Disclaimers: Don't own anything but the bad-guys, only written to blow off some steam and maybe show others how extremely screwed up I am.
Authors note:
No flames please... Written while going through a very rough time.
I Only write when I'm feeling extremely horrible, and I only write horrible, disgusting tragedies like these.
Very much out of character.
Warning, very, very disgusting material, very graphic description of a sexual assault in the next chapters. Can't handle it, then don't read.
The SG-C had been in connection with some allies for a while now at a planet called P3X-902. Recently a bad case of the flu has been going around on the planet, but it seems that only the natives can get infected. They needed help with transferring inmates from their temporary prison cells over to a prison colony because the temporary prison was filling up very quickly.
All of the security guards with enough training to move the prisoners were down with the flu, and they needed somebody qualified enough to move the prisoners.
Daniel had gone to Egypt to research something that a friend of his found while digging in some pyramids, and Teal'c had gone to visit his son and wife.
Sam and Jack weren't doing anything special and decided to go for it.
They left earth and met up with the president of the people that live on the planet. They were told that they'd need to go five trips because they couldn't keep all the people together. Each trip would take about 4 hours.
The inmates on the first four trips all seemed like normal criminals. But on the last time, all the prisoners seemed to be pretty primitive and reminded them of a sickness that some people suffered from at a planet they had visited a while ago. It had been Daniel's allergies that brought them the solution to this sickness and everybody was able to go back to normal.
There were a lot of grunts from the people on the plain and Sam wondered if they could speak at all. They all looked very filthy and it looked like they'd been rolling around in the mud for years. They were mostly men, but some women too.
The maximum amount of inmates transferred at a time wasn't high. It was only 6 persons at a time. It was a small shuttle and only had 6 passenger-seats and two seats for people that were in control of the shuttle. The prisoners had one hand in cuffs and the other half of the cuffs were put around a pipe that followed every seat. In front of the controllers' seats was a long, about two meters long and about a meter wide, table.
Sam looks behind her at the prisoners; then she turns to look at Jack and pauses for a moment. She's having a pretty bad day today. It's been a year since she got out of an abusive relationship with her former boyfriend and she sometimes has bad days because of what he did to her while they were together.
She wonders if she should try to talk about it with Jack. He is her superior, and they are on duty, but he's also her best friend and he might be able to help her through whatever she's feeling. She's very torn between talking to him or not. It would be very ethical to wait, and it might be completely unethical to talk now. She decides to go for it because nobody would find out. The prisoners don't seem to be able to talk or even understand words. The only other person there beside her, is him.
"Jack, can I talk to you?" She says hesitantly. "As a friend?"
"Sure, what about?" he replays.
"Well, the thing is, I don't know" she says awkwardly and adds "I'm having a bad day, and you know..." she trails off and stays silent for a moment before picking up where she left off. "It's the one year anniversary of the date I broke up with Martin."
They talk a bit and Jack ends up holding Sam in his arms while she cries on his black T-shirt.
They both get startled by a loud noise behind them. One of the prisoners has yanked the pipe they had closed the cuffs around loose and was now completely free of any restraints. He freed all the other prisoners in one swift pull and now they were all free. In seconds they were all surrounding Sam and Jack.
Jack eyed the AK-47's that lay in the corner of the shuttle, but it was too far for him to reach. The prisoners would see too, that he wouldn't reach them. There were six, but Sam and Jack were only two.
Jack tried to think what to do. The only thing they could do was to try and fight their way out of this situation with their bare hands and shoe-clad feet.
They started fighting, but it wasn't long before they saw that it wasn't going to work. The prisoners had them pinned down within minutes. Two held Sam down and three held Jack still. Both of their faces, Sam's boobs, were squished against the floor.
One of the prisoners made a chain out of the hand-cuffs and chained Jack to a wall. Then the people holding Jack came to assist the others in holding Sam down.
One prisoner took hold of her right ankle, another one on her left thigh, third on her left ankle, the fourth on her right thigh, fifth on held her around her chest and the last one held her arms still so she couldn't defend herself at all.
They lifted her up and took her over to the table in front of the control-chairs.
One prisoner grunted at the others and pointed at Jack's clothes and then to Sam.
They seemed to understand what he meant. They started ripping Jacks clothes off of him and made a rope out of them. Then they tied Sam down to the table with the rope they'd made.
One of the prisoners went to the corner where the AK-47's were kept along with their back-packs. He went through the Sam's back-pack and found her holstered army-knife. She really hoped he wouldn't know how to take the holster off, but it only took him seconds to remove it from the knife. The prisoner next approached Sam with the knife in his hands.
Jack screamed at him to rather take him than her. He'd offer himself if only Sam would get free. The prisoner didn't seem to hear him... or understand him.
He looked over Sam body like he was admiring something he'd never seen before. He then swung the knife and there was a big slit in her t-shirt. It almost came off. He then finished tearing Sam's T-shirt off with his hands.
Sam felt pretty exposed by now and was sure she knew what was going to happen. They weren't going to kill her, not yet at least. They were going to torture her and take advantage of her being a female.
Sam cried and screamed to begin with, pleading with them to stop. Her mind flashed back to the last day of her abusive relationship with Martin. Jack had been the one who had convinced her to leave Martin after the day she received the worst abuse he'd inflicted on her yet.
It wasn't long before Sam realized that it was no use in pleading with them. They might as well be deaf.
To Be Continued...