The Vengeance Of Hathor
by John O'Connor
Disclaimer:  Stargate SG-1 and its characters are the
property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom,
MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko 
Productions. This story is for entertainment purposes
only and no money exchanged hands. No copyright
infringement is intended. The original characters,
situations, and story are the property of the author.
Note: Spoilers for "Hathor," "Out Of Mind," and "Into
The Fire." Thanks to Han for the suggestion. Please be
aware that this will include some non-consenting sex
and some elements of domination.
"I'd like to thank Han for her suggestion/challenge.
She gave me the impetus to write this story."
Part 1
Standing in the fake Gateroom with two of her
teammates, Captain Samantha Carter remembered the
crushing despair she felt when she believed she had
awakened in the year 2077 and everyone she knew and
especially the people she cared about were gone.
That thought had triggered the tears. There was no
Janet anymore. She was long dead. So was Jack O'Neill,
Daniel Jackson, Teal'c, and the rest of her SGC.
Cassie, the young orphaned alien she and Janet took
such delight in, was at best a very old woman.
She hadn't known if she could go on. She wasn't even
sure if she wanted to. Not without Janet or Cassie.
They had become her entire life!
She remembered lying in the cryo-crypt with the "head"
of SGC Medical, Doctor Raully, and the "commander" of
the SGC, Major General Trofsky, leaning over her
explaining what had supposedly happened. She heard
some of it but after hearing the year, her thoughts
drifted back to the first time she and Janet had made
love.
It was less than six months before, although at the
time Sam was certian it was over 78 years before.
Shortly after Jolinar's death, Sam had totally
immersed herself in her work as a balm to her psychic
pain.
******
Janet walked into her lab demanding that Sam take some
time off and visit Cassie or she would place Sam on
enforced medical leave.
"Sam, it's not good to stay locked up inside this
lab," Janet said. She put her hands on Sam's shoulders
and leaned over her to look at the computer screen.
"Hey, you're muscle's are tight! Let me see..."
Janet began to gently massage Sam's shoulders. It felt
wonderful. Sam could feel a lot of tension melt out of
her as Janet's fingers worked their magic.
This lead to dinner at Janet's house and some
video-gaming with Cassie. Before the evening was over,
Sam and Janet were curled up at opposite ends of the
couch, talking quietly about little of importance.
Janet asked, "How are your shoulders? Still tight?"
Sam nodded and Janet stood and walked around behind
her and resumed her deep massage. Sam's head lolled
around, her soft, golden hair brushing the backs of
Janet's hands.
Janet came around and knelt in front of Sam, need and
desire burning in her eyes. Sam smiled gently and
Janet leaned in to kiss her. Sam happily accepted the
soft lips against hers and let her lips part to allow
Janet's tongue into her mouth. She tasted so sweet and
her tongue was soft, liquid magic in Sam's mouth.
******
She was jerked from the memory of a memory by motion
near the back of the fake Gateroom. Sam felt despair
wash over her anew when Hathor stepped into view.
This explained how a System Lord could have gotten so
many details of the SGC correct, at least on the
surface. She had spent enough time there, first as a
guest and then as would-be conqueror. She had only
been defeated by the women of the SGC and Teal'c who
had not been affected by Hathor's "magic."
Sam did feel some relief at the thought that Janet and
Cass were still alive. They had almost assured
themselves it was still 1999, not 2077. But it was
tempered by the realization that she, Colonel O'Neill,
and Daniel were prisoners of one of the coldest
bitches Sam had ever met.
Hathor started to ask questions relating to the
Asgards and the possibility of an alliance against the
other System Lords who had trapped her on Earth
thousands of years before. She stepped up and stroked
Sam's cheek. Sam felt a ripple of revulsion at her
touch as she asked, "What is the sequence of numbers
necessary to open the barricade protecting your
stargate?" Sam kept her mouth shut.
Hathor stepped over to a waiting Jaffa and pulled a
Goa'uld out of his stomach. "An opportunity has
presented itself at a most fortuitous time."
Holding the writhing serpent-like creature up, she
continued, "Our friend here is ready for a host. Tell
Us, which one of you shall it be?"
As the Goa'uld continued to taunt them, Sam finally
said, "I'm not afraid!"
"You should be, for the pain a symbiote can inflict on
the host is quite unimaginable," Hathor sneered.
Finally, Serpent and Horus guards marched them out of
the false Gateroom. Sam was separated from the colonel
and Daniel and taken to a plush chamber. The guards
left her alone in the room.
Sam looked around. The walls were covered by
tapestries in places. There was a large raised,
cushioned platform along the far wall with several
pillows scattered across the top. There was a small
couch-like piece fo furniture to her left. The rest of
the chamber was empty of artifacts.
As Sam waited, she decided there was little point in
standing. A lengthy wait to her would mean little to
long-lived creatures like the Goa'uld. After sitting
down on the small couch, she felt her mind drifting.
******
Janet led Sam upstairs to her bedroom and stood before
her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Janet asked.
"It's not too late. Nothing has happened and nothing
will, unless you want it to."
"I want it to," Sam whispered. Then she reached out
and ran the back of her fingers down Janet's cheek in
a gentle caress. The other woman leaned into Sam's
hand with her eyes closed and a smile on her lips.
Sam turned her hand and cupped Janet's face as Janet
took her other hand and held it gently. Janet leaned
up and gently kissed Sam. Sam opened her lips and
again accepted Janet's tongue, playing with it and
caressing it with her own.
Breaking the kiss, Janet pulled back and looked at
Sam. "There's still time," she said.
Sam nodded, "All the time in the world..." Then Sam
leaned towards her friend and kissed her deeply.
They quickly shed their clothes and lay together on
Janet's bed, mouths and tongues exploring, fingers
tracing soft curves, and eyes gazing deep into each
other's soul.
Janet slid her fingers lightly down Sam's smooth
stomach and toyed with the short curls above her
center. As she stroked and caressed Sam's flesh, she
whispered, "You've never been with another woman
before, have you?" Sam slowly shook her head, as if
ashamed of the truth. Janet smiled reassuringly,
"That's fine. May I show you how nice it can be?"
Sam nodded and Janet kissed her again before trailing
down Sam's body, kissing and licking soft, warm skin.
Taking her time, Janet kissed the tips of each breast,
lightly flicking her tongue across the taut nipples
before wrapping her lips around Sam's left breast. Her
fingers toyed with the right nipple as she began to
slowly suck and nip at the rock hard nub in her mouth.
Sam felt waves of pleasure flowing through her. She
gave out little cries of pleasure every time Janet's
teeth, lips, or tongue touched her skin. When the
young brunette moved to Sam's other breast and
continued her pleasuring, Sam groaned, "Oh Janet!
Please, don't stop!"
Janet whispered against her skin, "I must if you want
me to show you everything."
Sam had never felt so special, so loved, as she did
when Janet kissed her way down Sam's body. The doctor
paused to swab out Sam's navel, causing the blonde to
arch her back slightly. Then she resumed her course to
the hot mound of her very willing victim.
Spreading Sam's thighs, Janet kissed the tender flesh
of the inner thighs before gently parting the moist
folds below the golden crown of hair. The inner flesh
was glistening with Sam's honey and Janet bent to lick
every drop from the incredibly sensitive lips, as she
slipped two fingers into the wet cavern of Sam's sex.
Sam gave a little cry as Janet began to work on her
hot, wet core. She had never been so aroused and was
amazed at how hot and tender her new lover could be,
before her conscious mind refused to function.
Janet took only a few swipes of her tongue before she
felt Sam grip her fingers. She knew her friend was
about to have her first woman-induced orgasm. She
pressed the flat of her tongue against Sam's clit,
sending the blond woman over the edge into ecstasy.
"Oooooooaaaaaaoooowwww!"
Sam's body thrust up and down on the mattress as she
flooded Janet's mouth with her musky juice. Novas
blazed behind her closed eyes as her entire frame was
wracked with pleasure.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Janet smiling down
on her. "My God, Janet! That was incredible! I never
felt anything like that before!" Sam enthused in a
husky voice.
"That was only the beginning," Janet promised as she
leaned over and captured Sam's lips in a loving,
passionate kiss.
Soon, it was Sam's turn to pleasure her lover...
******
"Well, how do you like Our accomodations?"
Sam sat up with a jerk as she saw Hathor step into the
room.
"We have reason to remember you. You disrupted Our
plans on your petty world. But We do not hold a grudge
against you. We find you most comely and would have
you for Our pleasure." Hathor stepped up and pulled
Sam to her feet. "Does this please you?"
Sam merely shook her head. "We offer you that which
men through the centuries desired above life itself
and you would refuse Us?" Hathor leaned close to Sam,
"We shall see."
Hathor grabbed Sam's shoulders and pulled her close,
forcing her lips against Sam's and thrusting her
tongue into Sam's mouth.
Especially as the memory of Janet's sweet kisses were
so fresh in her mind, Sam found herself revolted by
this alien creature's kiss. She tried to pull away but
the Goa'uld's strength was more than enough to hold
her.
As Hathor continued to ravage Sam's mouth, Sam felt
her revulsion and resistance melt away. She was
becoming aroused by the other woman.
As if sensing this, Hathor released her hold on Sam.
Smiling, she said, "Now, Our sweet, do you not find Us
attractive? Do you not desire Us? It is useless to lie
to Us. We can sense your desire."
Sam realized that, as much as she hated and despised
this woman, she wanted nothing more than to have hot
sex with her. As she stood there, stunned at her
lustful feelings, Hathor slowly stripped off her
clothes.
Sam gazed longingly at the near-perfect body before
her. She wanted to kiss every inch of that beautiful
skin and to drink from the fount at her center.
Hathor threw back her head and laughed. "You humans
are so easily aroused. We find this both pleasing and
amusing." Reaching out her hand she pulled Sam towards
the bed. "Please remove those garments, Our sweet, so
that We may admire your human form."
Sam pulled off the white garments she and Jack O'Neill
had pulled on to sneak through the fake SGC. As she
bared herself, Hathor remarked, "We see you are still
a beautiful woman. Your aspect pleases Us. Come here."
Sam knelt on the bed and gazed down at Hathor. Her
breasts were firm and thrust up from her body. Her
hips gently flared out and the little russet patch of
pubic hair was trimmed, allowing Sam to see the
aroused labia as Hathor slowly stroked herself.
"Come Our sweet, lay beside Us and allow Us to take
Our pleasure," Hathor purred.
Sam lay next to the woman and began to kiss her, deep
probing kisses as her fingers made their way down to
join with Hathor's.
Hathor grabbed Sam's hand tightly as she bit savagely
at Sam's lip. Sam pulled back with a shout, feeling
blood flow down her chin.
Hathor narrowed her eyes and smiled evilly. "We must
be completely truthful with you. We have not forgotten
nor have We forgiven you for your interference with
Our previous efforts. We shall have Our way with you
and We shall thoroughly enjoy Ourselves while doing
so."
Sam could still feel desire for this evil beauty as
she listened to Hathor's words. "You and that
so-called doctor will both become instruments of Our
pleasure and recipients of Our vengeance."
Wiping blood from her mouth, Sam felt a wave of fear
and anger at hearing Janet being threatened, and
cursed herself for the incredibly arousing effect
Hathor's words were having on her.
Hathor smiled and said, "We shall begin..."
 (c) John O'Conner
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