Title: Taboo

Author: Telkena telkena@yahoo.com

Rating: 17+ Sam and Jack

Summary: SG1 finds itself on a planet where the civilization is separated in two camps, each with an extreme view of their sexuality.

Spoilers: general season 8, nothing mentioned particularly

Archive: SJD yes, anyone who wants it, take it.

Disclaimer: SG's not mine.

Feedback: say what you have to say

Author's Notes: There is a part of this story where Sam gets raped. I have separated that scene from the rest of the story and will be posted as a part that will contain nothing lese but that scene. Those who are offended by this type of writing are free to skip reading it, without missing anything else but that scene. The part that will contain the rape scene will have a WARNING message attached.

Also… my first story with an actual plot so… if it sucks I will say I was forced to write it… at gun point… hope it doesn't though. It was suc a cool plot bunny, I'd hate to have cruely massacred it.

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Sam was starting to get a head ache. For the past 4 hours she had been sitting at the negotiations table listening to Daniel try and settle an understanding with the Trastian chief scientist. The Trastians and Lustravals, two cultures of the same civilisation, were in possession of an Archive that belonged to the Ancients and SG1 had received orders to do anything necessary to obtain it access to it. The deal was so crucial that General O'Neill had been ordered to accompany SG1 to the planet and attend the negotiations as a sign of respect to the people.

Sam looked at the General. His head was supported by both his hands, elbows on the table and he was starring out the window in front of him. He was so totally day dreaming it was outrageous. She actually felt embarrassed for him. He wasn't hearing a word of the negotiations, he wasn't even trying to look like he was paying attention. At least pretend, for crying out loud. He had even given up on that. He was that bored. He was simply gone. Sam sighed. Sometimes she wished she had the guts to be as outrageous as he was. But neither her rank nor her way of being allowed her to do that.

She followed Jack's gaze out the window. They were at the 10th floor of a building and they could see the clear sky and the rest of the city. White, marble and glass, beautiful city. The Trastians had a very elegant architecture and height seemed to be a standard. Everything was sparkling and in perfect conditions. Everything was also in shades of white, blue and gray. Which according to Jack made the place look like one giant hospital. He had hated the Trastians from moment one. They were cold, distant, barely with a sense of humor and very scientific about every aspect of their lives.

"Ok, guys…" Jack finally spoke. It was either that or have his head explode. "How about lunch break? Anyone here hungry?" Break, now.

"We have already ingested a necessary dose of calories that will hold us until late during the day." The leading Trastian negotiator spoke and Jack looked at him like he could shoot him where he stood. Break, now. "But if you wish we shall break so you can eat."

Jack shook his head. "Yeah… whatever. Lunch break then? Great!" He stood up from the table and walked to the other lounge. His knees were stiff as he got up and walked and his muscles hurt. How long had he been sitting there anyway? His team got up as well, Daniel and Teal'c remaining to discuss with the Trastians some more. "Carter?" He said walking up to her table and sitting across from her. She was picking at the food that had been displayed for them on a buffe. "What is it with these people?"

She smiled. "I guess they just like to be practical."

"No kidding! They're freaking me out." He picked out some food. "Umm… what have we settled with them so far? I want to go home."

She looked at him. He didn't hear a word of the negotiations. "We're going to meet with the other major culture on this planet to settle things with them as well. Apparently each of them has one representative that supervises the old Ancient records and only they know where it is." He poked at his food annoyed. "Hopefully it will be over soon."

He looked up. "Oh, I'm sorry. What? Oh yeah, yeah. Hopefully. What are these other people like?"

"The Lustravals. From what Daniel told me they're the exact opposite of the Trastians."

Jack smiled. "So that means they're gonna be fun." She smiled with him. "They're not getting alone are they?" She shook her head. "Figured. It's always like this isn't it? Wanna bet we'll end up caught in the middle of a mess?" She smiled at him like she would to a child. He really was bored. "Come on, let's bet." The winkle in his eyes was back.

"Sir…" She warned him with her voice. Bets were a bad idea.

"Come on, Carter! You scared?" Sam carter scared? Never. She glared at him and offered him her hand and he grabbed it, getting a little too caught up in the feel of her skin. They touched so rarely, every time they did it seemed like the most fascinating thing in the world to him. He coughed to hide his hesitation and went on. "I win… and you…" He smiled at her and the look in his eyes made her blush and her eyes widen. He wouldn't dare make a sexual proposition. He wouldn't dare. "You don't pester me with requisition forms for a week." He finally finished. She actually let out a relieved sigh. She knew that was not what he was thinking. She was sure of it. Not by the way he looked at her, making her feel like she was naked to his gaze. But he didn't say it. "What?" He asked innocently. "What did you think I was going to say?" He was teasing her.

"Nothing, sir." He grinned. "And if I win…" She continued. "You help me get my requisitions faster." He winced. Paperwork. She hit him where it hurt. But he agreed none the less. "Sir…" She motioned for him to look behind him, towards the window.

The two representatives from each culture, a Trastian male and a Lustraval female were tucked away in a corner, talking quietly, touching, smiling. "I thought they didn't get along."

"As cultures, the don't sir. Apparently some are willing to break the rules…" Sam regretted her choice of words the second they slipped out. "Some don't agree." She offered. He had heard her words and her hesitation, but his head was turned away from her and he could hide his own reaction. Some could break the rules. Why couldn't they? Why wouldn't she? Hell, Jack would have been willing to screw the big book of regulations the moment he confessed his love for her on the Zatarc chair. Why wouldn't she? He closed his eyes and sighed before turning to her, his composure back.

"Romeo and Juliet, huh Carter?" She smiled but before she could say anything Daniel came to them and asked them to return to the table. "Daniel, tell me something." He said, letting Sam walk just a step in front of him. "How the hell do these people go about sex?" Daniel blushed a little, but looked Jack straight in the eye. "What?"

"You really want to know?" He asked.

He grabbed Daniel's arm to fall a bit more behind Carter when he heard her giggle at his question. He had a feeling she already knew. How come she was getting to all the good stuff before he did? "Is it kinky?" He asked. "Yeah, come on, tell me."

"Purely for procreation. They view sex a reproductive duty and nothing else. They do it to have kids and that's all. Their personalities do not include sexuality."

Jack stopped in his tracks. "You mean they don't like sex? They don't do sex? Christ Daniel! I knew I didn't like them, but now they really freak me out."

"They don't do sex for pleasure, no Jack. It's the way they are." Jack moved on towards the room.

"They're fucked up…" He mumbled, proud of his own choice of words.

"Why? Just because they don't feel the need to screw every night? Life on Earth would sometimes be a lot less complicated if we didn't have to deal with our own sexual needs, and emotions, Jack. You know that." Daniel walked past him and sat next to Sam at the table.

Fuck, had Daniel just called him on his feelings for Sam? Did he know that? Hell yeah! He cursed himself every night for the way he left for her, for the pain he left at going to an empty house when he just wanted to be with her, for jerking himself off from hard ons she gave him. On a daily basis. For wanting her and not being allowed to have her.

His jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists as he took his seat. He disliked these people. The Lustravals should be a lot more entertaining.

The meeting ended late in the night with the agreement that they were to meet with the Lustravals the next day. More negotiations. Jack was seriously considering going back to the SGC and leaving SG1 to deal with it all. That much talking really tested his patience. This was a job for Daniel, for Teal'c, heck, even for Carter. Not for him. But hey, if the big boys in the Pentagon thought that his presence here would help smooth things, who was he to question?

Jack saw Sam was walking with the Lustraval representative along the corridors. The two women seemed to have gotten rather friendly. He hoped that would only serve to them gaining access to what they wanted easier. He saw the woman part with Sam and he discreetly followed her with his eyes to see her walk in a room. Followed shortly and discreetly by her Trastian friend. He shook his head. That was one messed up couple. He figured that since the two cultures were so different, their views of sex must be just as different. Wouldn't he like to be a fly on the wall in that room. One was without sexuality and the other was sex obsessed. *Damn…* He thought. *The things they must be doing.*

And there was the beginning of an erection. When had be become this pathetic? He tugged at his shirt and walked to his room. Only to find Sam waiting for him in front of the door. That's why he was so pathetic. He quickly did a 180 to avoid her, but it was too late. She had seen him and already called "Sir." And he was so not in the mood to deal with her when he was trying to will away a hard-on. He turned and smiled in her direction, walking casually to his room and showing her in. He breathed in deeply and followed her. Him alone with Sam in his bedroom. Just what he needed when he was already hard.

"So what's up Carter?" His eyes closed and he stopped a groan. Shit, totally bad choice of words. So typically him. He let it go and looked at her. She didn't catch on. How could she?

"Well, sir, I wanted to talk to you about the Lustravals." He sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to take a seat, but she remained standing. Jack shrugged and went to take his boots off while she talked. "There are certain… delicate aspects of their culture that Daniel believed you should be informed of. To…"

"Avoid me doing something stupid?" He offered. "As usual?" He smiled when she flinched at his words. Called her on it. She never would have said it, but she so thought it. So did Daniel. "So what it is Carter?"

"Their sexual habits."

"Whoa Carter!" He said suddenly sitting up. Not talking to Sam about sex when he was already hard. That was like threading on thin ice and he could so easily lose it and have her back up against the wall, ripping her clothes off. "Why isn't Daniel briefing me about this?"

"He's going over the details of the treaty established so far. But you're right sir, it is inappropriate of me to brief you about this." She moved towards the door. "I'll send Daniel over when he's done."

Jack flinched. He didn't want to brush her off like that, but it was a bit uncomfortable for both of them. He sighed. "Carter wait…" He took a step in her direction. "We both know how Daniel is. It'll take him hours to get that done and I really want to hit the sack. Just make it quick and get it over with." He shoved his hands in his pockets. "I mean we're both…" He cleared his throat. "Adults here. All in the line of duty. So spit it out."

She smiled at him. "They're sex obsessed, sir." His jaw actually dropped and she could see him immediately tug at his shirt. "They care about nothing else but sex. Any time, anywhere, with anyone. No rules, no boundaries…"

"Okay!" He actually sounded strangled. He cleared his throat. "Ok, I get it. Promise I won't embarrass myself. Or… any of you guys." She smiled. Since when was she so bold when it came to sex. He looked away from her. "Anything else?"

"No, sir. That was the most sensitive…" His eyes drifted shut. "…information. See you tomorrow, sir." She nodded in his direction and walked out of the room.

"Fuck!" He swore. He was going to be with Sam in a sex-crazed civilization. "Just fucking perfect!" He stripped furiously, leaving his clothes where they hit the floor. "Not do anything stupid… How the hell…" He looked at the bulge in his boxers. "I get a major hard-on just be being in the same room with her. How the fuck am I supposed to keep my dignity, let alone hers, when there's going to be sex all around us?" He stepped in the shower and tried to relax. The only great thing about the Trastians were their bathrooms. They were obsessed with being clean all the time. So their bathrooms were luxury. Which was perfect for him. Jack had to focus. He had to. Not on Sam, but the mission. He could do that. He had to.

The trip to the Lustraval territory was uneventful. They left early morning leaving another SG team with the Trastians. Jack took point with the Lustraval woman, trying to keep as far away from Sam as possible. This was just business. Nothing more. They were officers and soldiers and this was a mission for Earth. Not the time to get horny. He could do this.

The settling was located in a plane, at the base of mountains. The atmosphere was that of nomads. The lived in huts, tents and dens, some living accommodations were inside mountain caves of different sizes, all warm and extremely cozy. They seemed to like spending time in groups, there were no formalities between them and the team received a very warm welcome.

Jack let Daniel do the talking while he scanned the area with his eyes. The first thing he saw was a couple barely covered by the flaps of their tent fucking hard. His head jerked away from them instantly only to be hit with the sight of two men having a woman pinned to a tree somewhere in the distance, one going down on her the other thrusting his tongue deep in her mouth. *Fuck, these people are insane!* He thought. He saw Sam look at the couple in the tent for a moment before she returned her eyes to Daniel and the Lustraval representatives.

He walked to her side. "Crazy, huh?" He said. She smiled blushing and nodded in agreement. "You comfortable with this?"

"We're supposed to do the job, sir. Doesn't matter if we're comfortable or not." He grunted. She was right. "We'll be fine, sir." Just as she uttered the words a young man approached her, desire evident in his eyes and began touching her. "Hey!" She immediately pushed him away hard enough to make him lose his balance and fall to the ground. "What're you doing?"

"I want to mate with you." He got up off the ground and moved towards her again. Jack stepped between the man and Sam, hand on his P-90 ready to aim and fire. "You claim her?" The man asked him looking him straight in the eye, challenging him. "If not step away."

"I don't think so buddy." Jack stood still. He knew Sam was going to kick his ass for his over protective attitude, given that she could take care of herself, but he couldn't help it.

"If you claim her, then why isn't she marked?" Another man said, eyeing Sam. "Nor is she satisfied." Disgust was obvious in his voice. "I want you." He told Sam and moved to wards her. Again she pushed him away, restraining herself from knocking him out.

"Daniel?" Jack said warningly. They were missing something here. "Etral?"

"You must forgive the young ones." The Lustraval woman, Etral, spoke. "They are very passionate and they are right. Sam is neither marked nor satisfied. They only desire to engage in sex with her."

"Excuse me?" She said outraged.

"Oh, forgive me, I have not explained this to you. Given our passion for sex, our senses are heightened. We are capable to sense when a woman or a man has been sexually satisfied, or when the body of a woman has been marked by a man's semen. Pheromones mostly. It is… complicated. You are neither, Sam and their desires are high. They wish to claim a new territory."

"Over my dead body." Jack said through clenched teeth. "Etral, you make it clear that she is not to be touched, or I swear by whatever God you believe in, I'll kill the one who does." His finger flinched on the trigger and Sam's eyes widened in shock. He was serious.

"Then you wish to claim her?" The woman asked.

"No one's claiming anyone. We don't do things this way. We're not of your culture. Don't drag us in it." He said and the woman nodded. The rest of the males had seen and heard the conversation and backed off to a safe distance. Not because of Jack's words but because of his menacing attitude and the way he held the weapon, standing close to Sam.

They still eyed Sam and circled her like a prey, until other women took opportunity of their aroused state to drag them to the ground or in some corner, free their dicks and fuck with them. Sam watched the scenes taking place, but felt assured that they would not attempt to approach her. Despite her own training, she found herself unconsciously staying close to Jack. Better to just avoid confrontation.

The talks with the Lustraval representatives went much easier than it did with the Trastians. They were to draw out the details of the agreement in the next day and then be taken to the archives. The talk had taken place outside around a camp fire and this time Jack had actually paid attention to what was being said, only to try and drown out the sounds of sex all around him. They seemed to be doing it anywhere, no matter how public or how outrageous. Until the talks were over he had seen two women orgasm, no matter how hard he tried not to. With Sam right next to him. Her face flushed by the scenes she must have noticed and the heat of the fire. Which led him to now have to hide a major hard-on.

They got up from the fire to set up their own accommodations for the night when two women walked up to Jack and began rubbing themselves on him. "You are no longer satisfied." One said, almost moaning at him. "Fuck with me for your pleasure." He groaned, looking at her. He did not need this kind of propositions when he had rock hard. The other woman reached round his body and grabbed his erection through his pants.

"Shit! No!" He yelped pushing them away. Daniel seemed to be taking it all in as if it were normal. *just another cultural exchange, huh, Daniel?* He though, while Sam looked at him and the women with an open mouth. "Thanks ladies, but no thanks."

"You are hard. Fuck me…" The woman dropped her dress in front of everyone there and stood naked before Jack. He left his mind spin. She was beautiful and he was one step away from just going along with it. He was so aroused it hurt like hell. The only thing that kept him from doing it was the man now closing in on Sam. She had already taken a defensive stance but he couldn't stand by.

Jack moved right behind her, eyeing the man and he stopped, only to have others begin and approach her. "Daniel!" Jack said warningly.

"Their instincts are stronger at night Jack. We have to stay here the night, it's not wise to move away from camp. Just claim her, no offense Sam, and have them leave you both alone."

"And tomorrow Daniel?"

"Well…" This time he looked away. "You heard what they said. Figure it out. We'll take it one day at a time. We'll be out of here soon enough."

A man grabbed Sam and tried to push her to the ground only to have her knock him out swiftly. She was tackled by two others and Jack found himself with another woman pressed to him. "Fine!" He yelled. "I claim her! Get the fuck off her, she's mine!" He pushed the woman away from him and grabbed one man away from Sam roughly throwing him to the ground. The other moved away from her as well.

"I'll fight you for her. What do you say?" the man asked, turning to Sam. "You fuck the winner?"

"I don't think so buddy." She said dusting herself off. "I choose him." The man looked Jack up and down and backed off. So it was that easy? Ok then. They were both suddenly left alone while the women focused now on Teal'c and Daniel.

Etral showed them to a cozy little den that was Sam's and the men were shown each to a den around to it. Despite the fact that Sam and Jack had chosen each other they each were offered their own place. "The need to mate in our people is strong." Etral said. "And the truth is that they are attractive people. I do not see why you refused them Sam."

"For the same reason I understand you have." She said letting her know she was talking about her affair with the Trastian man.

"Love." She said. "Do you love Jack?"

Sam smiled. "I have a man back home."

"Do you love him?"

"That's not the point, Etral. We're a lot more conservative about sex, than you are. Not so much as the Trastians, but we have our rules. I don't want to have sex with any of your men."

"But you will have sex with Jack." At this he spun around just as he was about to enter the den. He had walked two steps ahead, allowing the women their relative privacy. But Etral's last sure statement forced him to react. The woman looked at him. "You will not? Sam, our men will continue to request your favors if you continue to be among us unmarked and unsatisfied. They will not relent. And mentioning that you have taboos about sex, will only get you labeled as cold hearted machines, just as the Trastians are."

"We're not having sex." Jack said, looking at Sam for approval, yet wishing he had seen some disappointment in her eyes. He saw none.

"You shall have a hard time here." Etral said sighing. "Feel free to defend yourself as you see fit. No one shall hold it against you. But you may find another way to cheat them." They entered Sam's den and Jack remained in the door way expectantly. "Jack, you were satisfied this morning." He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. Sam only smiled and went to dropping her pack on the ground.

"If you did not have sex, then you must have pleasured yourself." He blushed furiously, yet nothing in his stance showing it, and Sam continued to smile without looking at him. "It can work for both of you. You can find satisfaction on your own. Sam will have some problems if she will not be marked, but I guess that will be that."

She brushed past Jack to leave. "I regret that you are so old fashioned about your sexualities." She said and walked out. Jack was left standing in the doorway while Sam inspected the place. It had all the necessary facilities, even though it did not have running water. It did have a small pool for bathing and such.

Jack picked up his pack. "You need me to stay Carter? Or can you…" Ok, his next words had to be careful. "…take care of yourself?" Ok, maybe not that smooth. He was good at innuendos even when he didn't mean to.

She smiled. "Yes sir. I'll be fine." He again felt disappointed. He had grown to enjoy the thought of spending the night with Sam.

He nodded, his eyes falling to the floor. "I'm next door if you need anything." He said and walked out. He stomped in his den and dropped his pack. He hated having to leave Carter alone for the night with these sex maniacs around, but he knew she didn't need him to take care of her.

He slept through the night without any events. And the next day things seemed to be relatively calmer. No one had tried to hit on him or Carter yet. And the both knew why. They had taken Etral's advice and they both took the time that morning to find release on their own. For Jack it wasn't a new practice. He had spent the better part of the last 8 years masturbating in the morning after waking up from wet dreams about Sam.

But it was new to see her in the morning, knowing fully well that she had done the same. Thoughts about her touching herself, her small hand moving between her legs, rubbing her clit, pushing her slim long fingers inside herself, her juices running, kept going through his head. It was nearly driving him insane. He wanted to see her, watch her do those things. The males kept circling her, knowing that she hadn't been marked, but that she was satisfied. She was still new, unclaimed territory for them and they wanted her. She had to spend most of the day fighting off men willing to mate with her and it had reached a point where Jack felt tired just watching her.

During one of the breaks of the negotiations he pulled her near him, warning off any other men. "Carter, maybe it would be best if we got you out of here. Take you back to the SGC and get someone else to cover for you."

"Absolutely not." She answered, feeling offended that he thought she couldn't pull through with the mission. "It's my mission sir. I'm the ranking officer in SG1 now, and I will not back out. I'm fine, sir." He nodded, apologizing to her with his eyes. He was not going to say the words out loud, and moved to return to the table. "Sir…" She whispered behind him. He turned to see her fumble with her hands. "Can I just stick around you for a while? They seem to…" He didn't let her have to finish saying it. He took her hand and drew her close to him and she smiled brightly at him. He heard her relieved sigh when she no longer had to fight men off her at every step.

Jack was amazed at how strong she had been through it all. Dealing with all these men must have been hard for her. Daniel told him that the past night she had to fight two men out of her den. She didn't speak of it, just took care of things alone, but he was determined to try and make things easier for her.

The day's negotiations had gone late into the evening. They were just breaking for the night when they saw one man run towards them. "She's gone." He said breathing fast. "Etral's missing." The representatives got up from the round the fire and began giving orders that she be found. "She was last seen with the Trastian man. We haven't seen her since." And that was how the crisis began.

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The Lustravals automatically blamed the Trastians for kidnapping their keeper of the archives. Sam considered saying something about the feelings the two young people had for each other but that would have only served to get Etral in more trouble. Jack's radio cracked. "Gen. O'Neill. Come in. This is SG20, come in." Jack gripped his radio and gave them the go ahead. "Sir, we have a situation. The Trastian keeper of the archives is missing. He was last seen with Etral. Is he there with you, sir? These people are freaking out."

SG1 looked at each other. "No, SG20. We're missing Etral as well." Jack said, then turned to Carter. "Any ideas Colonel? You two seemed to be close."

She flinched a little. "I think they ran away together sir. I remember she said once she wished they could just go away and be alone and together. I think they did just that."

He threw his hands in the air. "Great! Fucking great! With us here? When we're trying to negotiate a treaty for the damned Archive? Are they insane?"

"No sir, but they are in love."

"That's no excuse to fuck up their entire world. Look at them." He pointed to the Lustravals. They were fumbling around trying to find her, desperate that the Trastians had her, even talking about war.

"Jack." Daniel spoke. "She was here this afternoon. If she left then, they couldn't have gotten far. If we can catch up with them and get them back this will all quiet down."

Jack nodded. "Ok, let's do this." In 5 minutes they were geared up and moved away from the settlement, to where Etral used to meet with her lover. From there they started towards the mountains. The forest was dense and covered their tracks well enough. Teal'c was able to mostly keep much the correct track, but even he began having problems. "It could be easier if we had some Lustravals with us." Jack said at one point. "They seem to be pretty up to date with all this nature stuff."

"It would only get the girl into more trouble if they found her with him." He heard Sam speak behind him. Her breathing was hard as she kept pace with the rest of them. The past 2 days had taken their toll on her, but she held strong. "If we can find her and get her back, everything will be fine. I don't agree with her having disregarded her duties to the Archive sir." She was panting as she spoke, climbing on the rocks behind him. "But she shouldn't have to suffer from those sick bastards." Jack turned to her. She was right. He reached out to help her up a rock but she brushed him off and passed by him. He smiled to himself. She was one suborned woman. Sweet.

He turned to follow her when Jack felt his foot catch on a rock. The other one slipped from under him and before he had the chance to react he was falling. "Sir!" Sam shouted and tried to grab his hand but couldn't reach him. He rolled down hill, until he hit the trunk of a tree and stopped groaning loudly in pain. Sam darted after him dropping to her knees by his side and gently rolling him face up. "Sir…" He covered his face with his hands, in pain and embarrassment. This was one screwed up mission. "How badly are you hurt?"

"I'm fine Carter. Just my ego." He tried to brush her off and sit up but he crumbled back to the ground. "And my knee. Fuck, it hurts like hell." He said falling back down.

She turned to Daniel and Teal'c. "I'll take the General back to camp. You keep looking. Report every 20 minutes." They agreed and moved away from them to continue searching. She looked at him. He was fighting what looked like excruciating pain, by the desperate look on his face. "Sir… come on…" She moved his arm around her shoulders and helped him up. He grunted, desperation flashing over his face and leaning into her. Couldn't he just stay here the night and soak in his pain? He could feel the planes of her body fit along his and his arm tightened around her pulling her closer. She didn't resist, pressing her body to his, and holding him tighter. "At least it's not broken. " She said kidding. He moaned in frustration and started walking with her slowly back to camp.

He was dumped unceremoniously to her bed and he rolled face down and moaned into the covers. "Sir, you just take your… umm… clothes… off and see how bad you're injured and if you need medical attention. I'll go… ehm… see what's going on with these people. I'll be back soon." He didn't move for a long while after she left. He took off most of his clothes and was lucky to notice that other than the twist in his knee he wasn't injured. He cleaned himself up as best he could and sat down waiting for her. He was not going to be able to walk the rest of the night. And will probably limp for the next days. He picked up his radio. "Daniel, Teal'c? How're you guys doing?"

"No sign of them yet. Plus it's raining. We'll keep looking and be back soon. You ok, Jack?"

"No sweat. O'Neill out." Just as he put his radio down Sam walked in. "It's raining." He said looking at her. She narrowed her eyes at him. Her hair was dripping lightly, her clothes damp from the rain. "But I see… you already know that. How're things around here?"

She moved to her pack. "They're talking about war. They're pretty pissed off. We've got to find her and fast. Or keep them put. SG20 said the situation is similar with the Trastians." She had the first aid kit in her hands and moved towards him.

"That's ok, Cater, I'm fine." He waved his hands trying to brush her off. He did not feel like receiving first aid. From her most of all.

"Your knee needs to be immobilized." She said. "Why didn't you take your clothes off?" He flinched at her. He didn't want to do this. Especially with her. "Here." She said, kneeling between his legs and he felt his breath catch in his throat. "Let me see…" Her hands went to undo the belt of his pants and he slapped her away. "Sir!" She was shocked.

"I'm fine Carter. Leave me alone." He avoided her eyes and reached for the first aid kit himself. "I can do it myself. I know how." She shook her head at his stubbornness and got up, supporting herself on his upper legs. Which drew out a hiss from him. Sam immediately withdrew her hands, realizing what she had done and moved away from him. "Carter?" She turned. "You gonna get out of those clothes? You're wet." Damn. He bit his lip and forced himself to correct it quickly. "They're wet." He did not want to think of her as wet. In any way. But she was. Her hair was dripping, her clothes were wet and his mind automatically twisted his thought around to thinking about her naked, whimpering under him, his dick thrusting inside her body, her juiced coating him. Wet. She was wet.

He was staring at her and he knew it. But he couldn't look away. She fumbled with her pack. "I would take them off, but with these nuts, I don't dare to tempt them more. They're jumping me in full gear. I have no intention to tempt them by getting half naked." Jack was sure she was talking about the Lustravals, but somehow he felt like he was just like one of them. He was lusting after her just as much as these sick bastards.

He had taken his pants off and was now wrapping his knee tight, so he tried to focus on that instead of her. She moved and knelt in front of him again. His eyes darkened and his lips parted slightly in anticipation. He willed his breathing to stay calm as her eyes ran down his body slowly and rested on his knee. He had seen her linger just a split second too long on his groin, but thank God, His T-Shirt was long enough to cover him and his slight hard-on. He had to stop thinking about her sexually.

"Let me see…" She took the bandage from his hands, threading her fingers with his and moved to finish wrapping his knee tight.

"Come on Carter." He said trying to sound casual while her hands moved around his knee, lightly touching his leg and thigh, making his dick jump every time and demand her hands move to it. And her lips. God, she was so close to him. Free his dick and bend her head forward a little and she'd have him in her mouth so easily. "I'll stay with you tonight." He forced the words out to block his thought of her sweet parted lips so very close. "You can't stay like that. You'll end up with pneumonia." She smiled at him. "You need to change your clothes." She tied the bandage tight. And just sat there looking up at him. She kept looking at him, her eyes moving over the features of his face. "Carter..." He said barely above a whisper. He was not going to give in.

She looked away, suddenly realizing what she was doing. On her knees, if front of him? Between his legs? Was she out of her mind? She sat up, starting to remove her clothes until she was only in her underwear. She knew he was looking at her and he so wanted to stop staring and drooling but couldn't. He cleared his throat and tried to move off her bed to let her sleep, as she pulled on a dry T-Shirt. Her uniform would have to dry by morning.

"You said you'd stay…" She said looking at him trying to move off the bed. He nodded. "You're not sleeping on the floor. Not in your condition. We've shared closer quarters before, sir." She moved to him and gripping his arms she helped him back on her bed and pushed him on his back. She heard him moan and saw his eyes screw shut, fighting for his control. She also saw his T-Shirt riding up his body and reveal the beginning of his erection, but she didn't care. After having all these men hunt her down, she felt a lot safer with Jack, and even welcomed his aroused state to drive away the disgust she felt at the other men. She welcomed the presence of aroused his body close to her.

She dried her hair and contacted Daniel. They were back to camp themselves after not having found anything about Etral. She dropped the radio and slowly climbed in bed next to Jack. He had turned to his side, tucked under the covers, on the edge of the bed, his back to her. She was facing him, but he didn't move from his spot, giving her enough space and forcing himself not to deal with her half naked presence in the same bed with him. "Do you want to leave?" He asked her.

"We can handle it. We can handle them. Besides I'm the one who knows Etral." She saw him nod. "Why won't you face me?" He groaned and she reached her hand to pull at his shoulders to turn him. He wouldn't move. She withdrew her hand, brushing it slowly over his shoulder and down his back. "I've never felt as dirty as these men make me feel." She said. She had no idea why she was even telling him these things. She shouldn't, she should stop. It wasn't his business, she was an officer, she could deal with it. Just because he was her CO didn't mean he was supposed to fix everything for her and make the world all better.

"I'm sorry…" He said. "I wish I could change it."

"I know. It was weird facing you this morning without them jumping me immediately and have you know exactly what I had been doing."

"Same here." He said but still didn't turn. She sighed and turned her back to him herself. *Fuck!* He thought. He couldn't let her feel like this, like he thought less of her just because she was constantly looked at as a sex object. "Carter… If I turn and get closer to you I won't be responsible of my actions."

"I trust you, sir." She said. Perfect, but he didn't trust himself. He slowly turned and saw her back turned to him. He hesitated a little and scooted closer to her and before he even settled down, he felt her back up and spoon herself to him. His breath was knocked out of him at the feel of her body pressed tightly to him, hitting her neck powerfully and making her shudder.

"Damn it…" He moaned and tried to pull away from her. He was losing it. But her hand gripped his hip and held him still. She reached for his hand, laced her fingers with his and pulled his arm around her. Jack sighed and buried his face in her hair. He relaxed against her, drowning in her scent, the feel of her body against his and her fingers playing with his over her belly. If this is what she needed to feel better, who was he to argue? "Sleep, Carter. We've got a lot of work to do." He just wanted her to fall asleep so he could take care of the major hard-on he was trying to keep away from nudging her ass. He was not going to embarrass her like that. But he found himself fall sleep with her.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he heard her moan softly. It was barely morning. He opened his eyes slowly and just enough to see if she's ok and felt a stroke hit him. The covers were thrown off her upper body, barely covering her belly and she had her hand between her legs, moving hard and fast. His mind was now alert and his senses awake. Her breathing was fast and her eyes lidded, her cheeks were flushed and he could even smell her. His hard-on was back into action as he continued to remain still and watch her.

She bit her lip, her hand dipping lower and Jack saw her legs quiver under the sheets. She pushed two fingers inside her. She was oblivious to him, her eyes closed tightly and even though she tried to be as quiet as possible, he could hear every strangled moan, ever sigh. Her tongue poked out to lick her dry lips, her head thrashing on the pillow. He wanted her. His fist were gripping the sheets tight, so he wouldn't reach over and slip his own hand between her legs to help her along. He could so help her. Right to a powerful orgasm. He was good with his fingers. He knew that. He could hear the little wet sounds her fingers were making as they began thrusting inside her fast and rough. She was close, he could tell.

Sam drew on the feel of Jack's body against her last night to reach her orgasm. She wanted to go out and start working on getting Etral back, but she needed to do this first. And he was still asleep. He'd never know. She thought about how his body felt the past night. Hard against her, the planes of his chest against her back, his muscular arm draped around her. And mostly, the feel of his hard dick against her ass.

He had fallen asleep when she moved and felt his hard dick against her ass. She had pressed herself harder against him, feeling him thrust back instinctively. He was hard and he felt hot even through the barriers of their underwear. Her body got wet immediately as she kept slowly rubbing her ass against him, wondering what it would feel like to have that hard-on between her legs. She found the feel of his hard dick intoxicating, keeping her ass pressed tightly to him, his length between the cheeks of her ass.

Her hand moved harder on her clit and penetrating her opening fast, with two fingers, her orgasm finally hit her. She willed her body to shudder as little as possible, the muscles of her body twitching around her fingers and her belly quivering along with her body. She had to be quiet. Not a moan, not a sigh. She shook lightly as her orgasm died down and her breathing returned to normal. She caressed her clit a little more before she opened her eyes and removed her hand. She moved it to wipe it off on the sheets and felt a strong grip on it.

Her head snapped in utter shock towards Jack and saw him watching her. His eyes were dark and heavy with desire and need, almost furious, his breathing coming in short pants through his parted lips. He had watched her get herself off and she was mortified. Sam started trembling and tried to get out of his grip, but he didn't let her go. "What the fuck are you trying to do to me, Carter?" He spoke low and harsh, his eyes moving from hers to her wet fingers. Her eyes drifted shut with embarrassment and she moaned. "If you're not out of this bed in the next 20 seconds, Carter, I'm going to fuck you so hard…" He said warningly, his own voice trembling with obvious restrain.

She freed her hand from his grip and moved to get out of bed but then stopped. She couldn't let him embarrass her like this. He was just as vulnerable as she was. "Carter, I swear… get the hell away from me…" She heard him moan the words behind her. She suddenly turned around. His eyes were screwed shut, hands balled into fists in the sheets. And she pulled the covers slowly off him. He looked at her, his jaw set, forcing himself to stay still with every little thing he had. She looked at the impressive bulge in his boxers and licked her lips. He couldn't take it anymore and his hand gripped his dick through the cotton barrier and stroked himself.

She kept watching him and he kept stroking himself. Holding his gaze, she moved her hands to the cotton barrier of his boxers and swiftly pulled them down his hips, leaving his hand on his now bare dick. She saw his eyes flutter shut as his hand gripped the hot length and began stroking. She sat there on the bed with him, watching. He began moaning soon, his hand gripping tighter, stroking faster, rubbing around the head and squeezing it. He barely knew what he was doing, jerking off in front of Carter, but he was so far gone after seeing her come on her own hand, it was either this or fucking her.

He bit his lip and his hips twitched, thrusting in his hand. He moaned louder, pumping his hips in sync with his hand stroking his dick. He felt the pressure coil in his balls, his release all so close. His other hand moved lower and stroked his balls, his hips arching off the bed. He growled low and primal as his release finally hit him, his whole body jerking powerfully, his hips twitching against his hand. His come shot from his dick wetting his belly and his thighs and Sam found herself moaning along side him at the exquisite sight of his release. Jack O'Neill in orgasm. She definitely liked the way he looked when he came. And the sounds he made as release coursed through him. The pants, the grunts, the erratic thrusting of his hips.

His hands fell from his body and he lay there. Eyes closed catching his breath, his body still twitching from his fading orgasm. He groaned when the reality of what he had done sunk in and he gripped the sheets, covering his body tightly and turning on his side, still facing her, hidden under the covers. He had a hand over his eyes as he spoke. "I'm so sorry Carter… I never should have…." But he felt her warm lips brush softly against his temple. He looked up at her, surprised by her gesture and she was smiling shyly.

"I didn't want to be embarrassed, not towards you, not when they all…" She trailed off and pressed her lips to his head again. "We're even. Thank you, sir." She got up from the bed and began dressing. "We should resume the searches." She said while pulling her boots on. "We need to find Etral fast." Jack stayed in bed and watched her dress, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that they just watched each other masturbate. She seemed ok with it, even though a bit shy, but considering everything she had to endure from the other men, she must have needed this to feel like she was somewhat in control. To watch him lose himself like that. He found he didn't mind giving her that.

He got out of bed and got dressed while she went out to see what the situation was. He found her talking with Daniel. "They're talking war." Daniel said. "They want to form assault troops and attack the Trastian settlement. SG20 says the Trastians have the same ideas."

"We need to distract them… give them another plan of action…" Jack said trying to form a plan.

"Search parties." Sam cut him off. "Sir, we convince them to form search parties for the surrounding areas. We take the south-east while the Trastians take the north-west. They'll never meet and one way or another we're bound to find them. It'll give them something to do and the sense of control." The plan was ran by SG20 and they went along with it. They would talk the Trastians into it, while Daniel had to convince the Lustraval representatives to give the plan a try.

Within two hours they were searching the south-east area for Etral, while the Trastians had deployed their teams throughout the North-west. They spent the whole day searching the area and the Lustravals were getting nervous. Sam had been tackled twice when men just couldn't deny their mating urges anymore. They had spent a very good part of the day without any sex, and it was pushing their limits. Not even Jack with an armed P-90 managed to back them off. "This is insane!" One male shouted. "We're not getting anywhere."

"This takes time. She can't be far." Daniel offered.

"I want to mate." He said pulling a woman in the nearby bushes. Just as another man jumped Sam from behind, throwing her to the ground and managing to get his hands up her T-Shirt. She screamed and Jack tried to warn and pull him off her, but to no avail. He fired his P-90 in the air and the male backed up just as Sam's elbow impacted his chest leaving him fighting for air.

"Anyone touches her again and this is going to be aimed at them!" He warmed pulling Sam off the ground and holding her to him. The Lustravals went back to the searches in disgust. "Carter…" She pushed him away, turning away from him, brushing off dirt and leaves, trying to tuck her T-shirt back in. "That's it, I'm taking you away from here. Daniel, we're going back to camp. You keep them going."

"No." She refused. "I can do this. And I can take care of myself, thank you!"

He grabbed her ram and forced her to turn to him. "These men haven't mated the whole day." He said low and serious. His eyes were drilling into her. "It's dark and they're getting dangerous and I really don't feel like shooting any of them. We're going back." She looked at him He was serious. He would actually shoot the next male who touched her. She agreed with him and they started trailing back to camp. Only to be faced with a worse situation.

The ones that remained there were already assembling assault troops. "What the hell are you doing?" Jack yelled. "Are you people insane? You don't even know for sure they have her!"

"Where else could she be? You tell me that!" A representative yelled back. "We're doing this."

Jack looked at Sam, but she gave him a negative to tell them about Etral's affair with the Trastian. They were threading on very thin ice and she still wanted to protect her. "Give it time!" Jack grabbed the man stopping him. "You'll regret this!"

"Those mad robots should have been wiped out a long time ago! Get out of my way!" He pushed Jack to the side. "Why the hell are you so desperate to protect them anyway?" The man turned around facing the two officers. "You're just like them, you know? Look at her!" He pointed to Sam and Jack immediately raised the P-90. "Barely satisfied and not even marked. You claimed her Jack! But you will not engage with her! Then leave her to our men!"

"You leave her the fuck out of this. We're not like them. And we're not like you. We're just trying to prevent a slaughter."

"I say you are like them. You are very much like them. You withhold your own thoughts and desires and feelings from each other! How in the name of God are we supposed to believe you are ever honest with us?"

"We are!" Sam shouted.

"You can't even be opened to yourselves! From now on you're forbidden to leave camp." The man turned to the others. "Hold them in!" With that he walked away and other men came forth. Sam armed her own weapon but didn't fire.

"You are like them, aren't you Sam…" One growled. "You don't enjoy sex…" They were beginning to gain courage after the representative faced Jack so boldly. "I'd love to see if I can break you."

"You're not doing any breaking. I'm not like them. I like sex, but not with you."

"Sex, is sex. Prove it you're not like them."

"I say we find out." Another man said suddenly grabbing Sam from behind and pinning her hands. Jack immediately aimed the gun to fire the next second, but was sent to the ground with a hit at his knees. He growled in pain and turned to his attacker, kicking him in the face and leaving him unconscious on the ground. Another man jumped him and his P-90 was taken away while he knocked his second attacker unconscious. Two more jumped him and they ended up with a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. Jack moved towards Sam again.

She had taken out three men and was now trying to fight two off her. Jack and was struck down with a hit to his head and immobilized. Through the haze of pain and the blood dripping in his eyes, he saw Sam overwhelmed by four men and he struggled beyond his powers to free himself, only to receive a blow to the face for it. He spit out blood, trying to force his arms free, but he couldn't. He was pinned down with a knee pressed roughly on his lower backbone, his hands pinned behind him close to breaking them and his head still hurt from the blows. He was black ops trained but even he couldn't fight an entire army on his own. Still he struggled, grunting and swearing, his eyes never leaving Sam. "Get free Carter!" He roughly barked the order at her. There was no other thought in his mind, no matter how futile, other than getting free and killing them all.

As he felt the knee on his backbone press harder and pain shoot through his body, something in his mind forced him to realize the horrific possibility that Sam was going to be subdued herself. She was still on her feet, still fighting, and despite the fact that she seemed to have the upper hand, something in Jack's mind knew. He jerked against his attackers but heard his shoulder snap as his arm was dislocated. He screamed in pain and knew that was when Sam fell as well.

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WARNING!!!! This is the part of the story where Sam gets raped. This part contains nothing else but this. Those who are offended by this type of writing can move to the next part. A short summary of this part will be provided, but you will not miss anything much.

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Sam screamed in frustration as two Lustravals managed to hold her imobile. "Lets see just how much you like sex Sam." A man said and her heart froze. They wouldn't rape her. Jack wouldn't let it happen. But he was still trying to free himself, fighting against his attackers. She kicked at the man holding her, sending him to the ground but she soon found herself held still by another. A man was taking off her boots, unfastening her pants and removing them and her underwear. She started screaming for real and fighting to get free. Somewhere she heard Jack's voice shouting for her to get free at any cost and she was mortified that he could see her..

She kicked the man in the face sending him to the ground only to have another take his place. Her feet were bound while she was pushed to the ground. A man had a constant grip on her hands and she couldn't lose him. He turned her around and had her on her face on the rough ground, while another pulled her hips up, her ass in the air. She began fighting harder. Tears starting to chocke her. She wasn't strong enough. "Sir!" She shouted.

Her call for him surprised the men holding him and the first thing Jack did was to try and reach to for his other weapons, but they had all been taken away while he had been knocked down. He lunged for Sam, swearing he'd kill them with his beare hands, but again he was knocked down with a blot to the head. Three men held him down, again with a knee pressed on his back and his own knife at his throat, pressed hard against his skin, tiny points of blood already appearing. "I will kill you all…" He warned. But despite his efforts he watched helpleslly as a naked male positioned himself behind Sam's raised hips. "No!" He shouted madly. "No!" The man's dick was hard and he pushed himself inside her body in one powerful thrust, without any warning. Jack screamed alonside her, his own scream drowning hers. "Get off her!" He shouted furiously. "Carter! Carter, fight!" He was thrashing against his own attackers, and the knife at his throat, that began to nip at the skin more, the knee pressing on the vertebrae shooting pain down his legs.

Sam screamed and jerked against the men holding her, but to no result. She felt the excuriating pain at the man's intrusion inside her dry body and heard Jack's fierce scream. She convulsed at the sensations and tried to continue fighting, screaming between sobbs. She had to get free. She had to stop this. If not for not being raped, then at least for not having her commanding officer watch her being broken and fucked like a bitch. Her body twisted, her hands pulled and fought, but she was still bound and the man inside her began thrusting his dick in and out of her. Her body began reacting fast enough and but she was not aroused and not willing, her juices running but barely helping her.

Jack watched in horror and shock as the man started fucking her. He was not being gentle and he wasn't going slow, thrusting inside her at a vicious pace, making her whole body jerk with his every pump inside her pussy. She was screaming and fighting but it was completely useles. She couldn't fight four men and she was completely imobilized. Jack was helpless despite his desperate and powerful attempts of freeing himself. All he could do was keep his eyes on Sam, screaming through clenched teeth at his helplesness. He couldn't take her eyes off her, he couldn't and wouldn't trun away, hide from the disgusting, painful sight before him. Jack felt his eyes burn. His cheeck were wet. Tears running down his face without him even knowing it, crying for her, for her pain and suffering, wishing he could die right now and take all her pain with him.

Another male ripped her T-Shirt off her body leaving her completely naked to everyone's gaze, her slim body twitching as she was fucked, her breasts bouncing slightly with the motion of her body. She could feel the rough movement of the man's dick inside her, her body already protesting to the rape. But he just kept going, gripping her legs and only spreading her weider, until she moaned at the stretch of her joints. He gripped her hips and began pulling her back against him as he pounded into her. She never stoped screaming and soon enough, as the pain increased despite her juices running freely now, she began begging.

She began begging to be released, to be let free, that she'll fuck them willingly, just let her free. "Please… please stop. I'll do this with you, just stop a second, stop hurting me…" She could feel her wettnes dripping down her legs, despite her protesting body. Shame engulfed her and she was praying to whatever God still listened that Jack wouldn't see, that he saw as little of her as possible. That he didn't know that he didn't see. But she knew he was right there with her, and she knew he wouldn't turn away from her no matter what. He was always there. "Sir…" The word was a low whisper, but he knew somehow that she called for him. He would do something if he could. He'd sacrifice the use of his legs and force himself against the knee to his back if it would get him free. He'd break both his arms freeing them, risk the knife cutting his throat. But what good would he be to her then? He had to get free. In one piece. His arms especially so he could snap their necks.

"She's not coming!" The man inside her said. "Look how hard I'm fucking her. She's dripping wet. But she's not coming. She is just like them."

"You're going about the wrong way." Jack shouted. "Get off her! She'll come but you have no fucking idea what you're doing!" The man didn't stop. "Get off her! I'll show you she'll come! Let me! You son of a bitch, stop!"

"She's like them if she doesn't come." The man holding her hands said. "Rubb her!" A third male, the one that ripped her clothes off, pushed his hand between her legs from the front and began rubbing her clit. Sam screamed and tried to jerk her hips away from his hand, but he still rubbed her while she was penetrated fiercly from behind.

"I can't anymore…" She moaned. "Plese, please stop…" She was crying and she began to stop fighting, her body tired, her mind shutting down.

"Carter! Don't you dare stop fighting!" He knew she was giving in, that she couldn't keep up her struggle and to his own shame he found himself wishing that she would pass out and at least escape this horror into her sweet oblivion. "Carter… don't let go…"

"Let me go… stop this… you're hurting me." The man pound into her sharply once. "God!" She screamed loudly, the sound piercing Jack's ears. "Sir, help me… don't leave me. Please, oh God… They're tearing me appart…"

"Carter…" He moaned. "Carter look at me." She turned her head tolook at him, bloodied and bruised, dirt covering his face. She chocked on more tears when she saw his face. His sweet, sweet face. His black eyes blinking back against the dripping blood from his forehead wounds. He was forcing himself to keep looking at her, his body thrashing under his captors. He tried to smile for her but failed misserably. "Keep looking at me. You're ok. You're ok." She was crying, her body still trembling from the rape going on with her body, and he saw her eyes go progresivley empty. Her own horror and his, shutting her mind down. "Please, please, Carter, look at me. Don't let go. I'm here. I'm right here. Talk to me please, please… Stay with me. I'm right here…"

"It hurts so much." She said. "He's too rough. He's tearing me and he's rubbing he too hard." Tears were running down her face and he fought his own. "My body hurts, sir… please, I'll do anything, just make it stop." She saw him jerk more, trying to get free and she knew if he didn't stop the knee on his backbone would snap it in two. "Stop…" She mouthed, begging him with her eyes to stay still. Jack saw the man that held Sam's hands release his own dick and grabbing her hands with one hand, while he grabbed her jaw with the other and move his dick to her mouth. Sam began fighting strongly again. "No! Don't! Sir! Don't let them do this! Oh God please…" She was jerking her head away, but he gripped her jaw, opening her mouth roughly and plunging his dick inside her mouth and down her throat.

"No!" Jack shouted. "Leave her. I want to hear her talk! Come on, you son of a bitch. She talks dirty so good. Don't you want to hear her? Get your dick out of her mouth and listen to her." The man just kept fucking her mouth, deep and fast, chocking her, going down her throat without sparing a thought for anything else but his own pleasure.

"You getting hard too Jack?" His captors asked.

"Yes! Get off her and I'll show you how to make her come. You'll see she's not like them. Get the fuck off her! I claimed her." No one listened to him and when the man rubbing Sam's clit moved harder, using his nails and roughly kneading a breast, he saw her convuls, the dick slipping out of her mouth and letting out a strangled scream. Her orgasm hit her full force, her body quivering and spasming, her eyes screwed shut in horror, pain and shame. The man inside her screamed his success at her orgasm and impaled her hard throughout her release.

"She came!" He continued to fuck her and Jack couldn't take any more when he saw her fall limp and lost under the man. He took advantage of the distraction her orgasm offered the other males and overthrew his captors, getting free and lunging for Sam. He was not able to regain his weapons, but he had to free Sam first. He knocked out the man holding her hands and hit the man fucking her staright in the face, breaking his nose and sending him to the ground spitting blood. He picked her up and tried to get away with her, only to find himself surounded with more males.

"She came! It's over." He shouted.

"She's not marked…" One groweld. He had to think fast and there was no time to organize a counter attack with a half unconscious Sam and no weapons. Fine. He'd do it their way. He dropped her to the ground and dropped his own pants. He was hard and moved her on her back, spreading her legs and wrapping them around his waist.

"She's mine!" He shouted back at them. He slipped his dick through her folds, moving fast and steady but without penetrating her. His release would come fast and she'd be marked and safe. Her body jerked under him at the feel of his dick through her folds. And she tried to push him away, only half aware he was Jack. "It's me, trust me, Carter, trust me, I won't hurt you."

She was still trembling under him, tears running down her face. "Please… oh, please." She sobbed, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Mercy, have mercy… I'm willing, I'm willing."

"Carter, It's me. Calm down. It's me, you're safe." She was still pleading with him. "Carter!" He shouted, his voice trembling with his coming orgasm. "Look at me! That's an order, Colonel!" Her eyes opened and slowly focused on his face. She gripped his shoulders tighter, pulling him tightly over her naked, shuddering body.

She was crying, and she was trying to move willingly with him, trying to ease the wrath she feared from him, thrying to prove herself willing, so he won't hurt her. "Sir, have mercy, don't hurt me… please, please…" She began kissing his neck over and over, soft touches, open mouth kisses, helping him along to his release, trying to be satisfying for him.

"Carter… Shhh, you'ok, calm down." He was whispering to her, but she wouldn't relent.

"Have mercy on me, sir. Please." She sobbed in his ear, pressing her face to his, her cheeks wet from tears. His release hit him with the fluttering of her berath over his skin and his come shot out of him to spread over her ass, pussy and upper thighs. "Mercy…" The penetration she feared never came. He didn't hurt her and she fel limp in his arms.

"She's marked!" Jack shouted, pulling himself off her. "And mine! Now back the fuck off." He watched furious and prepared for a confrontation as the males backed off from them. In their eyes they had prooven themselves that they were not like the Trastians. Jack dressed himself quickly and picked up Sam's limp body, holding her tightly to him. He moved carefuly and quickly to her den, locking the flimsy door.

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WARNING: For those who have skipped the previous part, the summary is: Sam was raped and Jack was held down and forced to watch as he struggled to get himself free and help her. In the end he took Sam as his and away from the other men.

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Jack slowly lowered himself to his knees and carefully dropped Sam on the floor of her den. He went back to the door and bolted it shut as best he could. Those people weren't getting anywhere near them again. At any cost. Pain was shooting up his spine from his knees and the hits he took to his lower back, but he forced himself to keep moving. For fear he'd go insane if he stopped. He dropped the rest of his gear and took off his jacket before he picked up a blanket from a chair and wrapped her tightly in it. "You're ok…" He whispered, the words sounding stupid even to him. "No one will hurt you, Carter, I swear."

She wasn't moving and her eyes, half closed, red and swollen from tears, stared in empty space. She didn't even acknowledge his presence when he covered her naked body. With a sight Jack lowered himself on the ground next to her and didn't take his eyes off her. He breathed deeply as he watched her face and clenching his jaw he slammed his shoulder in the wall, snapping his dislocated shoulder back into place. He made now sound at the pain other than a faint, weak whimper, not wanting to frighten Sam and just sat there somewhere between consciousness and oblivion waiting for the pain to subside once his bones were back into place. He never took his eyes off her. She kept him sane. He had to take care of her, protect her, he didn't have time to succumb to the horror he felt at what they did to her, to the pain and fury and hatred he felt. Not yet. For her.

*Keep moving.* Jack forced himself off the floor and quickly moved to the bathing chamber. He returned with a wet cloth and some water and sat in front of her. "Carter…" She didn't move. "I'm just going to clean you up." He said and carefully uncovered her lower half from the blanket. She was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest and he gently placed a hand on her knee to part her legs. She moaned and jerked away from him, curling up in a ball. "Carter… come on, it's ok, I won't hurt you."

He tried again, this time more determined and she finally reacted to his presence as he parted her knees. "No… Please…" She moaned. "Leave me alone…" He ignored her and moved the warm, wet cloth from her knee up to her ass. She sobbed and tried to move away from him, but he held her still. "Sir, please, don't do this."

"I won't hurt you Carter. Let me help you." He knew it would take her time to accept his touch again, to trust him again. He also knew he couldn't leave her like this. His hand kept moving slowly and gently cleaning his semen and her juices from her legs. He didn't touch her folds, trying to ease her to his touch before he moved to more sensitive parts of her. She was crying again, tears streaming down her face freely and her shaking hands tried to remove his hands, while trying to cover herself up. She wasn't looking at him, trying to pull away from him as much as she could.

Jack threw the cloth down and grabbed her shoulders moving closer to her. "Carter!" He yelled shaking her. "Look at me." He felt her tens up defensively at his rough moves, but her eyes looked at his face. "Who am I?" He moved one hand to hold her head still, to make her look at him, praying madly she would recognize him, remember him, remember what he felt for her, trust him.

"Sir… General O'Neill." She moaned closing her eyes.

"Would I ever hurt you, Carter?" He really didn't expect her to call him General, or sir, he was expecting something more familiar, like Jack, hoping she'd accept his presence as something more comforting, but he realized for her 'sir' and General were the familiar things in regard to him. She didn't know him as Jack and a sharp pain stabbed him briefly before he pushed it away.

"No, sir. You wouldn't." She managed to cover herself up while he held her shoulders. "You don't have to do this. Leave me the cloth and I can take care of myself, sir."

He ignored her and moved to pick the cloth up again. He dipped it in the water he brought and uncovered her legs again. She gripped his hands with a strength he didn't think she still had and looked straight at him. "They raped me sir! The fucked me, they hurt me, they humiliated me and did it in front of you." Her eyes were red with the tears running down her face. "I don't want you to see more, I don't want you to clean me up after them, I don't want you to have to take care of me. I can do it myself. Just please… sir, leave me alone so I can keep some trace of dignity towards you. I've already been humiliated beyond belief."

"You're ashamed of me." He stated as she took the cloth from him and waited to be alone so she'd clean herself up. It wasn't fear she felt, it was shame. He couldn't believe it. But he didn't move. Instead he held the back of her head to look at him and came closer. "Look at me Carter. Look at this." He said arching his neck to her, so she could see the cuts where the knife nipped his skin, blood having dripped down his neck and dried. "Look…" His face was covered with dirt where it had hit the ground, he was cut in several places, his lip was broken and began to swell, blood was still slowly running from a cut on his forehead, down to his eyebrow and over his eyes. "Yes, I was there. I was there, but look at me. I was there and I was forced to watch, without being able to do a damned thing. I couldn't fight, I couldn't even free myself, let alone you. Carter, why are you ashamed of me?"

"Because I came." She sobbed and her head dropped, her hands covering her face. "I was raped and I came. And you saw it."

He wanted nothing more than to hold her to him, stop her crying, but he knew she couldn't handle his presence that close to her yet. He was still a man and her body couldn't accept his touch as freely and eagerly as it once did. He wanted to hold her, soothe her, but he could barely touch her. "It's what saved you. And me." He said sitting back down and taking the cloth from her. "It gave me the chance to get free, get you away from them. It's what saved us, Carter." He moved his hand between her legs again and cleaned her other leg. "You can't do this alone. Please, if not trust me, then put up with me for just one minute. I'll be quick." She didn't react to his touch and he wet the cloth again moving to clean her ass and pussy. He heard her sob behind her hands, pressing them closer to her face. "It's ok, it's ok, I'm done. Almost done."

There were small traces of blood on the cloth when he removed it from between her legs and he felt like throwing up. He uncovered the rest of her body, before she could pull away and using a fresh cloths he cleaned the rest of her, moving softly and surely across the expanse of her back, her chest, her belly down her arms. She was flinching at his touches over her breasts, but she didn't fight him. When he was done she immediately covered herself, curled up in a ball on the floor and started shaking. "They hurt me so bad…" She moaned to no one in particular.

"Christ…" He whispered, running a hand over his face. He didn't know what to do with her. How to help her. He moved to his pack and took out the first aid kit returning to her side with a pill and water. "Carter… take this. It'll help you sleep."

"No sedatives." She said turning her head from him. "I don't want that. It won't help." He just sat there with the pill and water looking at her. He didn't know what else to do. She turned to him and looked at him wiping away her tears. He was just as lost as she was, which for Jack O'Neill was hardly possible. His face was as white as a sheet, pain edged across his features as he looked at her. "What did they do to you?" She whispered, moving to sit face to face with him, her eyes running over his lost face. "Do you have another cloth?" She whispered and he moved silently to the bathroom again, returning with a new cloth for her. She gripped the edged of his T-shirt and pulled him down to the floor, in front of her. "Take it off." She said tugging at it and he obeyed.

Sam wiped away her tears again, wet the cloth and began cleaning his face from the dirt and dried blood. He was cut in several places and was going to show bruises by morning. His lip was already swollen. She moved the cloth over the expanse of his neck, cleaning the blood carefully. The skin was nipped in several places along his wind pipe and some scratches even reached his collarbones. He could have gotten himself killed. "Sir…" Her hands started trembling at the thought. Then she'd be all alone here and at their mercy. Which they didn't seem to have. She was strong, she knew that. But she was not superwoman. This man, however, as mortal as he was himself, completed her and made her stronger. "Sir…" She whispered her hand moving hesitantly to his belt. "Let me clean you up." She said.

"You don't have to. It's ok." Jack said, trying to move from her.

"You did it for me…" She said looking at him and he knew he couldn't let her feel more vulnerable than him. He also didn't want her to face him naked. She had been raped and his presence like that, before her, could prove to be disturbing for her mind. "Sir, please…" She gently undid the belt if his pants and lowered the zipper. He closed his eyes and remained passive, helping her remove the rest of his clothes. He sat naked before her and she moved to clean him up like he did for her. Removing the dirt and sweat and blood from his body, his semen and her juices from his thighs and dick, gently wiping it with the cloth. His eyes followed her and he fought not to moan at the touch of her hand on his dick and stayed quiet and passive until she was done.

He redressed and moved to pick her up and place her on the bed to rest. "No." She said. "Not in their bed. Do you have your sleeping bag? My pack is still out side. You take the bed. I want the pack… if I can have it." He let her down on the floor again and stretched his sleeping bag for her, next to the bed, giving her his spare T-shirt to sleep in. "Thank you, sir." She really wasn't going to drop the 'sir'. He watched her as she crawled in the security and familiarity of the sleeping bag, dressed in his T-shirt and zipped it up as tight as she could. He'd sell his soul if he could take back what had been done to her. He wanted to hold her so badly. Whisper sweet things to her. Soothe her. But he couldn't.

Jack sighed and moved to the pack again, bringing out the radio. "Daniel, come in. What's your status?"

"Jack, hi. We're still doing the searches. We found some trace of them and the Lustravals have been motivated. We sent a messenger to camp to announce the others. Didn't you talk to him?"

"We've been attacked here Daniel. We're… fine" He decided to spare Carter's honor and not tell Daniel about her rape. She'd tell him if she wanted to. They were like brothers anyway. "Contact SG20 and see what's going on with them. But Daniel, I'm rapidly considering pulling the plug on this fucking mission and going home. Let them slaughter each other for all I fucking care. If they touch you or us again I'm pulling us out.

"Jack… you know how much we need the Archive…"

"Daniel! I swear. If they do anything, I'll either kill them or let them kill themselves. O'Neill out!" With that Jack threw the radio on the pack and moved to the bed.

He stripped naked, got in the bed and moved to Sam's side to be close to her. "We need the archive, sir." She said. "We have to pull through."

"I don't care, Carter. One more move from them, no matter how small, I'm getting us out."

"Sir…"

"They raped you, Carter! And there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it but watch. Fuck the archive and fuck them. I'm pulling us out."

"We're prisoners here. We have no weapons, nothing."

"We have Daniel and Teal'c and SG20."

"Sir…" She turned to him buried as deep as she could in his bag. "I was the one to be raped. And I say we stay to the end." He was furious and she could see it. "General, I'm an officer of the USAF, sir. I'm strong enough to make it through. Promise me you'll be by my side every minute and I can handle these people. But don't let me do it alone."

"Carter…" He whispered.

"Sir please… it's my mission. Relieve me of command, or follow my lead."

He hated her. He loved her. She was too strong and too suborned for her own good. He didn't know if he could prevent her from being raped again, but he was sure as hell not going to give them a reason or the opportunity to do it.

"Your call, Colonel." She nodded at him and went to sleep. He missed her smile, but guessed she wouldn't be smiling for a long time to come. He'd give anything to get his hands on his gun to shoot the bastards that did this to her. And the rest of them watched. They went about their business watching her get raped. Not even the women intervened. Just grabbed the first man they could find aroused from the scene and fuck him.

Sam settled in for her own sleep and as she relaxed she was overwhelmed with the scent of him. His T-shirt, his sleeping bag, everything felt and smelled like him. She shivered and relaxed more in the sensations, feeling peace surround her. She buried her face in his pillow and relaxed to sleep. Only to have hours pass and not be able to sleep. She felt secure inside his bag, the feeling of him around her, but every move outside made her jump, every voice scared her. The wind made the door crack and she was close to crying again. She kept expecting the Lustravals to come back for her.

She looked up at Jack. He was sleeping, his back to her. He was still a man, and she may still be recovering from a rape, but he was her man. He was the one who took care of her, and protected her. She got out of the sleeping bag and shed her T-shirt, carefully and slowly crawling over him, to get in bed. He still slept, the bruises starting to show on his face, his lip swollen and now bruised as well. She settled in next to him and tucked her head under his chin, snuggled close to him.

"You ok?" She heard him mumble and she nodded praying he wouldn't pull away. "Will you let me hold you?" He asked again and she nodded. Yes, she wanted him to hold her, his arms around her, soft and strong, that absolutely unique hold he had on her. The hold that could make the whole world disappear when she was in his arms. His hands came slowly up around her and gently pressed her to him. She sneaked her thigh between his legs, brushing against his soft dick, tangling her legs with his and pressed her face to his neck, avoiding his cuts.

She was naked and she was in his arms, her body pressed to his. He was feeling Sam's naked body for the first time and he wasn't allowed to do anything about it. He was even fighting not to get hard and scare her away. She was clinging to him, her small hands gripping his shoulders, her arms around his torso, hugging him so desperately and he matched her desperation. "God, Carter… Forgive me…" He whispered in her hair. He shouldn't have let this happen.

"Shhh… Sir, please. Not your fault. Not mine. Theirs. Nothing to forgive, sir." She sobbed and he tightened his hold on her, his hands moving in her hair to hold her securely to him. Her thigh was brushing his dick, her breathing in his neck and her breasts against his chest and he was supposed to stay soft and passive. He wanted to be able to feel her, touch her, he was fighting his mind, fighting to stay passive, fighting his desires, his own need to hide himself in the security of her soft, warm body. She fell asleep and he was able to remove her leg from between his and tuck the covers in between his lover body and hers, so she wouldn't feel his hard-on.

When he woke up the next day he was uncovered, his dick standing up against his belly and Sam starring at him. At first he didn't dare move but he had to do something. His hand grabbed the sheet and covered himself, her eyes moving from his dick to his face. She turned bright red at being caught but at the same time she stood next to him, waiting for his next move. "Sorry about that, Carter." He said, pulling back from her. "Don't pay any attention to it. Don't worry." He tried to reassure her that he wasn't going to jump her. He was not like the Lustravals.

"They will come after me again if I'm not marked. Or satisfied." He sighed. She was right. She could still take care of one problem. They'd find a way for the second. "You do it, so it won't be them." His eyes shot to hers, but he refused to register the fact that she had just asked him to fuck her. He wasn't going to do that. Not when he body had been broken only a few hours ago. He wasn't going to touch her. He wasn't going to be like them. "I know, I'm not like I used to be after you watched me… but I don't want them to…"

"Carter! What are you talking about?"

"You used to…" She flinched. "… like me. Before you watched me come on them…"

"Fuck! Carter!" He wanted to pull her to him, but thought better of it. "That didn't change the way I see you." She looked at him. "No, no, you're the same, I swear. But I won't hurt you. I won't ever hurt you."

"I know." She said pleading him. "That's why I want you."

Before he could process his options the door to the den opened and a man walked in. Jack was about to jump out of bed to confront him, but Sam clung to him, holding him back. She threw her arms around him, pressing herself to his back. "What do you want?" Jack asked, trying to calm her.

She started kissing his neck, rubbing herself against him. "I'm yours, I'm yours." She kept repeating, kissing his neck, licking his ear, trying to pull him with her to the bed. She was hiding her body behind his, pressed to him, trying to arouse him, to fuck her before the other man claimed her. "I'm yours." Her voice was shaking with fear and desperation. Her hand sneaked down his body and grabbed his hard dick stroking him. "Take me, please, I'm yours."

The man's eyes flashed with want as he looked at Sam. He dropped off a plate of food. "It's almost mid day. You need to eat."

Jack felt his head explode at the feel of her hand stroking him and tried to pull her away. Her lips were soft and wet on his neck, her voice pleading. "Get out!" He told the man.

"Are you going to take her, or can I have her?" He asked.

"I'm yours!" She almost screamed. "Yours… Take me, fuck me." She begged him, tightening her hold on Jack and he wrapped his arms around her.

"She's mine! Get the fuck out!" The Lustraval looked at Sam one more time and walked out. She pulled Jack roughly on the bed with her, stroking him hard and straddling him. "Carter, no! Stop!" Her hand and her lips were killing him, slowly pushing him beyond his control, but she didn't have the chance to impale herself on his dick. He grabbed her hips and held her still while tangling his legs with her and rolling them over. "Carter, don't do this." He said, while on top of her, trying to still her movements. "It'll hurt you more." He was about to break, the feel of her body caught under him torturing him. She was right there, naked and willing, her legs already trying to part for him.

She calmed down, breathing hard and almost sobbing at the futility of her attempts to get him to fuck her. He tried to quiet her, shushing her, caressing her face, but failed. "Better you than them, sir." She said.

His head dropped to her chest and she threaded her fingers through his hair. "I'll help you Carter, but not like this." He rolled off her and pulled her on her side, her back to him. "Don't move." He said. "Trust me, I won't hurt you." He moved his hand and gripped his hard dick, stroking up its length. She heard him moan and felt his moves and realized what he was doing. She closed her eyes and stayed still. He kept stroking himself, hard and fast, squeezing the head, playing with his balls. His release built fast and his breathing was hard and shallow. Sam moaned at the thought of his release, her mind providing images, remembering what he looked like when he came, the way his hand stroked his dick. Hard and sure. She licked her lips, wanting nothing more than to turn to him. But she would do it his way. She was getting aroused from the thought of him touching himself, her proximity to him as he fought for release, intoxicating. She felt her wetness grow between her legs. For him.

He groaned and with one last hard stoke his release coursed through him, making his hips jerk against his hand, his body shuddering. She felt his come shoot from his body and cover her lower back and her ass, warm and sticky. She moaned at the feel, her own body arching towards him, begging for more. She wanted more of him, but he held back. He was quiet several moments afterwards and she didn't move from her position, feeling the wetness run slowly down her body. His release. Not the way she had fantasized about feeling it. And she had fantasized about him coming on her. So many times. She always imagined tasting his come, felling it shoot inside her body, inside her pussy. Never waiting patiently with her back turned, while he got himself off, coming over her back. "It's ok. We're done." He said weakly. "I'll leave you to…" He fumbled with words. "To… take care of the other part."

"I can't." She said. "I tried to this morning while I was watching you. It hurts." He moved closer to her. "I figured you could have helped. If I came while they raped me… I was going to come on you."

His arm came over her, her eyes closing at the feel of his skin, circling her slim waist. "You still want me to help?" He asked softly and she nodded. He pulled her against him, feeling her wet back pressed against his belly and moved his hand to her chest. He brushed softly against her neck, trailing down to her breasts and cupping one, softly caressing it. He had imagined doing this so many times. He desperately wished he could do it freely, his own passion taking over, guiding him, satisfying his need for her. But he had to be careful, controlled, practical about this. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He said in her ear.

She shuddered at the fell of his breath on her neck and he lowered his soft lips to her ear, sucking and kissing the spot behind it. His hand pinched her nipple and felt her arch against him. He did it again, harder, feeling her react. "Ok?" He asked and heard a pleased sigh from her. He moved lower, his hand trailing down her belly, dipping a finger inside her belly button. She moaned at the touch and he rested his palm flat on her belly, stroking it soothingly. He hated the thought that another man had been inside her. He kissed her neck as his hands trailed lower and softly brushed against her folds. He could feel the wetness gathered there, but she flinched at his touch.

"Should I stop?" He asked against her neck. She shook her head, moving her hand over his and pushing him lower. He pushed a finger between her folds and easily slipped deeper, covered by her juices. She gasped and he paused until she arched her hips against his finger and her hand urged him on. He collected the moisture there and moved back up. Slowly and softly he started rubbing her clit, pulling her folds up to reveal it and have better access. He slipped wetly against it and she shuddered. He kept moving softly, taking his time in arousing her, without hurting her. Her flesh was still sore, if he moved hard and fast, he might get her off faster, but it would be painful for her.

He didn't rush his pace, or the pressure on her clit. She was whimpering with need and arching against him, but he didn't relent to her. He kept licking and kissing her neck, brushing his teeth along her skin, making her shudder. She began gasping loudly with every move he made against her, her hands gripping his thigh and one going in his hair, gripping it tightly as she arched and bucked against his fingers. "It's ok, Carter." He whispered. "You're ok, you can come." She whimpered, her hold tight on him. "Shhh… it's ok, it's ok, let go, I'm right here. Come on…" He circled his finger around the tip of her clit and she arched. "There we go…" With one last harder rub on it she shattered in his arms, trembling against him, her hand pulling at his hair and digging her nails in his hip.

Her head went back on his shoulder eyes closed, gasping for air as her body shuddered and jerked against him. He held her close to him, his finger caressing her clit, while she allowed her orgasm to run through her, safe in his arms. He pressed his lips to her neck again kissing softly, while she began to relax. She still twitched in his arms now and then, the last tremors of her release coursing through her, but she relaxed her grip on him and rested against his body. "I'm ok…" She whispered to him. The hand she had in his hair started caressing the nape. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me." She turned half way to him and kissed his neck. He felt a moan being torn from him, her lips enticing against his neck, his fingers still buried beep between her slick folds, her juices coating his hand, but his rising passion was cut short by her words. "Thank you, sir."

This time he wasn't going to tell her to drop the 'sir' if that's what made her comfortable with him. It was better she thought of him as her CO, even when he was fingering her to orgasm, than as a man. The CO she trusted. The man was the problem at this moment.

They wiped themselves clean, without washing his release off her body, dressed and walked outside together. They were left alone, even though closely watched. They were still prisoners, all their weapons gone, but both were satisfied, and Sam was marked. News of having found trace of Etral calmed them down. The assault troops were standing down and they didn't seem that quick to attack the two of them. Daniel and Teal'c were still with the search parties and SG20 reported a similar situation in the Trastian establishment. They had still kept their weapons and managed to keep the people under control, but they were dealing with the same type of resentment from the people.

They spent the day trying to stay out of the Lustravals' way, and even if he agreed to complete the mission no matter what, Jack carefully began formulating an escape plan. She didn't cling to him non stop, but Sam didn't leave his side. She was ready and willing to fight if need be, but she needed him close to her. She felt safe around him and since he was limping severely after the hits he took to his knees and back, he needed her now and there to help him move around. The Lustraval males had started acting bolder around Jack. Their partial success last night and his current physical weakness gave them courage.

"Have you eaten?" A woman approached them. "It's late and we have started the fire. Come join us for dinner." Jack sat back and let Sam make the call. She accepted. He really admired her for the calm she was able to keep. She helped him to his feet and helped him walk as they followed the woman. They were seated around the fire, while food was passed around. Men had already started eyeing Sam and before dinner was over more than 4 women offered themselves to Jack.

He started thinking this was every man's paradise and he himself would have gladly fucked each and every one of them. But he was with Sam and one, he wasn't going to be with other woman when he has her around, and two, in this case he wouldn't leave her side unless he was dead. Women started approaching the other men around the fire and before soon couples were fucking or sucking, fingering each other. Others continued on with their dinner, with their evening as if it was common. It was common. There were no rules about sex. Jack started feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was getting hard and there were three women licking their lips, looking at the bulge in his pants.

He turned to Sam, but she was talking with a woman about Etral and the archives. "Carter…" He whispered, nudging her with his elbow. "Carter!" She turned to him. "We should go." She wanted to protest but he hushed her. "Trust me, we should go." He could have just admitted he was getting hard, but he wanted to spare both of them the embarrassment. And if he accepted the offers of another woman that left Sam open to other men. "We'll be back later, I just need to take care of something."

She saw the men looking at her, the women at Jack. She took in his set jaw and the fire in his eyes and didn't take her long to catch on. That, plus he kept tugging at his shirt to cover his hips. A man started to come towards her and she had to do something before he had the chance to act. Her hand moved between Jack's legs and grabbed his dick through his pants, rubbing it slowly. "Fuck!" He swore, bucking at her touch, but she ignored him, her eyes still on the man closing in on her. "Carter!" His eyes were losing focus and his mind spinning. More eyes were on them and they couldn't leave now. They couldn't show they had taboos about sex. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hand still stroking him and parting his knees with the other so she could get between them. "Shit Carter…" He looked down at her trying to stop her. "We're going. Now. Don't…"

"You think we can?" She asked as her hands quickly undid his belt and lowered the zipper. He looked around. The Lustravals seemed to take quite an interest in the humans. She pulled his pants and boxers roughly down his hips and he was exposed to her, hot and hard.

"Oh, fuck, Carter…" She shouldn't have to do this. It was his libido that got out of hand when he saw sex around him, not hers. She shouldn't have to do this, in public, just to save them. "I'm sorry…" He whispered. She caressed his thighs soothingly and moved her mouth to him. She licked up his length, his hips rising to meet her, before slipping the head in her mouth and wetly sucking at it. His hands gripped her shoulder and her head, but he didn't hold her head or tried to control her. "Oh my God…" He moaned when he felt himself slip deeper in her mouth and she was sucking him hard and fast, her head moving up and down him

She didn't play around with him, teasing him, arousing him. She wanted to, she really wanted to, but she made up for it by taking the time in tasting him. Her tongue was swirling around the head, rubbing up his underside, her lips leaving him to lick and suck at his balls, before slipping his dick fast and deep inside her mouth.

Jack closed his eyes, shutting everything out but her. He was so not here with her sucking him off. Not on an alien planet with the natives watching them. They were home, they were at his place, outside, on the roof, no one around but the two of them. Nothing else mattered. He was alone with her, and she was only his, she didn't have people watching her with her lips stretched on his dick, deep throating him.

His orgasm started building in his body and she felt the hand in her hair tighten, his hips moving against her face. She would have loved to hold out on him, so she could keep doing this a while longer, but she decided to end it for him, instead of toying with him for her own pleasure. She might not have another chance at this, but she wouldn't humiliate him like this anymore. Not when he protected her. She swallowed him more until his head hit the back of her throat and she forced him deeper. A loud groan was torn from him and he shuddered against her. She kept sucking him and deep throating him, until with a soft scrape of her teeth on him, his hips bucked against her face and he came. "Carter…" He groaned her name, his teeth clenched and he thrust inside her mouth, his come filling her mouth and going down her throat as she swallowed at him.

She kept her mouth on him, licking him clean, easing him down from his orgasm, as he turned soft in her mouth, his body still twitching. He opened his eyes and looked down at her and the reality of their situation hit him. They were here and not home and she did have people watch her and him as he came down her throat and she swallowed him. His heart sunk, but she made him feel better when she looked up at him a bit smug at having broken him like that. He wanted nothing more than to grab her and rip her from the middle of these people, take her home where she was safe and secure. But she would never forgive him if he took over her mission. So he stayed put.

A man came up behind Sam, kneeling behind her and grabbing her arms. "Come to me to satisfy you." He said, slowly pulling at her. She jerked away from him, gripping Jack's thighs tighter. He pulled Sam to him, powerfully pushing the man away, making him tumble backwards to the ground. Before any other man had the chance to touch her, Jack pushed her to the ground and rapidly unfastened her pants, pulling them down her hips.

"I won't hurt you." He told her, kissing her belly softly before moving his lips to her folds. He grunted against her when he felt her wetness. How could she get this wet from sucking him off? She couldn't be this wet, shouldn't be this wet. Not here, not now. It was a crime to his sanity to feel her like this. Wet and ready. They shouldn't be here. They should be somewhere where he could fuck her like he dreamt of, somewhere where they could be free, where he could show her how much he needed her, in every way he could think of. And God, he needed her.

Not like this. It shouldn't be like this. His self-control held strong and he refused to loose himself in the feel and taste of her. He buried his face between her legs, throwing them over his shoulders, parting them as much as the pants around her ankles allowed him to. She arched against him gasping when she felt his lips against her, caressing her, sucking her. He was soft and warm, his tongue sure and hard as it moved between her folds, licking her juices, gently and carefully moving against her clit, rubbing the tip over her clit in sure moves. His mind was screaming, he couldn't breathe and his senses were on overload. *Carter… Carter… Carter…* Was all his mind could process as his lips moved against her, without trace of hesitation.

"Don't stop…" She found herself moaning. "Oh God, sir… don't stop…" It hurt him that she couldn't call him anything else, but she reacted to his touch in ways he never dreamed of and that more than made up for her formalities during such moments. He moved his mouth against her, licking her, kissing her, feeling her squirm under him and he hated every thing in his life for having the chance to go down on Sam Carter when they were on public display, only so it would save their lives. How was she to know how much he loved having his mouth on her when it was viewed only as a duty? He shut out everything else but the taste of her, the feel of her, wet and warm against his face and prayed she did the same. He sucked her clit rubbing it with his tongue and she shuddered. "More…" She moaned.

He took her clit between his teeth and bit on it while sucking and her hands moved to hold his head. She moved her hips to him, pressing his face to her and he went on. Gently he ran his tongue around her opening without penetrating her and when he felt her begin to randomly contract her sucked her clit hard, scraping his teeth on it. She spasm under him, her hips trembling, her whole body overtaken by contractions. She gasped, and groaned, thrusting up to him before her body started relaxing under his mouth. "Sir…" She whispered, her hands relaxing in his hair and stroking a bit too lovingly through it, playing with the short strands. He removed his mouth from her, easing her legs off his shoulders and saw her open her eyes. From a look of pleasure and relaxation he saw her face sadden and her eyes harden when she took in her surroundings. He hated having her wake up to these people. Especially if she had built a sweet little fantasy world around her during it. Like he had.

He got up from her, fixed his clothes and pulled her off the ground against him. "Let's go!" He said and moved with her through the crowd to her den. No one objected to them leaving, women looking very appreciatively in Jack's direction. During the day they had recovered her pack as well, so she could wash and change into fresh clothes. They entered the den and Jack immediately grabbed his radio, hoping for some good news from Daniel. And good news they were. Daniel and Teal'c had already found the run away couple and misled the Lustravals while they could talk them into willingly returning to their people. It was going to take a while but they were almost there.

"Daniel, you do the talking as much as you can, but you be here in 48 hours or I'll do something we'll all regret. O'Neill out." He was not going to leave Daniel room for arguing. He turned to look at Sam but he didn't see her anywhere. "Carter?" He walked in the bathing chamber and she was naked, soaking in the small stone pool. "Oh… shit. Sorry, Carter." She turned her head to him and held his eyes. He was going to look away. He really was. Just one more second of seeing naked, wet, steamy Carter.

"I was wondering when you were going to show up. I was starting to feel nervous being here naked and alone." She said, turning back to her bath.

"Don't worry. I'm right outside." He said, really trying to take his eyes of her. "You ok?" Yes, making small talk, so he could keep on eyeing her.

"Don't like being naked and alone right now." She turned to him. He was going to say something. "Right outside, I know. But sir…" She looked away from him for a second. "We've already seen more than enough of each other. Stay with me." She said. Which knocked him back. He was going to be staring at a wet, naked, steamy Sam. He could do that. He left his jacket outside and walked in, sitting on the stone next to the pool. He could almost see a smile in her eyes.

"Sir… I know you keep repeating how dense you are, but you're not this dense. I mean in here, sir." She scooted over, leaving him room to get in the pool with her. His jaw dropped. Ok, he wasn't going to be looking at her, he was going to be naked, wet and steamy with her. Good thing he had just come, or he'd be so hard right about now. He was sitting there and looking at her not moving in any way. "Umm… sorry sir, didn't mean to be out of line." She turned back to her bath, scooting back to her place.

He jumped up from his place and removed his clothes in record time. When he was naked, he slowly knelt by Sam, touching her shoulder to draw her attention and motioned for her to scoot over so he could get in with her. He saw relief flash over her face and he tried to smile at her. "Come on, Carter, you really think I would have passed you up on this one? I was just recovering from the stroke you caused me." She didn't smile, though she tried to and he settled in the water with her. His body immediately relaxed under the hot water and his eyes closed, his whole body relaxing against the pool walls, the pain in his legs easing away. It couldn't be this good. But it only got better when she moved between his legs, facing him and began washing his face with her hands.

He opened his eyes and looked at her almost not believing. She was dipping her hands in the water and gently running them over his face, washing him, slowly cleaning his wounds, his bruises. She looked at him and was pleased to see he wasn't fighting her, so she kept going, picking up the soap. Her hands went through his hair, massaging his scalp, down his neck, over his shoulders. Felling his skin wet and slick from the soap, down over his chest, feeling his small nipples under her palms, under the water and down his abdomen. She didn't move lower and he sighed in relief. She massaged his muscles, feeling his shoulders relax under her touch, caressing his body. She picked up water and rinsed him carefully, but some of it ended up on his face and he hissed when the soapy water ran over his wounds as she finished rinsing him.

He wasn't one to bother with wounds, but Sam moved closer to him and framed his face with her hands. She brought her lips to his face and resting her body against his she started kissing every cut and bruise on his face. He moaned, his arms going around her, pressing her to him, felling her chest slip against his under the water with her breathing. Her whole body was slippery under the surface as he held her to him. She was gently kissing his face and he let her do that while he washed her body. He was so playing with fire, having his hands roam her body so freely while she kissed him so very sweetly, his hands wet and soapy, wash her hair, down her neck, over her breasts, taking a bit too long in kneading them, that even she noticed and looked at him expectantly. "Sorry…" He mumbled moving his hands. "Got carried away." He said.

"Me too." She confessed. "Hard not to. But I'm glad you're here with me." He nodded in agreement and rinsed the soap off her body. He wanted to move them out of the bath but she held him still. "Stay. Please, sir?" She pressed herself harder against him, face to face, and resting her head on his shoulder. She had her hand under the water, gently rubbing his knee. He moaned at the exquisite sensations. "I can't seem to feel clean again after these people." She whispered and he held her to him, brushing his fingers through her wet hair.

"I'm sorry we had to do that before." He said. "It's my fault."

She kissed the wounds on his neck. "No it's not. I was just as aroused as you. If they weren't going to pick on you they were surely going to pick on me. Please don't be sorry, sir." She said pressing her lips tight to his wounds. "It would just make what we did seem worse." He kissed her head. "Never be sorry, sir. About anything."

"It's almost over." He told her. "Stay strong just a little bit more." She nodded against him and he tightened his arms around her. He stayed like that with her until the steam and the heat took their toll on her and she fell asleep against him. She smelled like his soap and she felt his skin warm and wet against her, his body naked under the water, as she fell asleep, relaxed and somewhat peaceful. She loved his soap. He moved with her out of the bath, ignoring his protesting knee, toweled her dry and moved her to the bed, stretching himself alongside her. They had to survive one more day here.

Daniel would be back before the 48 hours deadline, he thought. He knew Daniel, he'd be here the day after. He had to be. Sam couldn't stay here any more. She never complained about anything, taking everything like it was, all in the line of duty. And she was willing to take more. To do anything necessary to get them what they came here for. If he would still have been leader of SG1 he would have had them out of here the moment they jumped Sam. But she stayed strong, she took it all and more. Some things could be catalogued as in the line of duty. Some things crossed all boundaries. Like what she was currently going through.

He looked at her sleeping naked next to him, drawn to the presence of his body in bed with her. He would get her out. Or die trying.

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When Sam woke up the next morning Jack was already half dressed. She sat up in bed, pulling the covers around her. She remembered falling asleep with him in the pool, and figured he must have moved her to the bed. Her eyes immediately went to his knees but saw his limp was almost gone. Thank God. "Ummm… sir…" He nodded without looking at her.

"I know, Carter. You're already marked. You just have to take care of the second part on your own. I thought I'd spare you from having to go through…it all." He picked up some things from the pack. "You just… I'm gonna go shave." He looked at her briefly, trying to reassure her before he walked to the bathing chamber.

She sighed and fell back on the pillows. In a way she welcomed his discretion and the fact that he took care of things while she was asleep. These days it seemed no one looked at her like a woman anymore. Just a fuck. Except him. That was why she regretted that he cheated her out of being there with him when he came. He made her feel right again. He treated her right. He was the only one here who was aroused by her because his feelings ran deeper than sex and that drowned out everything else the other men did to her. She wanted to have been there when he came, because it was right.

Her hand moved under the covers and touched her folds, pushing through, deeper, running back up over her clit. It was wrong, she knew it, but she missed his touch. The way he had touched her the day before when he brought her off with his fingers. They felt so good. Long, strong fingers, calloused, but so, so soft as he rubbed against her expertly, urging her on with his lips on her neck. She missed him. They still had rules to live by, they were still officer and subordinate, but so many rules had been broken here, nothing mattered anymore. So they had done it to survive, all in the line of duty she repeated to herself over and over. That didn't mean they were going to start behaving like these people and jump each other every chance they got. If this could be avoided, they should. But she missed his touch. She missed his hand between her legs.

Her other hand ran over her thigh and felt the wet feel of his come on her thigh. He had wiped her clean, but the feel was still there, on her skin. Warm and sticky. All him. Her hand worked harder on her clit as her mind remembered from last night the strong, intense taste of his come in her mouth. The way it felt to have him shoot his release down her throat. She bit her lip to keep her moan quiet, as her orgasm shot through her body. She trembled alone between the cold sheets, thinking of him, of the way he felt, the way he tasted. She didn't care it was wrong anymore. He had been the one to save her life and her honor, or was willing to die and suffer with her. The bruises covering his face, the cuts on his neck, proved it.

He had taken his time shaving, even more that usual. He wanted to give her her space. They had been pushed too close, too fast, in conditions that were less than ideal for her. She trusted him and needed him because she was afraid, she was trying to survive. He didn't want her to think he was misreading this. They were just surviving. But she was everything he wanted in his life. "Carter? You… ok?" He called from the bathroom. "I wanted to contact Daniel."

"Yes, sir." She said. "I'm done." She was done. He closed his eyes fighting the visuals his mind provided at her words. Like he wasn't imagining her touching herself all the time he was in there. He sighed and walked out, trying not to look at her in her post orgasmic glow. Her cheeks flushed, her eyes bright. She had already started dressing when he picked up the radio and talked to Daniel. They were still talking to Etral. That girl could be so suborned. He looked at Sam and she could see he had reached a decision. One he didn't like and she hated. "Sir…"

"Daniel give Etral the radio and walk out of hearing distance. I want to talk to her alone." He said and Sam immediately knew what he was going to do.

She jumped off the bed. "Sir, no!" She rushed to his side to grab the radio from him, but he held her at arm's length. "No! You have no right!" She shouted at him. She rushed to grab her own radio and tell Daniel not to do it, but he grabbed her arm and held her still. "Don't you do this!" Etral's voice finally came through the radio.

"Etral, this is General O'Neill." He said. "Get your ass back here now. You let us handle your mess and I won't do that. Your people are about to slaughter each other. You have duties to attend to!"

"No, sir. I won't. This is my life and I won't live it in that camp, with those people, away from the man I love. They'll find another Keeper. She'll learn the duties just as I had. I won't come back."

"We're caught in the middle of you mess Etral!" He shouted at her while Sam still tried to take the radio from him. "Carter… Sam was raped! By your people. And since you apparently know love, you sure understand rape. We're prisoners here!" There, he had said it and Sam stopped fighting. She jerked free from him and slumped on the bed. Etral was quiet for a long time.

"Is she alright?" She asked weak. "Can't you protect her?"

"No, Etral, she's not. How the fuck do you expect her to be? And I couldn't do anything the first time! They're willing to kill me to get to her and I have just my bare hands to fight with! Get your ass back here!"

"Understood, General." She said and the radio clicked shut. So that was that. He threw the radio on the pack and turned to Sam. Now he had to deal with her.

"You had no right to do that!" She shouted at him. She was angry. Had every right to be. Somehow, somewhere along the way he had silently promised her never to reveal that even to anyone. "How could you tell her? Why did you tell her?" He walked towards her. "How could you expose me like that? How could you humiliate me?" He was just within her reach and he knelt to be at her level. She slapped him sharply across the face. "You swore you'd never tell! You hurt me!" He had been knocked off balance and was now sitting on his ass on the floor before her. She was crying, tears of humiliation and betrayal. He tried not to care. Etral was on her way back and she'd be out of here soon.

"I can't protect you Carter." He said. "And there's no telling what these people would do. How am I supposed to keep that from happening again?"

"I don't need you to protect me. Sir." She almost spit out his rank. "I'm more than capable to take care of myself. All I ever wanted from you was to be here with me. I am willing to go through anything." Her voice shook with pain and anger. "I didn't want to go through it alone. I'm still a colonel, sir. I don't need a knight in shining armor." He moved his eyes from hers to the floor. Fine, let her be, he didn't care. He just wanted her out of here. He nodded at her and got up. She had every right to be mad with him. She was crying, biting her lips, trying to stop herself, but she couldn't. Tears ran down her face and she kept wiping them off, but more followed. She had to stop. What was she doing crying in front of him?

He sighed and sat down next to her. "I'm not trying to be a knight in shining armor, or I would have taken you out of here by force long ago. But don't ask me to sit by and let you go through this." He pulled her to him, hugging her tightly to his chest. "Let's do this fight when we get home, ok? Right now we need each other." She pushed away from his arms.

"We don't need each other, sir. I need you. You can fuck any woman here without any problems. I'm the one who is the problem." There she had said it. What she had been thinking since the day they set foot in this camp. He didn't let her out of his arms and pulled her back to him despite her protests.

"Let's just say that I'm not that crazy about sleeping with the natives. I seem to get in trouble when I do. Carter…" She was crying against him. He took her hand and brushed her fingers over the cuts on his neck and felt her tense against him. "I need you to take care of me, too. I'm still limping and my back is killing me. There may be moment I'll need you to help me walk." She nodded and calmed down before she slowly pushed away from him. "I'm sorry I told her, Carter. There was no other way. We can't wait for Daniel to do his negotiations." He took a deep breath and hated the next words. "We'll gain access to the Archive and complete the job. All in the line of duty, Colonel." She nodded in agreement, pulling herself together.

She finished dressing and they spent the rest of the day inside, going out for food only, trying to avoid any other confrontations with the Lustravals. If they didn't see them they couldn't approach them. They'd mate among themselves and leave the two of them alone. "You know sir…" Sam said at a point, sitting cross legged on the bed, picking at her food. "You won the bet." He looked at her puzzled. "The bet sir… Oh come on, you were so set to have the bet." He still didn't remember. "You bet that we'd get in trouble out here. You won." She saw his face lighten up and his eyes gain a little bit of the old sexy sparkle. She was entranced by him, looking at him, her eyes taking in every line of his face.

"None of your requisition forms for a week. Sweet!" She tried hard to smile back at him, but couldn't. He put his plate down on the floor, where he sat, and moved next to her on the bed. "You know how tough your forms make my life? Some of the stuff your projects require takes months of bureaucratic stupidities." Her eyes held his, drowning in the sight of his face so close to her, a mischievous glow about him that she found delicious. She had missed him like this. "I mean, jeez, what the heck do you do down there?"

"You really want to know?" He narrowed his eyes at her. She bent forward her lips almost brushing his. He was holding his breath. She knew he was. "I'm keeping the base from blowing up. You should see some of the stuff we have down there." Her breath was fluttering over his face. He was frozen and she so wished she could smile her success at him. "Or… have I misunderstood you when you said 'down there'? Do you want to know about that too? Way down there… right about here…" Jack's jaw dropped when she gripped his thigh, squeezing it and moving unbelievably slow upwards. He was panting hard but didn't move from her. "Ummm… should I stop?" She asked with a weak voice, becoming unsure of her outrageous flirting.

His eyes were burning right into her, and she could see the passion in them, the fire, the need. "I don't know what I want anymore…" He whispered honestly.

"Do you want me?" She asked, still inching her hand upwards. She could see his pants tightening over his growing erection and to her amazing relief, she felt sexy again. She felt feminine, she felt wanted, desired, she felt beautiful and sexy. He made her feel like that. His honest reactions to her made her feel like that.

"Yes." He breathed. "I want you so bad." His eyes wanted to close as her hand inched closer to his aching dick, but he wanted to see her face. He wanted her to see him. "But not like this. Not here. Not when I'm afraid to touch you so I won't hurt you."

"You won't…"

He finally pulled back from her and her hand stilled on his thigh, much to his disappointment. "I don't dare to, Carter. I want you so bad I could so easily lose myself in you and I wouldn't be able to stop." She didn't feel sexy anymore. He knew why she needed him. And he really didn't care, because she finally needed him. But he refused to take advantage of her when she was hurting. If she hadn't been raped, he wouldn't have thought twice about pinning her to the bed and fucking her. But not like this. She obediently returned to her food, her face sad. But she understood him and didn't resent him for it. How could she when he cared for her this much?

"Carter…" She mumbled a response and kept her eyes on the food. His hand took hers and tugged her to him. "Come here." She scooted on the bed and allowed him to wrap his arms around her, crushing her to him. His hand fisted tightly in her hair, holding her so very close to him, the other hand pressing her tightly to his chest. Her own hands went around his chest and ran over his back, kneading his muscles. His body was the only thing that would ever wash away her shame and fears. He kissed her head, one long sweet kiss and reluctantly released her. She went back to her food and he picked up his plate and sat down on the bed, to eat next to her.

It was almost night when a Lustraval woman walked in their hut and came to them. "We want to see her mate." She said.

In a spilt second, Jack placed himself between the woman and Sam. "Excuse me?"

"We want to see her mate. She is free to choose her partner this time, we wish to watch her willingly mate with a man."

"What?" He asked again, not really believing what he was hearing. "What the hell are you talking about? Haven't you watched her last night? What more do you want?"

"We want her to mate. We want to watch her receive a man inside her body, we want to watch her come on him. We want to watch her bring him off. A hard man between her legs."

Way too many visuals there for his sanity. And too much perversion on the request. "Get out." He told the woman.

"We wish to see her willingly do it, but we shall challenge your claim on her again. She has such a wonderful body, and she comes so nice. We wish to watch her." The woman stepped closer and Sam saw Jack prepare to strike. "Come out and let her choose her mate if you do not wish it." With that the woman walked away.

"No. I'm not doing that." Sam said, looking at him, holding strong but a trace of fear in her voice. "I could go along with sucking you off and you going down on me before these people, but I will not fuck you before them." She got off the bed, her stance sure and determinate. "That's where I draw the line. That's too much, sir. Too much to do, too close, too personal." He looked at her defeated. She had said no, and he was going to respect that. She didn't have to explain, he didn't need her to because he agreed. He had no idea how they were going to get out of it, or if he could keep her from being raped again, but he'd find a way. "Sir, we didn't hold out on each other for the past 4 years, to end up doing it like this. To be forced into this. I can't do it. I won't sir!"

He nodded. "I know." Was all he said. He did know. "You won't do it."

"Can I not? Really? Can I?" She was beginning to see the fact that she really had very little choice in this matter. Her hands covered her face. "Oh God, they'll rape me again."

But he seemed determinate to let her have it her way. "You won't do it. We'll think of something." She nodded, trying to keep positive about this, trying to stay alert and ready to fight. But time was running out. There were Lustravals waiting outside the den and they'd surely be seen if they tried to make an escape. Jack was going through their packs, trying to come up with some sort of weapon, but there was nothing. Even their C4 was gone.

The woman came in again. "We are waiting." She said. "Sam, come choose your mate."

"What if I don't want to? What if I refuse?"

"Refuse sex. How can you refuse sex? Never mind. The men shall convince you with their touch. Do you wish me to call them?"

"You mean rape me. Again." The woman was completely absent to Sam's words.

"I do not understand?" Nor did she seem willing to. "You speak strangely of sex. Shall I call the men?" The woman was about to walk outside.

"No. Give me a minute. I'll do this willingly and I'll choose my own mate."

"Carter…." She heard Jack hiss her name warningly behind her.

"All right. Here, leave your complicated clothes behind. Put these on. Much easier." The woman dropped two gowns and left. Sam turned and walked to Jack. Her hands grabbed a tight hold of his vest and she fought back tears.

"No, Carter, don't. You don't have to, we'll find a way. We just have to make it through the night. Daniel will be here in the morning. We can hold out the night." But she shook her head. "God please…" He had grabbed hold of her own vest, resting his forehead against hers. "Carter…"

"All in the line of duty, sir." She said choking on tears. "Be there with me, we can do this. Stay on top of me and cover me as much as you can, please. We can pull through. It'll be over by morning."

"Yes." He said, kissing her head. "Over by morning…" He wanted this over now. 4 years wasted to have it happen like this. "Ok, ok… Come on, let's do this. You ready?" She nodded and he tugged at her vest a little. "You listen to me only, you look at me only. Nothing else but me. Understood Carter?" She nodded again. "You'll be fine. I won't hurt you." She nodded again and pulled his vest off, taking her time in stripping him naked. Just like she always dreamed to. Revealing each inch of his tanned skin slowly, feeling his hot body beneath her finger tips. The texture of his skin, the warmth, the shivers spreading through her.

He helped her shed her own clothes, watching her face closely, trying to soothe her fear, caressing her skin. His lips were kissing her neck softly as he undid her pants, going down on his protesting knees, his lips trailing down her body to her belly as he undressed her. "It's ok." He whispered against her skin. "Trust me." He moved and pulled the gown over her, trailing his gentle hands up her neck and in her hair. "Me only Carter." He told her as she tried to grab hold of his body. "You're mine only." He covered himself as they walked out.

They stood there waiting for the Lustravals' next move. "You won't be cold by the camp fire." The woman said guiding them to the usual camp fire, where they had thrown several blankets and furs on a large smooth stone surface. "You will be mating with Jack?" Sam nodded. "Wonderful. The humans. Beautiful." More Lustravals gathered around them attracted by the prospect of seeing the humans mate. It was new, it was foreign.

"Carter…" Jack said looking around them. "Anytime you want to back out…"

"Really sir? And what are you going to do? Grow wings?" He looked at her. Sarcasm. That was good. *Stay strong Carter!* He though as they moved to the stone and she got on it. He followed her, seeing her eyes take in their audience.

"No! Carter. Don't" He said turning her head to him. "Only me." She nodded and lay back on the soft covers and furs. She opened her gown and stretched herself for him. There was no point in waiting. "God…" He moaned, bending over her and closing his mouth on the skin of her neck. Her eyes closed for a moment and he felt her relax to his touch. "Just me, Carter." He whispered in her ear, softly kissing her neck. He licked down her jugular to her collarbone, sucking at the hollow of her throat. He dipped his tongue inside it, tasting the skin, and feeling her hands go to hold his head.

Sam moaned above him, when his tongue trailed down between her breasts, but she tensed when he moved to take her gown off. She was caught up in his touch, but still aware of their audience. He kissed her breast, his hands slowly but surely tugging at her clothing. "Sir… please…" She started trembling and he pulled off her. His hands grabbed hers and pulled her in a sitting position against him. She rested her face against his, brushing her cheek against his, his skin slightly rough against hers. "Ok… I'm ok… do this."

"Keep your eyes closed." He whispered to her, nuzzling her hair. It was soft against his face and she felt soft against his body. "We're not here." He whispered, his hands roaming her body under the go