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Major Samantha Carter stood alone at Stargate Command, looking down into the gate room through the conference room window. Several technicians were working on a M.A.L.P. at the base of the famous metal ramp that carried SG teams and many others to distant worlds. Usually, the sight of a M.A.L.P. being made mission ready meant that someone would be heading off world soon. To her knowledge, however, no teams were scheduled for any missions today.
“Oh good, you’re already here.” The voice came from behind her and belonged to her trusted friend and colleague, Doctor Daniel Jackson.
Sam spun on her heels and smiled at him, “That I am! I had planned to be in my lab studying that artifact from…”
She stopped talking and smiled nervously. Daniel’s head was tilted down slightly and he was peering over his glasses at her. Sam knew that look meant he had something important on his mind and was surprised she didn’t already know what that was. Colonel O’Neill had popped into the lab this morning to tell her that SG1 was meeting in the conference room but had said nothing else.
As if on cue, the Colonel finished climbing up the stairs in the corner of the room. He looked right at Sam and smiled at her before taking his customary seat at the long table between them.
“You didn’t tell her?” Daniel asked, following Jack’s lead and claiming a chair. He almost dropped the two books and notepad he’d been carrying but managed to get everything on to the table.
“Tell me what?” Sam inquired, placing her hands on the back of a chair in front of her but not moving to sit yet.
“Yeah, tell her what?” O’Neill asked defensively, leaning back into his chair and folding his hands together against his stomach.
“Oh, I don’t know, Jack, maybe you could have mentioned the reason we are meeting today?” Daniel sighed, visibly exasperated.
Sam noted that he looked tired. Daniel’s face was half covered in a couple of days worth of stubble and he appeared to be in the same clothes she had seen him in yesterday. None of this alarmed her, however, as Daniel was known for going on all-nighters in the name of research.
The Colonel leaned forward and rested his forearms on the table, waving his hands somewhat dramatically. “I called her to the briefing room, Daniel,” he paused for effect, “for the briefing.”
Sam saw that Daniel was opening his mouth to speak but Jack raised a finger in his direction and finished with, “So she could, you know, be briefed!”
“Sir, Daniel, thank you.” She cut in after looking at each of them in turn, hoping to head off further arguments.
“Right,” Daniel said slowly, drawing out the word slightly as he regained his composure. He then looked down at the two books and opened them to spots he had marked with pieces of paper.
“Sam,” he looked up and Carter finally decided to sit across from him at the table. Once she was settled, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and asked, “How much do you know about Greek Mythology?”
Major Carter shrugged and placed her hands flat on the table. “The basics I suppose.” She was about to say more before she looked around and noticed that Teal’c wasn’t present. Also, she could see through the adjoining window that General Hammond was in his office holding his desk phone up to his ear. Usually he was part of these briefings.
She felt her face curl up in a frown as she slowly realized how far behind she actually was. A dozen questions filled her mind but one in particular seemed the most relevant. “Wait, where’s Teal’c?”
Jack spoke first, “He’s gearing up.”
Sam was becoming confused. This was definitely not how these mission briefings usually went. “Gearing up for what, Sir?”
“The mission, Major.” The Colonel cocked his head sideways and raised his eyebrows. At this point she had no idea what to say but thankfully Jack was willing to be helpful, adding, “You know, the one we are briefing you for?”
Daniel came to her rescue. “Look,” he slid one of the books across the table to her, “pictured there is the family tree of the Greek Gods. Now, you’ll notice at the top that one of the most prominent is a Titan by the name of Cronus.”
That name rang a loud bell in her mind and Sam looked up from the book. She could see in their faces that they were all thinking what she was. Daniel was giving her the ‘Yes, that Cronus’ look.
This particular System Lord and Teal’c had serious history so that explained two things. First, Teal’c would be first in line for any mission related to his nemesis so that was why he was already in the gear room. Second, it explained why Colonel O’Neill was deflecting as much as he was. He knew that the death of Teal’c’s father at the hands of Cronus was an understandably sensitive topic for the former First Prime. And Jack preferred to use his own brand of humor to make it through tough things like that.
Doctor Jackson continued, his voice picking up speed as he went, “Well, as was recorded and retold throughout history, Cronus and the other Titans were parents to the more well known gods such as Zeus, Poseidon, and so forth. Kind of. It’s complicated.”
Sam pressed her lips together awkwardly and Daniel stuttered for a moment before launching into the information once again. “We haven’t encountered too many System Lords masquerading as Greek deities but if you look further down in that family tree there you’ll come across the name Hephaestus. In mythology he is famous for being a creative blacksmith as well as the husband of Aphrodite.”
Carter was known for her patience but given the fact that a M.A.L.P. was already being prepped and Teal’c was in the gear room, she cut Daniel off before he could say more. “Let me guess, you somehow found a clue that matches with gate coordinates and a minor System Lord by the name of Hephaestus is somehow involved?”
“Major!” Colonel O’Neill said, exaggerating a facial expression somewhat akin to disappointment. “You’re here to be briefed. Let him brief!”
The room was silent a minute before Daniel nudged his glasses up his nose and said to Jack, “No, that’s basically correct.”
“Oh.” O’Neill said in reply before stretching his arms. “It is?”
Sam couldn’t help but smile as she watched Daniel turn his head sideways and stare at their unit’s commanding officer incredulously. “Seriously? I literally spent an hour explaining all this to you.”
“You did?” Jack asked.
“I did.” Daniel responded.
“What did you find, Daniel?” Samantha attempted to save them both from each other again.
Her ploy worked and Dr. Jackson finished his explanation. “SG7 brought back something from a P4E-X5W that seems to belong to a minor System Lord known in ancient Greek and translated into English as ‘The Blacksmith’. There was a tablet with the artifact SG7 brought back and it detailed how The Blacksmith had a falling out with his wife who left him for a larger, more powerful System Lord. I’m guessing here, but that really does sound like what was recorded in history as Aphrodite being caught having an affair with Ares. Now, the tablet goes on to say that The Blacksmith was exiled by the major System Lords after he failed an attempt on another Goa’uld’s life. Cross referencing the tablet with the computer gave us only one set of coordinates”
Samantha sat silently for a long moment before turning to the Colonel. She still had many questions but it was clear where this was going. “Sir, if we have gate coordinates to a location that might belong to a System Lord known for making weapons, should we be rushing in?”
“That’s what I said!” Jack proclaimed. “Tell her, Daniel, that’s exactly…”
Daniel interjected, “Yesterday I sent a message through the usual means to the Tok’ra and they confirmed that in exchange for us supplying them the gate coordinates they would share information on an operative they have who has been trying to locate Hephaestus’ compound…”
The mission briefing continued for several more minutes. Then the trio headed off to gear up after Jack explained that the General had signed off on the mission over an hour ago.
According to the Tok’ra intel, there was nothing but a skeleton crew guarding the facility as the System Lord himself was sighted elsewhere. Reportedly, however, Hephaestus rarely strayed from what they were calling The Forge very often, meaning time was of the essence.
This was a golden opportunity to gather some intel on what the Goa’uld might be up to as far as developing new weapons. It also might be a treasure trove of experimental or otherwise unique examples of alien technology. The way Daniel had explained it while they all geared up and secured weapons was that most Goa’uld were strictly scavengers, so getting a look at what a more inventive one was creating was important. Sam had agreed and her mind whirred with the possibilities, each one more exciting and useful for the SGC than the last.
It wasn’t long before Major Carter was in the gate room, nodding at Teal’c who tilted his head slightly in response. The call came in from mission control that solid telemetry had been established via the M.A.L.P. and with a glance back at General Hammond, SG1 stepped up the ramp and through the portal.
***
Six hours later, Daniel sat flustered on a fallen log in a deciduous forest and was re-reading his notes. Jack was whittling at a stick with his combat knife and Teal’c was off in the distance looking over the edge of a steep canyon.
Upon first arrival, the team had discovered a few Jaffa in a small stone building near the DHD. Sure enough, they bore the anvil shaped tattoo of The Blacksmith upon their foreheads and seemed to be well equipped with nicer and more powerful versions of the usual Jaffa weapons. They were caught off guard by the arrival of SG1 and Teal'c in particular seemed to be in no mood for a drawn out fight. He had run straight toward them unflinchingly even as they opened fire with strange Staff Weapons. With him charging straight at them it was easy for Sam and the Colonel to flank around and take them out from a position of advantage. The battle lasted all of six minutes.
Since that early excitement nothing else of note had taken place. Samantha had taken time to record plenty of scientific readings and some early indications were that this place might serve nicely as another offworld base for the SGC. There were interesting plants that might have medicinal properties as well as several large deposits of rare metals not more than a few miles from the gate. What there was not, however, was any sight of a compound belonging to a Goa’uld.
“That’s it,” Jack said after accidentally snapping the stick he’d been whittling, “I’m calling it. Ah!” He stood and held a hand up in Daniel’s direction. “I don’t want to hear it. Those Jaffa at the gate were guarding something and we’ve only been here six hours. I know we haven’t been here long enough to search properly. I get it, but we should report back.”
“Sir,” Sam said, trotting over, “We can set up some drones for an aerial reconnaissance mission as soon as we are back at the SGC. Give me a moment to place a locator beacon near where Teal’c is standing. It can be used to orient the drone pilots to where we’ve already been.”
“Good idea, Major.” The Colonel said with a warm smile. Sam found herself absentmindedly looking away. His smile always made her feel butterflies in her stomach which then made her feel awkward.
Luckily, he did not seem to notice and she heard him call out to Teal’c. “Hey! Teal’c! We’re heading back to the gate!”
Carter started moving in the direction Teal’c was now coming back from. “Sorry, Teal’c.” She said as she neared him. “I’m sure we’ll find the facility soon. It has to be here.” This mission had meant a lot to the former First Prime of Apophis and she made a mental note later to talk privately with him.
“Indeed.” Was his stoic reply as he walked past her.
A few minutes later, Sam was busying herself with setting up a small locator beacon on a tiny tripod. The boys were waiting for her just inside the treeline as she crouched down near the edge of the canyon. She pulled out a computer to calibrate the beacon but stopped suddenly when she heard a sound that made her heart drop into her military issue boots.
A ring transporter had been activated and bright light enveloped her. In a flash she was suddenly in a small enclosed space with almost no light. “What the hell?” She whispered, shouldering her P90 and readying herself for combat.
Vibration in the paneling under her feet and the overall rough shape of the space around her told the Major she was likely in the air in some kind of craft. Given the nature of the mission and who might be occupying this planet, she assumed this was likely the ring room of an Al’kesh. But how had it maneuvered into position to transport her without anyone from her team noticing?
Before she could assess the situation any further, something hard struck her on the back of her head and after the room spun for a second she landed on the floor. Sam reacted quickly and she moved to raise her weapon to fire in the general direction she had been assaulted from. Before she squeezed the trigger however she heard the sound of a Zat Gun discharge. Her entire body suddenly felt as if it was on fire and then everything went black.
***
Her eyes slowly opened but she forced them closed again as the light seemed to pierce her retinas and cause a splitting headache. A moment later she slowly opened them and fought through the discomfort in order to allow them to adjust.
She was clearly in some kind of cell but it was different than any she had been held in before. Instead of the normal gaudy Goa’uld colors and ancient Egyptian decorative motifs the walls of her cell were simple gray stones. Normal iron bars provided the only door and it was shut.
Her hands immediately began checking for her gear but obviously they had taken everything from her. Her standard SGC mission uniform had been pawed through and she felt more than a little violated at the thought of how thoroughly they might have searched her.
Major Carter dismissed the thought immediately. Her attention needed to be on survival and escape. She was alone and was hoping that the rest of SG1 had not been taken. She still had her boots, pants, jacket, and black undershirt. And aside from her headache and overall soreness from the Zat blast, she was otherwise unharmed. For better or worse, her captors wanted her alive.
After what she estimated was a half hour, Samantha determined that her situation was indeed dire. She ran her fingers through her short blonde curly hair as she considered her options. There was no food and no water and her cell was completely empty. She didn’t even have a hole or bucket for bodily functions.
The cell itself was three short walls maybe three feet long each all made from some kind of solid stone. There were no windows however the ceiling outside was lined with light panels that illuminated everything perfectly. The fourth wall consisted of iron bars and hinges for a door. None of which had so much as vibrated even when she attempted to kick them or move them in any way.
In short, Major Samantha Carter was worried for her own safety. Her only hope, it seemed, was with her team. Surely the search had already begun and it was only a matter of time. She just had to survive whatever this was until help arrived in the form of several fully armed and motivated SGC teams.
***
Samantha did her best to keep track of time. It had definitely been hours since she had first awoken. She had taken off her uniform jacket and was using it as a pillow. Her black undershirt was hardly comfortable or warm enough but it had to do for now. Just as she was about to finally consider peeing in one of the corners of her cell, she heard footsteps approaching.
A small group of Jaffa arrived outside of her cell, all of them leering at her menacingly through the bars. None said anything for several awkward moments and she used the time to gather intelligence. They all wore strange armor unlike anything she’d seen on any Jaffa before. In fact, none of their outfits seemed to perfectly match in any way. Each was wearing some kind of metal alloy outfit that more closely resembled something a gladiator might wear than a Jaffa on a random planet. Some wore what seemed to be skirts with leather straps hanging down with only straps and a few random pieces of metal covering only portions of their bodies. As a result, most of their bodies were on nearly full display for her to see.
Her musings ended when they all parted to allow another Jaffa forward. This one had the telltale golden mark identifying him as a First Prime of Hephaestus. Based on experience, she figured this might be one she could reason with and she stood to move closer to the bars. She opened her mouth to speak but the First Prime held up his hand.
“Do not speak, female warrior of the Tau’ri. I am Xorel, First Prime of Hephaestus. You will not speak unless spoken to and you will immediately follow any command given to you by me or anyone else. Do you understand?” He was a large, dark skinned man with the deepest voice she had ever heard. Sam was instantly intimidated by his size and commanding presence. He had to be at least a head taller than Teal’c.
In other circumstances she may have taken a page out of Jack’s book and insulted the Jaffa. Yet she was here alone and this First Prime clearly meant business. His hands looked large enough to palm her skull. Thanks to the revealing armor, Sam could see he was extremely muscular. This gave her no optimistic thoughts about her chances in a fight. Best to play along a little and keep her captors from doing anything rash. She would need them for food and water and basic survival.
“I understand.”
“Open the door.” He said quietly to one of the other Jaffa. Sam took careful note of which one he spoke to since he presumably had the key to her cell.
As soon as it was opened, Sam inched back until her backside reached the wall. She looked up at the massive Jaffa who was invading her cell and tried to keep her cool. He was sizing her up, his large eyes roaming all over her in a way she was definitely not comfortable with. She wished to protest but remembered he had likely not been playing around about her staying silent.
Without warning, he spoke, his deep voice booming in the small space. “Remove your clothes. Now.”
Carter was caught completely off guard. This was usually the part where a First Prime would begin an interrogation or inquire about how a human had such strange technology. Instead, after she failed to immediately comply, he simply sighed and lashed out, slapping Sam so hard she fell to the floor. She cried out and reached up for her face. The taste of blood filled her mouth and she writhed where she lay.
“I thought you understood.” Xorel turned and exited the cell without closing the door behind him. “It is unfortunate you have chosen this path. We could have avoided this, slave, if only you could follow my command. Perhaps the next time I give one you will do as I say?”
He whirled around and started off back down the corridor out of view, his voice echoing off the stone walls. “Jaffa! Educate her now before our Lord arrives. If there is any hope for her to survive him we must begin immediately.”
“What?” Sam started to try and sit up, still a little delirious from the powerful slap. Her face throbbed and fear immediately swelled within her as two Jaffa entered with sharp knives. They began to slice and cut at her clothing and when she kicked out with her boot one Jaffa struck her in the stomach, doubling her over. Then she felt hands grasping her and lifting her up. Her top was now in shreds and fell to the floor, revealing her sports bra underneath.
“No!” She cried out before a hand covered her mouth. She could feel the revealing, seemingly inefficient armor against her bare back in addition to the man’s thick muscles. His grip was firm and she was unable to wriggle free as another man sliced off her belt and ripped her pants from her legs.
Samantha’s white panties went next and she felt cool air and the eyes of her captors on her exposed private parts. Carter had always preferred to shave most of her body hair but around her pubic area she usually just kept things trimmed for comfort. Now, she felt humiliated as the Jaffa pointed and jeered at the small patch of short, blonde hair above her pussy.
The man holding Sam dropped her to the floor. Her naked hips and legs scraped against the floor painfully but it was her tailbone that took the brunt of the fall. She whimpered and tried to gather herself but another knife slashed out, cutting off her sports bra and wounding her skin superficially in the process. She cried out and attempted to cover her breasts as they bounced free of the bra. The Jaffa barked at each other in a language she did not know and then the two surged toward her, picking her up again and carrying her out of the cell.
Sam Carter was now completely naked and being carried by a muscular Jaffa. Her head was still swimming as she tried to get an accurate count but it was useless. Especially since he was carrying her over his shoulder and bouncing her about roughly with each of his steps. She had no defenses left and could barely keep herself awake let alone fight back in any meaningful way. She still gave a token struggle as they carried her down the corridor in the opposite direction their First Prime had gone. At one point she managed to get one of her elbows to connect with the side of his head but the man did not seem to notice in the least. Shortly thereafter the squad stopped and she tried to lift her head to see where they were.
It was clearly some kind of barracks. They had brought her to the center of a large room lined on each opposite wall with bunks and some odd lockers. There were various tables and what looked like an open door to some kind of kitchen.
She was unceremoniously plopped down on her back on a circular wooden table directly in the center of this chamber. She immediately tried to sit up but two Jaffa moved around her and each took one of her arms, pinning them over her head pressing them down against the table.
That was when the one who had been carrying her stood in front of her as two more Jaffa grasped her ankles and pulled her legs apart. In that moment, Sam knew that no one would arrive in time to save her from being raped.
Yet, she did not have time to think about it for long before the man unbuckled the slender piece of armor covering his genital area. The armor or clothing clanged to the floor and she saw his fully erect cock sticking out toward her. It was easily the longest and thickest dick she had ever seen and her eyes must have widened because they all started laughing.
“Please,” she begged and was about to say more but was slapped viciously across her face. This was a burning reminder that she was not to speak.
Carter could see another Jaffa raising a hand to slap her as well and she winced in anticipation however his hand connected roughly with her right breast instead of her face. She wailed as tears filled Samantha’s beautiful eyes. She rolled her head to the side in defeat and looked past the mob of stripping Jaffa toward a blank wall. She did not wish to watch what was about to happen.
Even that was denied to her. Another set of hands turned her head straight again. She was forced to watch as the Jaffa who had carried her stepped forward and lined his massive cock up with her pussy. He spit in his hand and began to rub his own erection, presumably to lubricate it for intercourse.
Sam opened her mouth to beg him to stop just as the man drove his immense girth straight into her. She gasped for air as he penetrated into her as far as he could, which she could see was not the entire length of him. Her eyes found his and she was disgusted to see a huge smile on his face as he groaned with pleasure.
The Jaffa winked at her as he pulled partially out, grinning and laughing with the other men as he then plunged back in. After a few more slow strokes he began to fuck her with abandon. He drove into Carter’s stretched pussy over and over, slamming into her repeatedly as the others held her down. Her breath quickened but she took no pleasure from her rape. His brutal thrusts hurt and she realized there really was no SGC training that could have prepared her for this.
It did not take long for the Jaffa to finally slam into her pussy one last time, painfully burying himself inside of Carter far deeper than she ever imagined was possible. His monstrous cock began to pulse, shooting glob after glob of cum into her womb. She felt completely and utterly ashamed and defiled as the man slid out of her, allowing his warm ejaculate to ooze out and roll down her ass onto the table beneath her.
For the briefest of moments, the Major was able to catch her breath. She kept her mouth shut in order to stave off more punishment and thought that maybe with him cumming inside of her, they would assume she had learned her lesson. Perhaps with good behavior the rape would stop.
It was wishful thinking and she knew it. Samantha Carter was therefore not surprised when another Jaffa, this one completely naked, stood between her legs and thrust his thick cock inside her.
Her first rapist’s cum helped lubricate her opening, allowing the man taking her now to slide all the way inside of her with ease. It physically hurt less than the first penetration Sam had received but mentally she was struggling to manage. With a second rape, there was now no doubt that the rest of these warriors would want a turn.
Her back began to scrape painfully on the rough wooden table beneath her as her rapist thrust into her with so much force it was making her body shift away from the edge. Whenever that happened, the men holding her legs would pull her back down into the cock that was fucking her relentlessly.
Moments later, the Jaffa groaned lewdly and plunged the entire length of his cock into her abused sex and deposited his own heavy load of cum. This man held his softening length inside of her for a bit longer before he stepped back. More liquid pooled under her ass as it flowed out of Sam’s leaking pussy.
“No more…” She said weakly as a third man stood between her legs, sliding a slightly smaller cock into her stretched and flooded pussy without difficulty. The Jaffa bottomed out inside of her and held himself there a moment. He looked right into her face and spit directly into one of her eyes.
Major Carter then felt another hand strike her face followed by a second and then third slap on her other cheek. She had spoken and they had punished her for it. Her vision was blurring and she began to feel woozy. She felt that soon she might pass out.
Her rape resumed. The third man to take her took longer to reach climax but he eventually did, also choosing to empty his balls directly into her womb. As expected, after he had finished grunting the Jaffa moved off and another took his place.
As he easily thrust completely inside of her, Sam finally relaxed her arms and legs and completely gave up the struggle. What was the point? Her vision continued to dim as a fourth cock brutally raped her. There was no reprieve or escape ahead. All she could hope for was that this gang rape did eventually end. She’d had no food or water for what seemed like at least half a day now and she was definitely feeling the effects of that.
The man’s thrusts were so hard she was sliding up the table again so he brought her limp legs together and held them against his torso. In this position his erection was striking a different spot inside of her and she cried out in pain.
A fist struck her face immediately and everything went dark.