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: Spoiler for "Into The Fire."  Contains
non-consensual sex and torture.
Part 5
Sam Carter was lying naked in a fetal position on the
floor of the chamber she'd been confined to by Hathor,
the evil Goa'uld queen. She was shivering, but not
from any cold, the room was quite temperate. Her body
quivered in a bizarre combination of lust and hatred.
The floor below her was spattered with small droplets
of blood, some several days old. The Air Force officer
was bleeding from several cuts and gashes on her body
caused by Hathor's cruel torments. Many more were
crusted over with scabs.
The pain of her wounds had become never-ending and, as
a result, something she could push to the back of her
mind. There was another pain, a spiritual one, that
was just as painful at this moment as it was when she
was forced to admit it by Hathor.
"Oh God, Janet," Sam moaned. The only respite in her
agony was the memories of her love back home. She
closed her blood-shot eyes and pictured the deep pools
of brown that were Janet Fraiser's eyes, pools she
always could lose herself in.
But that was before Hathor.
Almost as if sensing her thoughts, the alien device,
the Und'fre, sent out a small charge. Sam yelped at
the unexpectedness of the shock.
The Und'fre was a long, slender device created by
Hathor that had been inserted in Sam's vagina, where
it travelled up into her and attached itself. It was
controlled by Hathor's mind and whenever the evil
Goa'uld queen willed it, the device would send
sensations throughout Sam's body. These would often
start out as pleasurable before becoming
excruciatingly painful, to the point where Sam often
would pass out.
In the time since Hathor had placed the device in Sam,
the victimized woman had experienced excruciating
heat, numbing cold, electric shock, paralysis,
uncontrolled spasms, and many other horrible effects.
Her body ached in many places from the contortions the
device put her through.
But beyond the tortuous pain Sam had been forced to
endure was the horrifying knowledge that she wouldn't
refuse Hathor, even if she could. The foul creature
had some control over Sam's body, far worse than the
control she had exhibited over the men of the SGC in
their previous encounter. Sam was aware of her
uncontrollable lusts and despised herself for her
weakness.
And even more horrifying was the threat Hathor had
made against Janet, and later against Cassie, when the
Goa'uld learned of the girl's place in the lives of
the two Earth women.
Sam tried to steel herself for what was to come.
Whenever the Und'fre reacted inside of her, it
signalled the imminent arrival of it's controller,
Hathor.
The door slid open noiselessly as the auburn-haired
beauty strode in. "Ah, Our sweet, are you ready to
please Us?" Hathor asked sweetly.
Sam kept her mouth shut and Hathor walked up and,
grabbing Sam by the chin in a tight grip, she jerked
her prisoner roughly to her feet. "You shall learn to
respond to Our questions. Do you understand?"
Hathor opened her hand and, before Sam could slump to
the floor again, whipped the back of that hand across
Sam's face. The force of the backhanded blow flung Sam
back against the wall. The impact expelled all the air
from her lungs.
Sam lay there desperately trying to suck air back into
her lungs as Hathor stood there with a cruel smile on
her face.
As she gratefully gulped in air to her starved lungs,
Sam felt the device within her begin to stimulate her.
Pleasant waves coursed up from her center, slowly
building in intensity. Within moments, Sam felt
herself grow moist, then wet and a moan escaped from
her.
"We see you enjoy Our gift to you, even as you deny Us
Our rightful due." Cocking her head, Hathor regarded
Sam closely as the pleasure quickly turned to pain. It
felt as if ever square millimeter of her body was
being pierced by red-hot needles, inside and out.
A scream tore out of Sam as the pain reached nearly
unimaginable levels. She curled up on the floor, her
teeth clenched tightly together as pain-induced spasms
racked her slender, brutalized form.
As quickly as it came, the pain subsided. Sam remained
curled into a fetal position, a string of drool
hanging from her cheek.
"We had thought to make you Our new consort. We now
feel that honor should go to another. As consort and
host, you cannot enjoy all the delicious sensations We
wish to have you experience. But fear not, if you
continue to please Us," the next came in a deeper,
more menacing tone, "and obey Us, We might be inclined
to allow you to become a host to a lesser Goa'uld at
some time in the future. Does this prospect please
you?"
Sam shook with anger and loathing as she managed to
whisper hoarsely, "Fuck you!"
"We see that your training isn't complete." Hathor
said with an evil laugh as she sat on the large bed
and pulled her skirt aside. As her fingers grazed her
moist flesh, she merely looked into Sam's eyes across
the room. Sam felt an almost unnatural compulsion and
began to crawl across the floor. Reaching the bed at
Hathor's feet, she bent down and began to lick the
alien's bejewelled toes before moving up the slim
legs.
"We do so enjoy your oral adoration, Our sweet,"
Hathor whispered as Sam's tongue slipped between the
Goa'uld queen's nether lips. "Perhaps We will hold off
on any further punishment for the moment..." Hathor's
words faded as Sam reached her clitoris.
Hathor climaxed against Sam's face, her juices coating
Sam's cheeks and jaw, flooding her mouth. Hathor
pulled her up and licked Sam's face clean in a
strangely cat-like manner.
"Yes, We do taste delicious on you, Our sweet," she
murmured before thrusting her tongue into Sam's mouth.
* * * * * *
Sam awoke to a darkened room. For a brief moment, she
tried to convince herself she was in her private
quarters in the SGC. The pain suffusing her body
belied that hope.
Groaning, Sam got up off the torn, filthy bedding. As
she glanced at the bed, a shudder of revulsion swept
over her as she tried not to remember the foul things
Hathor had done to her.
She staggered across the room to the point farthest
away from the bed and slid down the wall to rest on
the cold floor. Closing her eyes, she whispered,
"Janet...please help me!"
Tears flowed freely down her cheeks, streaking the
dirt and traces of blood there. As the woman quietly
cried, the Und'fre twitched. She almost screamed aloud
at the sensation.
Hathor again strode into the room, white garments were
draped over her arm. Whether these were the ones she
wore before as the remainder of SG-1 scouted the false
SGC or were new, she couldn't tell.
As Hathor tossed them at Sam, she realized she didn't
care. She was being given the opportunity to cover
battered body again. Sam gratefully pulled the pants
up and tied them at her waist. A rough, white shirt
irritated the wounds on her back and multiple streaks
of blood blossomed across the material as Sam donned
the upper garment. She finally pulled a light,
jacket-like garment over herself.
"Come. It is time to watch the Joining! We have
decided to allow you to see your friend become Ours."
Hathor turned and walked out of the room. Sam lurched
after her.
Staring in wonder at the sights beyond the door, Sam
wondered how long she had been imprisoned in that
horror-filled room. She staggered down the hall in
Hathor's wake, the alien's scent engulfing Sam. She
cursed herself as she felt her body becoming aroused
by this.
As they proceeded toward the "SGC" they were joined by
a squad of Jaffa leading Jack O'Neill and Daniel
Jackson. Both men tried to quietly communicate with
Sam but she couldn't fathom their meaning.
Reaching the cryochamber/lab, "Dr. Rawley" stood off
to the side, moving forward when Jack was forcibly
strapped down on the exam table.
Sam watched as Hathor placed the Goa'uld in proximity
to Jack's body. She saw the agony of the passage into
the back of his neck and then she and Daniel were
ushered out of the room.
Hathor walked with the two prisoners and said, "Our
sweet, please continue on with Our beloved. We must
see to other matters and will join you both shortly."
The next few minutes were a whirling blur to Sam.
Colonel Makepeace and SG-3 killed their guards and led
them out of the complex. Stymied at the Stargate by
other Jaffa lead by "General Trofsky" and a Goa'uld
energy shield, they escaped into some tunnels that Sam
was able to recognize as being of Tok'ra design.
Sam was amazed to learn it had been no more than two
weeks wince SG-1 had first been captured. Time had
ceased to have meaning for her after she fell into
Hathor's cruel embrace.
Makepeace managed to talk to General Hammond through
the MALP back at the Gate and plans were made for
reinforcements to come through in six hours. They had
to disable the shield before the time was up. Daniel
was hobbled by a sprained ankle so Sam volunteered to
go back and find the shield generator.
In reality, she also wanted to be back with Hathor.
Her rational mind had no reason for wishing this but
the animalistic part of her brain wanted only to be
with Hathor.
Following the urging of the Und'fre, Sam found herself
back in the lab. "Doctor Rawley" stood over a
cryo-crypt that had been lifted out of the pit. The
crypt opened to release Jack O'Neill.
As she helped Jack out, she explained that the intense
cold destroyed the Goa'uld before it could join with
Jack.
Sam realized she was Tok'ra as Hathor stepped into the
room and fired the ribbon device at the alien doctor,
slamming her body back into the wall.
Hathor spun toward Sam and lifted the hand that had
the ribbon device and said, "We had hopes for you."
Firing the device and blasting Sam back, she
continued, "We will destroy you for this!"
Raising her hand and pointing the ribbon device at
Sam, Hathor smiled evilly.
Jack staggered to his feet, grabbed Hathor and
shouted, "We would just like for you to go away!" He
flung her into the cryo-pit and muttered under his
breath, "Fucking cunt!"
Sam and Jack held each other's shaking body, Jack from
the cold of the cryo-crypt and Sam from the combined
effects of the ribbon blast and Hathor's death.
Finally, they managed to locate the generator behind
the false Stargate in the fake Gateroom and set
charges to destroy it. They exited the complex to find
the remainder of the SG rescue teams prisoners of the
Goa'uld and kneeling on the grass before the Stargate.
As Jack tried to bluff his way to free his friends,
the generator blew as Teal'c and Hammond came
screaming through the Gate in Master Bre'tac's fighter
to destroy the Jaffa gun towers.
Sam fought better than she should have been able to
but the entire sequence of events was a blur to her.
As the humans and their Jaffa allies reunited, Sam
felt relief but also disbelief at their salvation.
What if it was just another cruel trick by Hathor?
When Daniel saw the blood seeping through the back of
Sam's white jacket, he rushed her to the Gate and used
the DHD to open the portal.
* * * * * *
SGC Command Center
Janet anxiously paced the length of the control room
while waiting for word from the general, any of the SG
teams, or even the Tokra.
Finally, Sergeant Harriman yelled excitedly, "Incoming
traveller. It's SG-1!" A cheer went up in the
Gateroom, before he added, "They have casualties!"
"Medical response team to the Gateroom!" Janet ordered
before running downstairs as the event horizon
blossomed out into the room. Once it stabilized, she
saw Daniel help Sam through.
Fear flashed through her as the outwardly calm doctor
saw her love barely able to stand. "Get a stretcher!
Stat!"
As Janet raced up to help Daniel, she saw the cuts and
bruises on Sam's face. "Oh Sam..." Then seeing the
blood on her back, the doctor barely managed to keep
from crying out. "Easy. Lay her on her side!"
Racing with the response team down the corridors to
the Med Center, Janet continued to bark orders to her
people. In the Med Center, she helped lift Sam onto an
exam table and peeled the bloody clothes off the
now-unconscious woman.
Pulling the curtain closed, Janet called, "Hannah, I
need you in here!" She saw the rest of the Med Center
rushing to deal with the other casualties coming in.
She knew that her people could handle almost anything
and would call on her only if it was an emergency.
"Han, help me with the gashes on her back, please,"
Janet asked calmly. Inside she was reeling, 'What
happened to her? It looks like she was flayed alive!'
As they began to stitch the worst gashes and butterfly
the smaller, Sam began to moan. "Hannah, give her some
anesthetic. Just enough to deaden the worst of the
pain. I don't want to chance anything until we know
what happened to her."
Drawing some blood, Janet poked her head through the
curtain, "Steven, take this to the lab. Have them rush
through an analysis. It doesn't have to be thorough
right now. Time for that later."
As she turned back to her charge, Sam cried out and
rolled onto her side away from Hannah. Curling into a
fetal position, Sam started to shiver.
Janet rushed to her and placed her hands on Sam's bare
shoulder and arm. She noticed a needle and suture
hanging from her back where Hannah had been closing a
wound.
Sam screamed, a loud piercing scream! As she tightened
her body and convulsed, Hannah exclaimed, "Doctor!
Look!"
Following her nurse's finger, Janet saw thick, whitish
fluid gush from between Sam's legs. It gave off an
awful, rotting stench. Suddenly,in the midst of the
milkish fluid, Janet saw a long, thin, grey object.
"Hannah, a bio canister! Fast!" Janet poked the object
with a gloved finger, it felt warm and sickeningly
soft. Taking the canister from Hannah, she gently
lifted the limp object from the stinking fluid and
placed it inside.
Sealing the canister, she took several vials, handing
two to Hannah, and they collected samples of the
viscous mess. "How could so much come out of the
major?" Hannah asked.
Janet shook her head and handed the sealed vials to
her aide as she turned back to her patient. "Take
those to the lab please, Hannah. Ask Phyllis to step
in too."
Janet began to minutely examine Sam. She forced her
personal feelings to the side and worked with
professional precision. If she didn't, she knew she'd
end up blubbering in her despair.
* * * * * *
Several hours later, a very tired Janet Fraiser
stepped into the main room of the Med Center, peeling
off her surgical gloves. Daniel, Teal'c, Makepeace,
and Hammond were gathered around the bed where Jack
O'Neill was recuperating.
Stepping up, Janet examined the chart carefully. She
nodded and said, "Colonel, there is no sign of any
Goa'uld presence. The freezing indicated must've
worked. No genetic traces. No DNA marker. Nothing."
With a small grin, she added, "However, I want you to
stay overnight to make sure there are no adverse
effects from your last immersion in the cryo-chamber.
You too, Daniel."
Hammond looked at her, "Doctor Fraiser, what about
Captain Carter?"
Janet took a deep breath and held it for a moment.
Exhaling, she replied, "Captain Carter has been
severely abused physically by...Hathor, I presume. She
has been whipped several times, some of the cuts are
quite deep. There are numerous contusions all over her
body. She has several bruised ribs and one cracked
tooth. All of these should heal cleanly. I've given
her a series of antibiotics to fight any infection
from her wounds; they were never treated by the way.
She is also severely undernourished and dehydrated."
Janet paused. Hammond waited before prompting her,
"Doctor? What else?"
"There was a biological device in her...womb. I don't
know what it's function was but it was apparently a
cybernetic organism. The indications are that it
attached itself to and penetrated the wall of her
womb. There is scarring there, some quite severe.
"The biological component apparently died and it
eventually came out. It was extremely painful for Sam
to...to pass it out through her cervix. I don't know
yet what, if any, the long-term effects will be to
her.
"In addition, there is a foreign substance in her
blood. I'm waiting for final lab results before I make
any conjectures." Janet stopped, unsure what else to
say.
"Thank you, Doctor. You will stay with Captain Carter
through the night, I suppose?" Hammond asked.
"With your permission, sir. She will be under 24-hour
supervision and I'd like to take the first shift,"
Janet replied.
Hammond, knowing fully how exhausted Janet was from
the stress of the last few days, agreed, his
admiration of the young woman increased.
"Let's go people," Hammond herded most of the crowd
out of the Center and nodded to Janet. She smiled back
and headed for the alcove where Sam rested.
Sitting in a chair next to her bed, Janet stroked
Sam's forehead, saying softly, "Sam, I want you to
know I'm here for you. I'll always be here for you my
love."
She sat quietly and stroked Sam's forehead long into
the night.
 (c) John O'Conner
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