Chapter two
Today he was supposed to be going out to lunch with his ex-wife and his daughter, but instead he was stuck on base with a new emergency…a really big one.
"Is there any word yet from Dr. Lee?" General Landry asked the little sergeant. Two of the Air Force's most decorated heroes had been missing for four hours now, and no one seemed to have any idea how to get them back.
"No, Sir," Walter replied. He felt sorry for the general, but more than that he felt badly that Colonel Carter and General O'Neill were missing. He had known them both for many years, and he'd always admired them…hero-worshipped them even.
"Tell Dr. Lee I want an update in one hour. There has got to be a way to get them back!"
"Yes, Sir!" Walter left his CO slumped behind his desk, with his head in his hands.
At the same time, up in Sam's lab a very concerned Dr. Bill Lee was sitting with his head down as well. He knew there was no way to reverse the accident that had caused Sam and General O'Neill to shift out of phase….not without the device. He prayed that the device had gone wherever Sam and General O'Neill had gone, because it certainly wasn't here!
IKnowing Sam, she's probably working on a solution right now,/I he told himself, and for a few seconds the thought made him feel better. But then the weight of what he knew fell over him like a pall. There was no way he could bring them back. He'd just have to tell General Landry the truth.
Jack lay on his back strapped to the four-poster bed, watching as the tall brunette strutted slowly around the room, removing one article of her clothing at a time, obviously for his entertainment. And he had to admit that her act was provocative, but Jack still wasn't feeling the burn…at least not yet.
The two guards had brought him here. Then they had stripped off his clothes, before fastening him spread-eagled to the bed. He didn't have to guess what was about to happen, and a part of him wanted to protest. But then he thought that if there was a chance his cooperation might help get him what he wanted, he should go along with it, shouldn't he? Of course it did make him feel kind of funny knowing that Sam was here somewhere, and that she might find out. But hey, if he did it to help gain their freedom, what would be the harm in that? Right? She wouldn't be mad at him. Right? After all, it wasn't like they'd promised their undying love to each other or anything. If only!
He had wanted to tell Sam that he loved her so many times in the past ten years, but something had always gotten in his way. At first it had been the non-fraternization regulations. Then a couple of years ago it had been because she got engaged to someone else. Thank God she had come to her senses and had called off the wedding! And more recently, it was because they were assigned almost two thousand miles apart. Yep, one way or the other, life seemed to get in their way. Like right now. Just the other day he had decided to retire, for good this time. And today was the day he had intended to tell her how he felt about her and what he was willing to do about it, but now he had no idea when he'd be able to tell her.
"Man!" Chairwoman Jennings yelled. Jack blinked, forcing himself back to the here and now. The woman stood to his left, staring down at him with an angry look on her face. Jack thought she was pretty, in a very exotic sort of way….more Daniel's type than his.
"That's me!" Jack replied cheekily.
"You seem disinterested. Are you that happy being a lab rat? You know I can send you right back to your cage at any instant, if you prefer it to being here," she suggested, glancing down at his flaccid penis.
"No! I want to be here with you. Just….untie my hands. How do you expect me to make love to you, if my hands are tied?" Jack asked. She was totally naked now, and he had to admit that she had a nice body with her long legs, curvy hips and big tits.
"Who said anything about making love, you silly creature? Men are for procreation and sexual satisfaction. We don't make love to you! Whatever gave you that idea?" she asked with genuine interest. She thought this man seemed foreign when compared to the others she'd had, and she decided that his differences might prove worthwhile to her as an academic. After all, she still needed a subject for her doctoral thesis, and she thought that many would find a dissertation on males and their idiosyncrasies to be quite interesting.
"I'm not from around here, and where I come from men and women….we don't just fuck; we make love." He had been about to say that men and women were equals where he came from, but at the last second he decided not to say something that might upset her. He watched warily as she came closer to the bed. Her breasts were large, their dark areolas conspicuous against her flawless, olive skin. Jack stared at them, imagining what he'd like to do to them, giving himself permission to get turned on.
"Ahh, I thought you might be foreign born! So tell me, where are you from? And are all the males in your line so well-endowed?" she asked as she leaned over to brush a finger along his shaft. He was beginning to harden now, and her touch got the expected reaction. She smiled as his cock twitched against his thigh.
"I'm from…." Where could he say he was from, without arousing suspicion? She'd never believe the truth! He made a quick decision and gave her his answer. "I'm from the backwoods of Minnesota," he said, hoping that was a place she knew little about. "My brothers are all hung like stallions," he boasted.
"Well, that explains it! We haven't civilized that part of the world yet," she stated, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief.
Chairwoman Jennings leaned down once again, but this time she got on her knees and crawled over to him. Then she bent down and sniffed his privates like a bitch in heat. Jack found it disconcerting.
"Hey! I took a shower this morning," he said in his defense.
"You smell glorious!" she declared, as she straddled his upper legs. Then she cupped his balls in her left hand and grasped his fledgling erection in her right. Soon she had worked him into a state of full arousal. Once he was hard, she reached for a condom from the bedside table, opened it and put it on him. Then she scooted forward and impaled herself on him, expelling a low, satisfied growl as his cock slipped behind her cervix.
"Oh, yes! You are truly magnificent!" she cried as she lifted up and then plunged back down on him, squealing with delight as she felt the tip of his cock hit the back of her womb. She rode him slowly at first, pivoting her hips in large circles, while she used one manicured finger to diddle her clit. Her other hand gripped his shoulder, supporting her as she fucked herself on him.
Jack closed his eyes and imagined he was with his beautiful Carter. It wasn't hard to do, since he'd spent a lot of time daydreaming about her in the past ten years. In just a couple of minutes Jennings' movements sped up and became erratic, and Jack could feel her thighs quivering as she clutched his hips between them. Her mouth dropped open, and she began to chant, words that Jack didn't recognize, as she tipped her head back and squeezed her eyes shut.
And then suddenly she climaxed, a keening wail erupting from her throat as though she'd been stabbed clean through. Now that she was satisfied, Jack allowed himself to come.
Afterward, Jack thought he knew exactly how a prostitute must feel.
At the same time, down in the genetics lab, Sam was having trouble performing her first assignment. It was a simple task really, but Sam just couldn't bring herself to do it. She was standing next to a male subject with the suction apparatus in her hand, when Janet opened the door.
"Dr. Carter, don't you have that sample yet?" Dr. Frasier asked, sounding a bit peeved.
"Eh….no, not yet. He's not cooperating," Sam told her, deciding to blame her slowness on the man.
"Hey, I'm cooperating! It's her!" he yelled from the examining table onto which he was strapped. Sam suspected he didn't want to get into trouble. And she didn't want to cause him any trouble, but she simply couldn't bring herself to touch him!
"Samantha, what's the problem?" Janet asked her.
"I just can't, Jan…Dr. Frasier. I've never done this before. It's just so…so….disgusting!" she said finally. Actually it was more than disgusting, she felt it was a humiliating thing to do to the man. Hooking him up to a machine, as though he was a prized bull, just seemed so wrong!
"Okay, I'll let you off the hook this time, but I want you to watch. Maybe after you've seen it done a few times, you won't be so squeamish."
Janet took the suction device from Sam and, none too gently, stuffed the man's flaccid penis into it. Then she fastened the strap that held it into place around his hips. Once the machine was plugged in, she flipped a switch on the side and waited while the machine whirred and hummed. Soon the man was grunting and sweat was pouring off him. Then his head fell back and his eyes rolled up in his head, and for a full minute his body seemed to convulse, as both women watched. When he finally relaxed, he had a big grin on his face.
"That was a good un, doc," he said, smiling and showing his dirty teeth, but Janet just ignored him.
"See! There's nothing to it! He gets what he needs, and so do we," Janet said as she removed the device. The top of the contraption contained a chamber that caught the ejaculate. She unscrewed that portion and handed it to Sam.
"Here. I want you to take this sample to Dr. Kenyon, and she'll show you what to do with it. And don't be afraid to ask questions. We really need to find the docile gene, or all our jobs will be in jeopardy, not to mention our way of life."
"Yes, Ma'am." Sam took the round plastic container and hurried to the lab down the hall, relieved that Janet hadn't gotten angry at her. She hoped to avoid that particular job in the future. But if she couldn't, she would do whatever was necessary to gain the doctor's trust, just long enough to figure out a way for her and Jack to get out of here.
Later that afternoon she finally got a chance to ask about the isolation lab where she and Jack had been found.
"Did you hear about the incident in the isolation lab this morning?" Sam asked Dr. Kenyon. This woman was a lot older than Janet, possibly by twenty years or more. In fact, her age made her seem a little out of place here, since everyone else Sam had seen appeared to be in their twenties or thirties.
"Yes, I did. Was that you?" she asked, looking up from her microscope.
"Yes, it was. I was just arriving on base when the man tried to escape."
"It was very foolish of you to pursue him on your own. Men can be very aggressive, you know. That's why we're doing all of this…to find a way to make them less so."
Sam just nodded, as though she understood and agreed with everything the doctor said. She knew that men, when provoked, could be very aggressive, particularly when they were trying to defend their rights or the rights of others. And she saw nothing wrong with that. But she knew that pointing that out to Dr. Kenyon would only get her into trouble, so she kept her thoughts to herself. At least now she understood what they were trying to do here.
"I was wondering what that machine was that I saw in the isolation lab with him?"
"I have no idea, and I have no time to figure it out just now. I left it there and locked the door. It'll be safe in there for now. Or I should say, we'll be safe from it! I'll try to have a closer look at it one day, when I'm not so busy."
"Do you think I could have a look at it? Maybe I could figure it out. I like to tinker with stuff in my spare time," Sam explained, hoping this sounded like a reasonable request. She couldn't very well tell them she was a doctor of physics and not a medical doctor. If she did that, they'd probably send her packing!
"Of course! I'll tell Frasier to allow you time to look at it tomorrow morning. Just be sure to follow all the safety procedures, and don't remove it from the isolation room," the doctor warned her.
"Oh, I won't. I'll be very careful with it. I promise!" Sam smiled to herself. Now she felt like she was getting somewhere! She had to wonder how Jack was faring.
TBC
