Sam sat in the bright courtyard, her hands and ankles bound by a thick rope. Three heavily armed Jaffa stood at attention around her. She was waiting to be transferred to the system lords ship out in orbit, but due to a minor legal issue that had arose after her purchase, the said system lord was now in a heated dispute with the local slave authorities.

While Sam sat baking in the mid afternoon sun she used the free time to look back over the past few months, but most of all, how she had landed in her present situation.

Flashback

It was supposed to be a routine mission. A meet and greet with the locals of the planet Kekoa, but nothing was ever routine when it came to sg1.

Everything was going smooth at first. The planet was a partially advance civilization in some areas while still being decadent and backwards in others. The local officials were very hospitable. They were willing to share certain useful technologies and even enter into a trade agreement, but then the Overlords appeared and things quickly turned icy.

Sam wasn't sure exactly what happened next because things happened so fast. She was quickly rushed from the room by female slaves. On the way to her temporary quarters she was informed of the darker side of Kekoa. It was a patriarchal state, and women on the planet had only two functions. One was a common house slave, the other was as breeders.

Sam remembered sitting in her spacious state room, staring at the Kekoan sky through the small window, when the door opened and three men entered carrying ropes. She remembered being held down and something sharp pricked her arm, and then she floated away into oblivious darkness.

When she awoke she was lying on a raised platform. A man was speaking very fast in a language she didn't understand as many male faces peered over the platform to look at the blonde beauty.

It didn't take Sam long to realize that she was being sold in a slave market. Panic seized her and the instinct to fight and escape overtook her. She tried to sit up and run, but whatever the men had injected into her body seemed to have temporarily paralyzed her. The harder she tried to make herself move, the sicker she began to feel, until she finally gave up and stared at the ceiling as the speaking man droned on.

Eventually, the bidding stopped, and she was moved from the platform and taken to the bathing chamber. The slaves their striped and washed her. When her skin was rubbed red she was given a slave tunic, but no shoes. Then she was forced to wait in the cramped quarters until her new 'master' was ready to leave.

His name was Asim. He expected her to address him as such. He was a moisture farmer from the desert, and he needed a slave to keep his house in order. That was three months ago, before Kekoa's economy bottomed out. Asim needed to sell her to pay off his debt and keep his farm.

Thus, Sam had once again found herself sitting on the raised dial as eager men tried desperately to out bid each other for the most prized slave in the market.

Present

Sam looked up as the debate between the slave authorities and system lord escalated to an all out brawl. Several broken bones and quite a few deflated egos later Sam was hauled to her feet and marched to the rings.

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She stood as close to the man as she dared. Occasionally she would chance a glance in his direction, but he never once looked at her, at least not until they were safely alone in his throne room aboard the ship.

It was then that Sam realized how much danger she was really in, much more than she had initially thought.

Her life hung by a thread, and it was the system lord who held the string.