enjoy Vasu's wares at this evening's banquet!" Her'ur said with a grin. Yu looked at Her'ur with a somewhat disgusted look on his face.

A great shout emerged from the bed area as Apophis exploded into orgasm, and then withdrew when spent. He roared with laughter, "You have no idea how grateful I am to you, Mehta, and you, Lord Ravana, for allowing me this.this.has been the most enjoyment I have had out of a Tauri for some time!" Apophis said to Ravana who sat smiling in the other room.

"Tauri, kree! You may clean me with your mouth now!" Apophis roared.

"Vasu," Mehta said gently, "My Lord Apophis wishes you to clean him with your mouth." Vasu got down from the bed and, kneeling on the floor, started to clean Apophis' soft cock and balls with his mouth. When he was finished, he put Apophis' genitals away and straightened the system lord's breeches, still kneeling quietly. He smiled up at the system lord who then drew up and sent him to the floor with a savage backhand, the rings he wore drawing blood to Vasu's lip and cheek.

"My Lord Apophis!" Mehta stepped forward as Vasu started to pick himself up from the floor only to be backhanded again on the other side of his face, leaving another set of bloody marks.

"No permanent damage or disfigurement will result, Mehta" Apophis reminded, then turned and rejoined the conversation back in the first room, still leering at Mehta. Mehta drew the curtains closed and, putting his finger to his lips to quiet Vasu, then helped him to stand. Vasu looked sad and confused, not used to the rough treatment he had just received.

Mehta led Vasu into the small tiled room adjacent to the bed area and gathered him into his arms.

"All is well, Vasu. It is over."

"Master, what did I do wrong?" Vasu asked, clearly stunned at his treatment at Apophis' hands.

"You did very well, Vasu"

"Then why was my Lord Apophis angry with me?" Vasu asked.

"He was not angry with you, Vasu. He is angry with someone who looks like you and briefly mistook you for him."

Vasu smiled at Mehta, wincing when the cuts on his face and lip pulled with the motion. Mehta stroked the silver hair and took Vasu's chain and led him out an alternate exit so as to not to have to pass the system lords again.

Part 4

Daniel Jackson was drawn to the hold where the Medics were billeted in search of Doctor Fraiser. She had left him with certain questions that he needed answered. He had, so far managed to avoid this particular hold and distance himself as far as possible from the problems at hand that he now looked to confront.

He found Fraiser going over a checklist for a piece of equipment that he immediately recognized and dreaded. She looked up from her clipboard and smiled brightly at him as he approached.

"Daniel! What can I do for you?"

"Can I talk to you for a minute, Janet? I have a couple of questions."

She immediately handed off the clipboard and pen to one of the medics beside her and, taking his arm, led Daniel to a quiet corner.

"Would you like some coffee, Daniel?" She offered.

"You have coffee? I've been going cold turkey and you have coffee!" His face, smiling at the discovery, went suddenly stony at his own poor choice of words. Janet was kind. If she noticed the inappropriate comment she ignored it, and walked away, coming back with two cups full of coffee.

"I'm afraid all we have now is black, no sugar." Handing Daniel a plastic mug.

"That's fine, Jan. Thanks." He responded.

"What do want to talk about, Daniel?"

"First, I need to apologize to you for the things I said. I wasn't thinking straight and you helped me to see that I can't run away from this. I don't want to run away from this." Daniel sighed and swallowed a mouthful of coffee.

"Jack O'Neill is my friend, he has proved that again and again. He didn't leave me when I needed help and I won't leave him. I guess I was just afraid and wanted some one to pat me on the head and say they'd take care of everything. Make it all better. But this is not going to go away, is it?"

Daniel had obviously done a lot of soul searching and Janet was proud of him to finally be able to face this particular demon. She smiled sadly and put her hand on his.

"No, Daniel. This is not going to go away. It's not some awful dream, although I have prayed again and again that it would be. As much as we all would like it to go away, it just looms larger and larger the closer we get to Lanka. We have what? Like thirty-six or thirty-eight hours to go now," Janet checked the chronometer at her wrist and flipped the Velcro lid down again. "It just keeps getting more and more frightening. I'm glad that you have come to the right decision though, I really am."

"Janet, tell me what you know about these drugs, please?" Daniel stared right into her eyes.

She frowned then and sighed deeply. "All right, Daniel. But there's not really that much information to tell. Both drugs are made from the Elos flower found on P5R-267 and, apparently, on Lanka as well. One drug, the one they call Soma, is made from an extract of the pollen and flower petals and then fermented. From what information we have gotten, its addiction is purely psychological. It IS a real aphrodisiac. It heightens, and can actually produce, sexual arousal. The intensity of the arousal seems directly dependant on the amount of drug ingested."

"Are you saying?." Daniel started.

"What I'm saying is; give a little, it heightens pleasure; give a lot, you'll hump a table leg and want more. Sorry for being so blunt, Daniel, but I assume that's what you want. The down and dirty." Janet apologized.

Daniel frowned and then nodded. "But you say it isn't really addicting?" he asked.

"No, Daniel, I said its addiction is purely psychological, I didn't say it wasn't real. While there are no physical ramifications to withholding the drug, psychologically, however, is a different story. Removing Soma isn't going to be the problem. The second drug is the problem. Raztatra."

"Why is that? They're from the same plant, aren't they essentially the same drug?" Now Daniel was using his brain. Janet smiled and shook her head.

"No, unfortunately, being from the same plant doesn't mean anything in this regard. The first drug is made from the pollen and flower petals, but it is fermented, changing its chemical composition. You can eat grapes and bread made with yeast, but you aren't going to get drunk like you would on wine, are you?" She pointed out.

"The second drug is made from the plant sap, like opium. It is highly addictive. Its chemical composition, from what we can determine from looking at the juvenile plants, which is all the natives of P5R-267 had left, is quite different. It takes over some of the functions of various chemicals produced by the brain. It has analgesic and amnesic qualities, which, if it weren't so addictive would make it perfect for use in surgery. It would only require you use one drug instead of two to achieve the same effect."

"And the problem with that drug is what?" Daniel asked, guiding her back on track.

"The problems are multiple. First, it produces memory loss, both short and long term as far as we can tell. Second, the pain sensors in the brain are virtually turned off. That is NOT a good thing, trust me. Pain tells you when your hand is too close to the fire or when there's a stone in your shoe. Pain is nature's warning that you are doing something that will harm you. Third, at some point, according to what we've been told, early on in its use, the brain forgets how to make these chemicals. So, if the drug is withheld, these areas of the brain don't work. It also mimics the chemicals the brain uses to stimulate other organs in the body. So, without the drug, not only doesn't the brain work, but the major organs start going into failure." Janet bit her lip waiting for Daniel's reaction to this information.

"So, that's why you brought the respirator?" Daniel waved his hand toward the hated device that Janet had been checking out when he entered.

"Well, actually, that's only part of the reason. There is a widely argued experimental treatment for drug abuse done on the fringes of the medical establishment. I thought if all else fails, then we fall back on it." Janet was uncomfortable even thinking about this. She had told the staff that the respirators, she insisted on bringing two, were in case of any injuries requiring life support. Daniel wanted the truth; she was giving it to him.

"What does this experimental treatment involve?" Daniel wanted to know, just as she figured he would.

"Basically, you paralyze the person and give them anesthetics, keeping them asleep and intubated while you wean them from the drug of addiction. Because they are on life support, they have no withdrawal symptoms and you can remove the drug in as large or as small an increment as you need. They, hopefully, remain stable and unaware." Janet folded her hands together, having finished her pharmacology lecture for the moment.

"How effective is that?" Daniel asked the question she dreaded.

"As I said, Daniel. It is wildly controversial and experimental. Just keeping a person under life support that long has its own set of problems. I will ONLY use it as a last resort. The data is incomplete as to results."

"It's the properties of this drug that make me glad you're here, Daniel. If Jack O'Neill is going to remember and respond to anyone, it will be you."

"Why because we're friends? Sam and Teal'c are."

Janet stopped him by leaning closer and whispering in his ear, the words nearly stopping his heart. "Because Jack O'Neill is in love with you."

For the next twenty-four hours Daniel haunted the ship like a ghost, Janet's words replaying over and over again in his head. In another place, at another time, those words would have sent his heart soaring, inspiring him. Here and now, they only underscored his guilt and sadness. But he'd give Janet one thing though: they had the desired effect. Now he couldn't leave Jack, not till he knew for sure, not until and unless Jack himself told him to leave. Daniel played out all the possible scenarios in his mind, too fearful of disappointment to linger on any hopeful one for very long.

Part 5

The Great Hall was colorfully decorated for the banquet, draped in gold and red, beautiful and exotic flowers were everywhere. Long tables laden with food ran the length of both sides of the hall with a large table perpendicular to them just in front of the raised dais. A large, gaudily adorned table was on the dais; this was where Ravana and his visitors sat.

Mehta entertained the First Primes of the visiting System Lords at the table in front of the dais, while the tables in the hall were for carefully selected dignitaries and courtesans. Servants rushed back and forth between the dais table and the various First Primes, quietly and efficiently filling goblets with wine and replenishing food platters. Vasu was given a small stool next to Ravana on which to sit, but spent little time there. Apophis and Her'ur preferred Vasu to stand between them where they could each grope him at will.

As the musicians played in the cleared area in the center of the hall, Her'ur sent a servant girl to his First Prime with a message. The First Prime, who stood bowing to Mehta and the others at that table, then turned and bowed to the table on the dais and left the hall. Her'ur explained to Ravana that his First Prime would bring his little pet in for a visit with the Tauri slave. Ravana and Apophis laughed and tried to bate Her'ur into revealing the identity of his pet; Her'ur resisted.

Ravana called for Vasu and sent him to Mehta with a message. Vasu knelt next to the First Prime's chair and delivered the message then waited for a response. Mehta sent a servant for the soma and raztatra decanters. He poured a small amount of raztatra into a cup, then thought about it and poured a large amount more into his cup. Then he poured a large amount of soma into the same cup topped it with a little wine and handed it to Vasu, who drank it in several large gulps. Mehta leaned down stroking Vasu's hair and kissed him on the head, then poured another measure of soma into the cup and again gave it to Vasu who drank it quickly. Then he sent Vasu back to the Demon and the System Lords table. Vasu knelt to the side of Ravana's chair and Ravana smiled down at him, stroking his cheek.

At Her'ur's request, Ravana ordered an upholstered chaise placed in the center of the hall while they waited. A servant girl whispered something to Mehta, who looking back towards Ravana handed the girl the soma and raztatra decanters. The young girl went off again at Ravana's bidding and came back with another gold goblet and held it out to the Demon who poured in considerably more soma and an additional amount of raztatra and gave it to Vasu who drank it as instructed. The girl, although dismissed was required to stay where she was. While she was serving Ravana, she caught Yu's eye. Now Yu was groping and toying with her genitalia and squeezing the tiny budding breasts.

Her'ur's First Prime returned with four jaffa bearing a covered cage, placing it on the floor just behind the chaise. Her'ur stood and approached Ravana, smiling. He leaned and spoke in Ravana's ear for a moment, then Ravana, roaring with laughter, rose and walking with Her'ur while motioning for Vasu to follow. Vasu, aware but unfocused, weaved behind the two swaggering Goua'ld, stopping briefly when Mehta walked up to him, both of them stopping just behind the chaise.

"Ah, Mehta, Her'ur has a pet not unlike Vasu and feels they should be.better acquainted. Mehta, remove Vasu's harness." Mehta bowed from the waste and leaned down to release the jeweled cock ring that maintained Vasu's erection and platinum chain harness. Vasu sighed, enjoying the feel of the familiar hands on him. When Mehta was finished, Ravana ordered Vasu to get onto the chaise and display himself for Lord Her'ur. Vasu complied, kneeling and reaching around to part his own buttocks as requested.

Her'ur walked to the cage and threw the cover back from the end revealing a large ape like animal that immediately became excited when it saw its master. It grunted and jumped at the bars, waiting for release, sniffing at the air. Her'ur took a heavy leash from one of the jaffa and opened the cage door, immediately attaching the leash to the thick collar and halter the beast wore. It crawled put of the cage on all fours but instantly stood, revealing its nearly seven foot height, then squatted down, looking up to the System Lord for direction. Her'ur spoke to Ravana for a few moments, the Her'ur led the beast to the chaise and allowed to move up behind Vasu, handing the leash off to his First Prime. Ravana called for chairs for himself, Her'ur and Apophis who had now become interested in the proceedings. Yu had the small girl he had been fondling leaning forward over the table in front of him, while he fingered her and had another very young servant girl sucking him off.

The beast, whose name was Diallo, was described by Her'ur as a Makreet, an intelligent species distantly related to the primates of the Tauri world. They seemed to have only three purposes in life, eating, sleeping and rutting, and were known to enjoy all kinds of sexual activities. Her'ur described them as having nearly insatiable sexual appetites and roared in laughter as the large short haired animal moved behind Vasu and immediately began to tongue his anus while hastily inserting long thick fingers in around his tongue, the other hand reaching around the overly sensitized and squirming Vasu to toy with the large penis ring.

Her'ur moved up behind the animal and, stroking its head, said something to it that had it removing its hand from Vasu's erection and start to masturbate its own huge organ into full erection. The red, hairless organ seemed to grow by the second and the crowd became hushed watching this show. Ravana was obviously impressed with the size of the Makreet's massive organ and spoke quietly with Her'ur while Diallo inserted his long tongue far into Vasu's rectum. Apophis joined the discussion and the wager was made. Vasu squirmed and moaned loudly, heard easily in the now almost silent room.

Diallo stopped masturbating and looked to Her'ur for a signal, given with a smile by Her'ur and Apophis' loud laughter, then removed his fingers from Vasu and grabbing both of the man's hips, picked him up and pressing his lips to Vasu's tortured anus began to suck and lick as if he were to devour the man. Ravana motioned and several courtesans of both sexes approached the System Lords and each chose what he desired.

The Makreet's huge organ tapered at the end and became wider at the base. Covered with a mucus producing membrane, it was obviously made for repeated forceful entries. Its testicles, the size of small grapefruit, were intended to produce and distribute large amounts of genetic material over multiple matings so as to best insure the survival of the species. The organ itself was nearly twenty inches long and at its base was nearly three inches in diameter.

"Diallo!" Her'ur called the beast to get its attention and it put Vasu back down on the chaise. Vasu fell flat on his face and shivered uncontrollably. "Diallo, mak chi!" Her'ur shouted and the Makreet stood up and allowed the jaffa holding his leash to walk him to where he sat with Apophis and Ravana so they could more closely examine its giant organ. Then, on Ravana's order, Diallo was walked the perimeter of the area in front of the tables, allowing all the banquet goers to see and appreciate such an incredible animal. The jaffa then walked back to the chaise and allowed the Makreet to resume its position on the end of the chaise. Diallo sat sidewise watching Her'ur but its hand strayed to the buttocks of the man prone on the chaise and it shoved fingers between his buttocks and began to thrust them in and out. Vasu undulated with each thrust. Her'ur said, "Diallo, sydih afhbo."

Diallo grabbed Vasu's hips again and picked him up, large hands wrapping around Vasu's hipbones and palms flat on his buttocks, thumbs spreading the cheeks apart. Slowly, the Makreet began to insert its giant organ into Vasu's anus, Vasu groaning loudly, eyes wide. When it was no more than halfway sheathed in the man's body, Diallo began to thrust, each time its self-lubricating organ driving deeper into Vasu. The big animal's hips were screwing as well as thrusting, plunging deeper and deeper, each thrust passing over Vasu's prostate and marked with a loud cry from the helpless Vasu.

Many in the hall masturbated themselves or groped their tablemate, and the smell of sexual musk was everywhere. Yu had the young girl he had been groping now sitting on his lap, he was picking her small body up slightly and then shoving her down hard on his lap while he observed the performance in the center area. Apophis, Ravana and Her'ur were each being sucked off by courtesans, Apophis standing and thrusting into the mouth that held him forcefully, holding the head in place, Ravana and Her'ur at a more leisurely pace, still seated.

The Makreet was almost fully inserted into Vasu now. Vasu's anus stretched wide and so thin it was barely visible around the massive organ, the two moving in unison. Diallo's loud feral grunting reverberating in the large hall, turned into a deafening howl as it stilled and came inside Vasu. The large animal's orgasm seemed to last forever and the howl lasting the duration of the orgasm drew armed jaffa into the Great Hall, fearing trouble. The Makreet withdrew its only slightly diminished erection and looked to Her'ur for direction.

Her'ur asked the jaffa holding the leash something in Goua'ld and the jaffa stepped closer to the chaise, looked down, and then stepped back shaking his head. "Diallo, prash!" Her'ur instructed and the animal picked Vasu up by the hips and again started to tongue his now widely dilated anus, licking out the thick semen and mucus that ran out in abundance.

At Her'ur's insistence, Ravana ordered Vasu be given more soma, allowing Her'ur to himself pour the desired amount into a goblet filling it with drug. Mehta was concerned seeing the amount dispensed, and suspected that if Ravana lost this wager, Mehta would lose Vasu to Her'ur, but there was little he could do but watch. Her'ur ordered the beast to stop, allowing Vasu to sit up to drink the soma and for the first time Vasu got a look at his tormenter, tilting his head and staring at the creature.

Mehta moved quickly to Ravana's side and insisted that Vasu also be given a dose of raztatra to which Ravana and both System Lords agreed. Mehta poured raztatra into the empty goblet and took it himself to Vasu to drink. Handing the goblet to Vasu, Mehta smiled a sad smile and stroked his cheek, Vasu grabbing his hand and holding it there while he slowly emptied the goblet. Mehta took the empty goblet from Vasu and with a last stroke of his face, walked back to where he had been seated. Vasu watched him walk away and looked down to where his large penis and scrotal rings were being toyed with by the Makreet, who then noticed the tiny bells at Vasu's nipples, flicking them, excited by the sound.

"Diallo, prash!" Her'ur ordered again and this time when the Makreet picked Vasu up and began to tongue and suck his anus, the big animal slipped a hand around to where he could finger the penis and scrotal rings. When he felt the animal's significantly short refractory period was over, Her'ur shouted, "Diallo, sydih afhbo!" and the Makreet again moved in to penetrate Vasu.

Vasu thrashed and moaned, impatient for the Makreet to be fully sheathed, finally thrusting himself back onto the immense organ with a cry. Then, Vasu surprised everyone by kneeling up and leaning back against the beast, allowing Diallo's hand to wander, tugging and teasing over his body. Their hips moved in unison thrusting and swiveling, and loud moans and cries of completion were heard from the spectators. Diallo toyed with Vasu, then threw him down on his face and began pounding into him, large hands gripping Vasu around the waist and pulling his body back as the Makreet's hips thrust forward. The beast stopped and howled again for almost five minutes while it again filled Vasu with its thick seed, its buttocks and thighs twitching with each spasm.

Her'ur grinned broadly, thinking the wager won, and ready to claim his prize. When the Makreet withdrew spent this time, he stood ready to take possession of the former Tauri warrior. Ravana asked the jaffa holding Diallo's leash the same question as before with the same response. Her'ur was furious and got up to look with his own eyes. He then turned to Ravana, accusing him of some deception, none had ever survived two sessions with the Makreet without an orgasm, yet this weakling, this Tauri, was still achingly hard and dripping pre-cum.

Ravana ordered Vasu to lick the Makreet's giant erection and balls. Vasu began to suck and lick the beast's organ, as he leaned up, his gaping anus dripped the thick mucus and semen deposited by the Makreet. Her'ur had Diallo returned to his cage. The beast, unhappy with being removed from his new playmate, sat in his cage howling and masturbating till Her'ur ordered its cage covered. Ravana motioned to two attendants who then moved in to clean Vasu, removing as much of the beast's abundant ejaculate as possible within a short time frame.

Ravana ordered Vasu to stroke himself and he did, eyes closed, head thrown back, hands in the now much rehearsed dance of need. Still, after many minutes, Vasu had not come and the slave's frustration was distressing to those who watched. Yu, having finally had enough of the prepubescent servers, came from the dais and laughed at Her'ur's frustration and for having made such a stupid wager to lose an animal as valuable as a Makreet. Her'ur corrected Yu, reminding him that although Vasu had not come from the Makreet's attentions, he had not come at all, and unless he came, the wager was incomplete. Yu shook his head and advised Her'ur to control his temper, because Ravana could win the wager without anyone touching Vasu's aching genitalia. Her'ur laughed and called Yu a fool and plopped down in his chair. Ravana called Mehta to his side and ordered Vasu to approach the chairs where the System Lords were sitting.

His instructions to Mehta were simple. "Give Vasu his release." Mehta bowed deeply, then walked up to the slave and kissed him deeply. Then, moving behind Vasu, Mehta opened his large hands, placing them around the long throat. Vasu's lifted his chin to allow Mehta better access. As Mehta squeezed, Vasu's eyes bulged slightly, his mouth gaped and his lips and face turned from bright red to blue. The time went by slowly as Mehta squeezed. Finally Vasu's chest spasmed, his eyes rolled up into his head and he orgasmed. Mehta loosened his grip on the long throat and was relieved when Vasu's chest began to rise and fall in the familiar rhythm of respiration.

Part 6

Mehta held the unconscious Vasu upright and the long ribbons of semen coursed out again and again, decorating the floor in shiny trails. When the organ at last was spent, Mehta gathered the still unconscious Vasu up into his arms. Ravana, seeing the look on his First Prime's, face waved him and his burden away. Mehta bowed, Vasu's body limp in his arms, and he left the Great Hall, returning immediately to his quarters and summoning multiple attendants.

The meeting was held in secret in Teal'c's converted closet where he and Bratac had gone for kel'noreem. The thing that all the attendees had in common, other than subversive tendencies, was their belief that the Tokra mission was in direct competition with their primary goal, the rescue of Jack O'Neill. Lieutenant Colonel David Hahn of SG Two and Lieutenant Colonel Lois Ferretti of SG Five joined Majors Sam Carter and Kevin Gorak for the discussion. They were less than eight hours away from Lanka now and the true beginning of their mission, and by consensus, they agreed that they would not allow the Tokra plans to bring any further harm to O'Neill if they could help it. They arranged signals and codes to designate assignment and status. They discussed a plan to infiltrate the large rambling building that made up the temple and residence of the Demon Ravana, trying to deduce where the most likely place O'Neill would be held.

The standing members of the conspiracy were lurched suddenly when the ship dropped out of hyperspace. Almost simultaneously, the military co-conspirators looked at their watches, finished the meeting and rushed to the peltac to discover why the ship had left hyperspace at least a half hour before it was scheduled.

Jacob was already there and explained that they had picked up two Goua'ld mother ships on the long-range sensors. Fearing discovery, they had dropped from hyperspace and taken up hiding behind one of the moons of the largest of the three planets in the system to evaluate the situation. The mother ships appeared to be leaving the system, but the Tokra deemed it best to wait just to be sure before moving in to land on Lanka. The intelligence the Tokra had on Ravana and Lanka said he had no ships bigger than the one they were using, so the mother ships were a bit of a surprise and must belong to a System Lord. Jacob had decided wait it out till the ships were well clear of the system before moving into orbit.

The teams were having a last briefing and meal, or feed and read as O'Neill liked to call them, and equipment was being stowed for landing. When Jacob decided it was safe a coded message was sent to their resistance contacts and coordinates received for landing just outside the largest city on the agrarian planet.

Sam Carter and Louis Ferretti went in search of Daniel. They found him sitting alone, writing in his journal behind several large crates of MRE's. It was decided that Daniel and Sam would travel with Ferretti's SG Five unit on point, better able to assess the whereabouts of O'Neill before all hell broke loose. It had already been decided that Teal'c would travel with SG Two. Bratac had practically demanded to go with the SG Three Marines, having spent nearly the entire voyage drilling with them and teaching them jaffa-fighting techniques, ultimately being adopted as an honorary Marine. The Tokra were being divided between the units except for SG Five who only got Jacob Carter.

The Tokra ship landed on the far side of a range of mountains that formed three sides of the valley where the city was located. It off loaded its cargo and resumed a cloaked orbit around the planet, unnoticed by anyone save the rebels who had signaled it. The members of the strike/rescue team were given appropriate garments to wear by the rebels and maps of the city and palace were studied. The rebel and Tokra leaders decided to wait until the next morning to begin and precise instructions and timing was given to everyone. Rebels who would shelter them till the morning would lead the teams into the city.

Since much of the local populace was involved in the rebellion, much of the traveling would be out in the open. They only need avoid jaffa checkpoints and the palace itself to remain undiscovered. That was easily done as Ravana's jaffa showed little imitative when it came to security at home. The visit of the System Lords having ended only hours earlier also provided a let down of security that, hopefully, would make eliminating the jaffa threat easier.

Part 7

Daniel changed into the nearly see-through iridescent green open front shirt and knee breeches that were commonly worn on this planet and left absolutely nothing to the imagination. He looked at Kevin Gorak looking at him and shrugged his shoulders at the Marine who looked just as thrilled at the garments. When they had changed, they moved into the great room of the house were the teams were assembled.

Daniel's eyes nearly crossed at the spectacle, every one of them except Carter was dressed in the same clothing albeit differing iridescent shades. There was no where to conceal a weapon in these clothes and each team member was being given baskets, bundles and shoulder bags in which to secure their equipment. Carter was trying very hard not to look at any of the equipment already on display and had a blush on her face when Jackson and Gorak appeared. The Marines, for the most part, seemed unfazed by the see through nature of their clothing, making wise cracks about standard issue equipment and luxury edition equipment. The Lankan rebels moved in to discreetly cover a few tattoos with a special makeup favored by the people of their planet who lived with their bodies on display.

Daniel was forced to give up his glasses, and Teal'c and Bratac were given burlap looking robes to wear that indicated to the Lankans that they were of an order of reclusive monks that lived in the mountains and produced both soma and raztatra. The monks always traveled in twos, so Teal'c was forced into accompanying the Marines that Bratac refused to give up. Daniel was given a gold sash to wear around his waist, as were a few others the gold sash indicating a married person in Lankan culture. Sam Carter looked lovely in an iridescent blue shift with the gold sash, Jacob Carter got to wear a comfortable looking opaque shirt and pants as he was considered above the desirable age by Lankan custom. They all wore well-made sandals that tied part way up the shin.

Daniel began to question the Lankan rebels about the possible whereabouts of O'Neill in the palace. Yes, they had heard of a Tauri prisoner, but that was many weeks ago and he had apparently died in captivity after considerable torture and abuses. No, they did not think that Ravana had a sarcophagus, or if he did it, was a well-kept secret. Daniel decided that he would exact his revenge on Ravana for Jack's death and swore to himself to kill the Goua'ld himself.

It was decided that they would still collect as much raztatra as possible for Doctor Fraiser since it could possibly have other medical uses, so they all still carried the sample containers she had issued. Except for Daniel's desire to end Ravana's life himself, the mission reverted to the Tokra objective of overthrowing the Demon and freeing the planet from Goua'ld tyranny. This, they decided, was what Colonel O'Neill would have wanted, and if they managed to acquire his body for return to Earth, all the better.

Once arriving at their rebel safe house, Daniel and Sam sat together in the dark and comforted each other, both knowing that the grieving would not truly begin till they returned home. They told stories about Jack, things he'd said or done, or attempted. Looks they remembered, expressions he used that had since become commonplace in the SGC slang. Daniel, sobbing, relayed his first meeting with the then tough as nails, by the book and extremely suicidal O'Neill. How he had seen another side of him during the first Abydos mission and some of the things Jack had done to ease Daniel's transition back to Earth after Share' was taken and he came to live with the man. Carter, for the most part just allowed Daniel to talk, not ready to completely give in to grief yet herself but knowing how much Daniel needed to talk. They woke up as they had fallen asleep, holding each other.

The sunrise brought the light through the windows in Mehta's quarters. Vasu was normally awake by now and performing his morning duties, including having his cleansing, but Mehta had given him an extra dose of raztatra during the night to hopefully keep him comfortable enough to sleep. Since Vasu had yet to waken from his strangulation, Mehta could not get him to drink it and instead poured it directly into his still gaping and oozing rectum. Mehta watched him all night, careful to keep him on his side and personally changing the thick towels that were placed so the Makreet's irritating mucus and semen could be removed and disposed of as quickly as possible.

The Healer would be back soon with an herbal solution for instillation to assist in cleansing and healing the slave. The Healer had rushed in immediately when summoned last night , thinking the Demon or Mehta ill, and became angry when he found out he had been summoned for a mere slave, treated Vasu, gave Mehta instructions and said he would be back at first light with the herbals.

Now, Mehta waited. If the healer did not return by the time the sun cleared the low garden wall, then Mehta would send jaffa to arrest the man. Then the healer would be treating his own wounds, as Mehta would give him to Ravana's new pet, the Makreet he had won in the wager with Her'ur.

Vasu stirred and instantly Mehta was at his side wiping his brow and cooing softly to him to return to sleep. Vasu could not understand why Mehta was fully clothed and, in a serious breech of protocol, Vasu still laid in bed. Not just laying in bed, but also bolstered with pillows at every point and in the very center of the huge bed, he tried to get up and was held down by Mehta's large hand on his chest.

Mehta called for assistance and three attendants came running. They helped Vasu to his back, or as close to lying on his back as the slave could manage. Then they brought water and juice and the gruel that was the majority of every courtesan's diet on Lanka. The gruel was made from a fortified rice like grain usually made with different fruit juices, providing enough nourishment but little residue to get in the way of a courtesan's major functions. It was usually watery, but Mehta had some specially made for Vasu and sweetened with honey, knowing how Vasu always would sneak a finger full of the honey when serving Mehta his morning bread. He sat on the bed and fed Vasu with a spoon, stroking his cheek or kissing his forehead between spoonfuls. Vasu was obviously becoming more uncomfortable by the moment and finally, when the pain became unbearable, he fell onto his side sobbing. Mehta gathered the slave into his arms and sent for Jagan.

Part 8

The Healer, Panshin, had returned to his house aware the rebels would be there. He also knew he had limited time before Mehta would send jaffa to drag him back. He just assumed the rebellion would be well under way by then and this would allow the rebels a chance to pick off a few jaffa away from the palace. Panshin was angry; he used this latest outrage as an example of the decadence and amorality that was Ravana's reign. "Called out, in the dark of night, to treat a COURTESAN! A serious illness, you ask? Perhaps a fall or a broken bone, you say? NO, called in for a COURTESAN who had been REAMED too brutally by some kind of animal that Ravana has acquired! THIS is why they called the greatest healer on Lanka, to treat a COURTESAN!"

"Does that happen often?" Daniel asked appalled less at the outrage than at the description of the injury.

"No, usually courtesans are left to either heal or die; they have their own healers of a sort who know how to treat their common injuries." The rebel leader Orasa replied, shaking his head. "Panshin is correct, when he does not return they will send jaffa for him, we must be ready for them. They must not leave here alive." He instructed his men where to set up their ambush and sent word to the house at the end of the street to keep lookout.

Sam was amazed it seemed that the rebels comprised more than two thirds of Lanka's population. The only people loyal to the Demon were his jaffa, courtesans and the collaborators who worked for the Goua'ld, and Sam wasn't too sure about the jaffa who were actually prisoners of addiction.

Regarded with the highest animosity were the courtesans, who could be called on at any time or in any place to give whatever sexual service Ravana, his jaffa or highly regarded citizens would request, even to rutting with each other in the crowded streets. All the citizens of Lanka agreed that they could live with Ravana if his courtesans were gone and his sexual proclivities were more controllable. Since that was unlikely to happen, the courtesans would probably be slaughtered even before Ravana and Mehta met their ends.

Daniel tried to understand the Lankans hatred of the courtesans but saw them as another kind of victim and did not want to broach that argument with someone as angry as Panshin, who had already told him that anyone with the Lotus tattoo was marked for death. Orasa had explained to Daniel that all courtesans wore the Lotus tattoo just above their pubis. usually in red except for the First Prime's courtesan whose was done in gold like his master. All courtesans were shaved and that would make them unable to hide their tattoos. They were also all pierced through both nipples and the women through the labia and men through the scrotum and penis. Any one of these alterations would mark a person for death, as the ordinary Lankan did not abide piercing.

The signal was received from the watch house, a small contingent of five jaffa were on their way to Panshin's house. Ferretti, Sam and Jacob had a quick conversation with Orasa deciding to allow the rebels to initiate the ambush with SG Five only assisting if things got out of hand. That would allow the Lankans more perceived control over their own destiny.

As the jaffa come into the little cul de sac, the last two were grabbed from behind, their throats slit before they could make a sound. Jagan stepped up to Panshin's house and walked in the door, Ravana's jaffa had never been big on common courtesies like knocking. Jagan was zatted and dropped just inside the door. As the other two jaffa tried to scramble for cover the rebels behind them stabbed them in the back. In his anger for the earlier intrusion, Panshin fired a second zat at Jagan, killing him. Orasa was angry with Panshin, they were going to use Jagan to get them into the palace and now had lost that advantage because of his offended dignity. Now they needed another way in, soon there would be no covering up there would be war.

Finally, Orasa, Ferretti, and the Carters decided to attempt to move closer to the palace using the rebel network for cover, leapfrogging, as Ferretti called it, taking out the collaborators and tying them up as they moved towards the palace, making the mopping up easier for the rebel forces. The good news was most of the collaborators in this area of the city were important and had spent the evening at Ravana's banquet for the visiting System Lords. The banquet ended much later than normal due to some unusual entertainment and that meant that the collaborators would probably be in bed asleep and much easier to subdue.

The rebel forces and SG Five moved quickly towards the palace gates. So far Ferretti's idea was working perfectly, the only injury to a rebel who tripped over a step in a collaborator's house and had broken an ankle. The palace was not unguarded, but even these jaffa had seen long duty the night before and were somewhat less attentive than they would normally be. Ferretti had an idea: if something going on outside the gate got their attention, maybe they would come out. Daniel looked at Sam and Ferretti immediately knew what would work.

Part 9

Mehta grew impatient waiting for Jagan to return with the healer. He sent an attendant to bring the courtesan Ewanchyna to attend Vasu. Ewanchyna was the oldest of the eunuchs, was wise in caring for the maladies that could afflict the male courtesans and had been a favorite of Ravana's for many years. Ewanchyna came in and saw Vasu's injury, then hurried back to his quarters with an attendant to gather some items.

Presently he returned and prepared a bath in the tiled room, calling for Vasu to come. Mehta picked up Vasu as gently as possible and carried him into the tiled room, leaving a trail of bloody mucus all the way to the bath. The discharge ran down the front of Mehta's tunic and everywhere it touched, his skin burned like fire. Now with tears in his eyes just imagining Vasu's pain, Mehta tried to put Vasu into the bath and, finding it impossible, laid him on his side on the covered bench, while he stripped off his own clothes and boots. Then, Mehta carried Vasu down the steps and into the bath, immersing them both. The herbal liquid that was in the bath, stung and then numbed and although Vasu initially cried out he quieted quickly, and put his head on Mehta's shoulder and closed his eyes. Mehta sat on the ledge in the bath, holding Vasu in his lap and stroking his face and hair.

Ewanchyna was amazed. He had never seen such tenderness towards a courtesan in all his years. Surely this was more than a master and slave relationship: Mehta truly cared for this man. With this revelation and because Mehta was unashamed of his feelings for the slave, Ewanchyna vowed he would do all that he could to help heal him.

Sam and Daniel started shouting at each other in the living area, saying hurtful and mean things to each other, for nearly fifteen minutes before Sam stormed from the house and into the street, Daniel followed her yelling. He caught up with her in front of the palace gate, grabbing her by the arms and shaking her, while shouting in her face. Daniel raised his hand to slap her and Sam ran to the gate for help from the watching jaffa. The two jaffa on guard spoke briefly for a moment, then opened the gate, allowing Sam inside. Daniel followed and was being restrained by one of the guards to keep him from assaulting Sam and Ferretti moved to the gate, describing how he had been witness to the entire incident. Ferretti paused as he was admitted and managed to apply the ever-versatile duct tape that he always carried over the locking mechanism. Then, with a nod to Jacob and Orasa followed the jaffa.

The two jaffa had all they could do to keep Sam and Daniel apart. Daniel insisting he wanted a divorce, Sam calling him lazy and a terrible lover, Daniel calling her frigid and conceited. The guards struggling and smiling allowed the helpful citizen that was Ferretti to carry their staff weapons while taking the battling spouses to Ravana. As their god Ravana was the only one who could grant divorces and allow marriages, the disposition of this marriage, like all others, would be his decision.

Jacob smiled and nodded at Ferretti as he gave him a smug smile when the jaffa handed him their weapons to carry. Jacob shook his head in disbelief at the temerity of the man to offer to and indeed carry the enemy's weapons for them. Orasa began to divide his people and assign them their tasks for when the guards were out of sight and they would move into the palace.

Sam and Daniel were brought to stand in the great hall amidst a group of petitioners to the Demon Ravana. Some had come to request more land, a marriage, a divorce, or blessings on a child, or to complain or ask about something. All were now waiting as Ravana had summoned someone who had yet to appear.

Mehta was angry. The healer was still not back and now Jagan defied him by keeping him waiting. On top of all this, the fool, Ravana, had summoned Vasu to attend him in the Great Hall. Mehta called Daveh and sent him to Ravana to explain that Vasu was very ill from the prior evening's entertainment and would not be able to attend him.

Now Daveh returned with a message from Ravana for Vasu to attend him immediately. The First Prime was livid, he shouted at Daveh, and after speaking quietly to Vasu, Mehta left the quarters to confront Ravana himself.

Vasu heard the discussion between Mehta and Daveh and insisted Ewanchyna and the attendant make him ready for presentation to Ravana. The eunuch objected but understood Vasu's desire to keep his master safe and set about preparing Vasu as quickly as possible.

When Mehta arrived in the Great Hall, he set his sights on Ravana sitting regally on his throne on the dais and nothing else. He walked towards the throne and bowed deeply when he arrived there. He moved to Ravana's side and leaned down to whisper in Ravana's ear. That was when Mehta spotted the two members of SG One standing in the group of petitioners.

Sam recognized the face and whisper to Daniel that they had been recognized. Daniel was forced to take Sam's word for it, not wearing his glasses gave him limited distance vision, not letting him see more than fuzzy shapes at that distance. Ravana nodded to Mehta and he moved through the hall towards the exit. Daniel commented, "Or not." as Mehta exited the room.

Only to have Sam comment, "Told you" as more jaffa and Mehta moved up behind them and laid hands on them, then dragged them out for Ravana's inspection.

"My Lord Ravana, these are two more of the Tauri warriors." Mehta gloated. Then, turning to Daniel and Sam, "Did you come thinking to rescue O'Neill? Well, O'Neill is dead and now you have forfeit your own lives as well."

All eyes in the room were on the confrontation at the front. Ferretti became nervous when the two jaffa moved up on either side of him, relaxing somewhat when they only took back their weapons He decided to move a little further away from them and started to back up quietly

Part 10

"I almost did not recognize you without your spectacles, Doctor Jackson." Mehta laughed, then turned to Carter, "You look lovely in our native dress, Major Carter. I'm sure you both will enjoy your time here as much as O'Neill did." Mehta gestured and the jaffa forced Daniel and Sam to their knees. Then a weak voice from the back of the hall said "I attend as you requested my god Ravana." Mehta froze in place as Vasu, half supported, half led by Daveh, moved to the front of the hall, light reflecting off his fittings.

Sam gasped in shock and Daniel whispered urgent questions to her that she was too stunned to answer. Until the figure moved along side on its way to the dais, Sam shouted, "COLONEL!" Daniel's eyes widened and his head turned quickly to spot a tall, tanned, silver haired figure moving to the front of the hall. "JACK?!" Daniel shouted, "JACK, IS THAT YOU?!" Vasu slowed and tilted his head briefly, but continued to the dais and knelt before Ravana while Mehta smiled at Daniel and Sam.

"Ah, Vasu, I'd heard you were unwell. Tell me, do you know these Tauri?" Ravana gestured behind Vasu, so he stood and looked, almost falling when he stood, Mehta quickly at his side.

"No, my god, I do not." Vasu responded.

"Vasu, come here." Ravana said, and Vasu moved unsteadily to Ravana's side.

Now Sam and Ferretti got a good look at their former commanding officer and friend standing naked next to the throne. He had large silver looking rings through each nipple, each containing several small bells that chimed softly when the man moved. He was also wearing a type of chain harness. It kept his cock in an upright position, supported by the large silver ring through the end of his penis and another chain that ran from a large ring in his scrotum.

Daniel squinted and his hands went to the pouch at his belt only to be restrained by a jaffa. The jaffa removed the pouch and opened it, showing the glasses to Mehta who said "Oh, by all means give Doctor Jackson his glasses." The jaffa handed the case back to Daniel who put his glasses in place and gasped at the sight of his friend standing before him.

Daniel finally got a good look at Jack, tanned, perhaps a little thinner, and standing tall and completely naked next to this Goua'ld. Daniel couldn't help but stare and Mehta, noticing the effect seeing his friend like this was having on Jackson, leaned over and whispered something to Ravana that caused the Demon to roar with laughter. Ravana reached his hand out to Vasu standing next to him and began fondling the slave's restrained penis. Then, looking down, Ravana noticed Jackson's gaze moved to his friend's organ and laughed again, "Perhaps, Vasu, our guests here would like a demonstration of your talents?"

Motioning to a jaffa, Ravana ordered Diallo brought in. The jaffa bowed and left, returning a few moments later with the leashed creature. Mehta looked at Ravana, bent and removed Vasu's platinum harness, then moved aside as the Makreet moved up behind Vasu and began to tongue his abused anus, toying with whichever platinum ring it could reach.

Sam was appalled ant squeezed her eyes closed; Daniel needed to be further restrained as he attempted to get to Ravana while shouting obscenities. Ferretti tried not to look horrified as he inched his way to the door. Vasu moaned and writhed under the tongue of the animal, thrusting himself back on the long tongue that licked and slurped inside his tortured rectum. Ravana roared with laughter as the animal immediately began to masturbate itself with its other hand, its erection gaining full size quickly as the Makreet remembered the taste of this one from last night, the mucus flowing quickly to cover the length of the organ.

Vasu was on his hands and knees now, pushing his buttocks back onto the Makreet's face, lost in stimulation. Daniel screamed "NO MORE!" and struggled with the jaffa who restrained him. "PLEASE, JACK, STOP IT!" Carter still had her eyes closed, a look of horror etched deep into her face.

"Does this bother you, Tauri?" Ravana asked, motioning towards the little tableau that was playing out on the steps of the dais. "As Mehta told you, O'Neill is dead. This slave lives only to pleasure and be pleasured." When Ravana next ordered, "Diallo, mak chi!" the Makreet stopped what he was doing and sat up, stroking his huge erection. At Ravana's direction, the jaffa walked the animal toward the prisoners, allowing them an up close view of the huge red erection covered in mucus and already dripping in anticipation. Sam opened her eyes at the smell that approached and gagged when she saw the large animal stroking its erection, sniffing first at her crotch, then at Daniel's.

"You see, Makreet live to rut, according to the former owner of this Makreet. Yes, Her'ur was quite unhappy about loosing the wager last night. Now he will have to hunt and tame another Makreet, a difficult prospect." Ravana said, then looking at Vasu lying on his stomach along the step, "Vasu, perhaps you could pleasure that prisoner with your mouth." Ravana pointed at Daniel whose sheer pants had just been removed by the Makreet in order to toy with Daniel's erection.

Vasu got up and went where he was directed, kneeling in front of Daniel and with soft hands taking the hard cock into his mouth. "Jack, please, don't." Daniel sobbed as Jack swallowed his entire length, then pulled back and sucked on the dripping head. The Makreet moved to Carter and was poking under her dress with a large finger, trying to force it in between her tightly closed legs.

Part 11

"Vasu, come to me", Mehta said softly and the slave left Daniel's dripping erection and went to his master. "You see, Doctor Jackson, Vasu is my slave. He needs me and will do anything I ask of him. Vasu, stroke yourself." Mehta ordered softly and Vasu, the slave, obeyed. Lifting his chin and closing his eyes, his hands began their dance. Mehta waited till he thought Vasu was ready and said "Vasu, would you like for me to give you your pleasure?" "Oh yes, master" Vasu panted

Mehta looked at the two captives and said, "I told you your friend was dead. I meant it. Vasu only knows one kind of pleasure. It is, in fact, the only way he gains his release." Then Mehta moved up behind Vasu who tilted his head back to allow his master better access, placed his big hands around the slender throat and began to squeeze while Vasu continued to stroke himself. Daniel and Sam both screamed at the same time, watching their friend's face turn to red and then blue, his eyes bugging out, another small vessel breaking in the white of his eye. His strokes became frantic as his chest spasmed for air. With one last kick and stroke, Vasu's erection erupted in wave after wave of ejaculate. Mehta, loosening his grip and supporting the nearly unconscious man, laid him down on the floor in front of Daniel and Sam, his softening cock still dripping and twitching. A few moments later, Vasu awakened and knelt in front of Daniel and Sam awaiting his orders.

A faint noise was heard from outside and then the doors burst open to Louis Ferretti, SG Five, Orasa, Jacob Carter and a host of rebels. The jaffa restraining Sam and Daniel left their prisoners to battle with the intruders but were slaughtered. The rebels ran for the dais, one cutting Ravana's throat, Orasa holding a weapon on Mehta.

Vasu still knelt in front of Daniel who had stepped back and replaced his meager clothing when the jaffa let him go. A rebel moved up behind Vasu and was going to slit his throat, Sam screaming for him to stop, when Daniel decked the man, gathering Vasu into his arms. Ferretti pulled some drapery from a table nearby and wrapped it around O'Neill's frail looking body and Daniel sat on the floor with Jack draped across his lap, speaking softly to him.

When Vasu spotted Mehta being tied and on his knees, he started to cry and tried to go to him. Daniel wouldn't let go. "Please, I must go to my master, he needs me. Please, let me go to him, please." Vasu sobbed over and over.

One of the rebels, the healer Panshin, stepped forward. He walked up to Mehta and slapped the man across the face "You called me out to treat a common courtesan! How dare you debase me in that fashion! Bring that beast here!" he shouted to the rebel holding the Makreet's leash.

The restrained beast approached and another rebel cut Mehta's breeches off and pushed him down on his face, hands tied behind his back. Diallo immediately moved in and began to lick at the First Prime's anus; Mehta did not make a sound. From the back of the hall a voice shouted "Diallo, sydih afhbo!" and the beast moved up to insert its giant organ into the former First Prime's rectum.

Vasu shrieked and pushed Daniel away, running to his master and covering him with his body. The Makreet uncaring about its choice of rectums started to insert its organ into Vasu's still dilated anus.

The healer Panshin spit on Vasu and said "Didn't you have your fill last night? He had to call me out to treat you and now you crave this abomination!"

Before the Makreet could insert itself into Vasu, the creature fell over, zatted by Ferretti and Daniel once again scooped O'Neill up in the draping he held. Then Ferretti zatted the creature two more times, removing it from any further discussion.

Panshin, seeing now how these devices worked, took a zat from one of the rebels guarding the jaffa and fired quickly three times at Mehta, the last two shots unheard over O'Neill's shrieking cries.

Jacob moved up to the former healer "This," he pointed to O'Neill "is the courtesan that you were called out to treat last night?"

"Yes," Panshin spat, "disgusting, worthless creatures, all of them."

Jacob turned to Orasa and then back to Panshin "This disgusting, worthless creature is why your little rebellion received any assistance at all. This," Jacob pointed to the man sobbing in Daniel's arms, "is Colonel Jack O'Neill, the man we came to rescue, you idiot!" Jacob shook his head in disbelief and went to Sam, taking her in his arms to check on her.

The rebels started to herd the remaining courtesans together when a small effeminate voice called from the back of the crowd "Wait, Vasu will need these herbs to heal!" Jacob and Ferretti looked at each other, then Ferretti ordered the man brought forward.

The man bowed from the waist, "I am Ewanchyna, healer of courtesans. I had started to treat Vasu before he was summoned. You must continue the treatment; the mucus and semen ejaculate from the Makreet is very irritating and does much damage, inside. Vasu, your friend, will succumb unless he is treated quickly." then looking at Panshin ".and correctly. You must come with me. I will give you supplies and instructions. Quickly, before they kill me." Then, bowing to the rebel guarding him "I will return for you to administer my punishment, but first let me help this man?" Ferretti looked at Jacob and then at Sam. "Major, you'd better go with him." Then he began deploying his men, "Hager, you Cho and Manos go with them."

Part 12

Ferretti then did a radio status check of the other teams, Colonel Hahn's SG Two and company had taken out the field where Ravana kept his small complement of spacecraft with only a few minor casualties. Major Gorak's SG Three Marines with Bratac and Teal'c had encountered no problems initially, but now, taking on their secondary target, they had sustained some casualties, including three rebels and one Tokra death. They were currently engaged in mopping up a few holdouts, but the target would be secure shortly.

Ferretti congratulated both commanders over the radio and smiled broadly, telling both Hahn and Gorak that they had found Colonel O'Neill alive and were returning to the rendezvous point. The Colonel had to swallow the smile when Jacob Carter asked him about the secondary target that he hadn't been informed about.

A few minutes later, Sam stuck her head in the door and asked her father to come out for a moment. Ferretti discussed with Daniel and Orasa the best way to transport Jack back to the rendezvous point, agreeing on a litter. Jacob came back into the hall and spoke with Ferretti and Orasa and the team grouped to head out.

Before they left, Sam pulled Daniel away from Jack to allow Ewanchyna a chance to speak to him and tell him it was okay to leave. Daniel was hesitant, but if it would help ease their friend's mind, he would agree.

Ewanchyna sat on the floor next to the litter they had laid Jack on and patted his hand. He told him that these people had been his friends before and had come to take him back now that Mehta was gone. They would care for him and help him to recover from the injuries inflicted by the Makreet. When Jack sobbed, Ewanchyna told him that Mehta had wanted to send him home with these people. Once he had been healed of injury and cured of the raztatra, he could return to Lanka if he desired.

Then Ewanchyna broke the slave's heart. He told him that Mehta had loved him very much and he had never seen the First Prime act with such tenderness toward anyone as he had towards Vasu. It was because of this love that Mehta wished Vasu to go with these people, live a long life, and remember Mehta fondly in his heart.

Sam's eyes began to tear up at the loving way the old eunuch spoke to the sobbing O'Neill as she packed away the supplies Ewanchyna had given them into several large baskets for the trip to the ship. He had even told her how to make the gruel and how to flavor it, telling her Vasu would be able to digest little else having had nothing but this gruel since his kidnap and enslavement, and his body being used in such a fashion. He'd even gone so far as to include Vasu's favorite honey to sweeten the mixture.

Ewanchyna had declined the trip to Earth saying he had been a courtesan by choice, having fallen in love with Ravana before the Goua'ld had gone mad. Now he wished to stay and pay the same price as his other sisters and brothers. The old eunuch leaned down and kissed Vasu on the forehead, brushing the silver locks from his eyes, then stood and rejoined the crowd of courtesans being herded off by the rebels.

Manos and Hager carried the litter bearing O'Neill. SG Five, refusing to allow any of the Lankans to touch the litter, switched off with Ferretti and Cho and even Daniel and Jacob volunteered to spell the other litter bearers. The rebels carried the large baskets that Ewanchyna had filled on poles between them. Sam carried all the sample containers she had filled with raztatra. Orasa carried a small cask of raztatra in a sling on his back.

They moved carefully towards the rendezvous with SG Two, meeting them on the road just outside of the city. Other than Lieutenant VanLonden's broken left arm, they had only cuts and bruises, so Hahn's SG Two also took turns spelling the litter bearers and carrying the accumulated supplies

The last rendezvous was with Gorak's SG Three Marines and Teal'c and Bratac who had set up camp at the rendezvous point. Teal'c and Bratac walked down the road to meet them. Teal'c spoke gently to a semi conscious O'Neill briefly before taking one end of the litter and Bratac the other for the walk into camp. In camp, they rested and Jacob signaled the Tokra ship to land. No longer requiring secrecy, the ship would land on the road by their position.

The Marines seemed to have gathered a large quantity of supplies on their own and Jacob again questioned Ferretti and Gorak on the secondary target that had been achieved. Gorak showed the Tokra the barrels of raztatra that the Marines had retrieved from the monastery in the mountains where it was made, even down to a large volume containing the handwritten formula for both drugs that had been kept in the monastery office. Then he explained to the elder Carter how they hadn't wanted to let Doctor Fraiser down, having promised her a sufficient supply of the drug for both Colonel O'Neill and for medical study.

Daniel sat by the litter; his hand rubbing the tanned shoulder not covered by the blanket. He had missed Jack desperately, but wondered if this man, this sexual slave, would ever BE Jack again.

Vasu stirred and opened his eyes, focusing on the face before him. He looked around at the activity in the small camp, watching the movement, then focused again on the face staring so deeply into his.

Daniel looked into the deep brown eyes, praying for a glimmer of recognition, anything to let him know his friend was still inside this shell. He smiled hopefully. Vasu closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Daniel covered his face with his hands and wept.

Next: Resurrection