Sam POV
I have been dressed in elaborate clothing, and now I am being forced to go with the Jaffa. I am terrified, because I know I am going to be implanted with either a Tok'ra - if all went well - or a Goa'uld queen, if it did not. I sincerely hope all went well, for all of our sakes.
Why did I ever agree to this? Yes, I know it was because it was the only right choice! It doesn't make me feel confident or relaxed. The thought of sleeping with Apophis is revolting! I mean, the host is attractive enough, but having sex with a Goa'uld System Lord isn't exactly anywhere near the top of my list of great things to do!
I am taken to a room with no other furniture but a stone platform. Apophis appears from a room behind a curtain, and he shouts something in Goa'uld. A female Jaffa appears from behind another curtain.
The Jaffa walks up to me, and a small head appears from her pouch. I watch, strangely fascinated and horrified at the same time. Apophis gives another order in Goa'uld, and suddenly the Jaffa guards rip off all my clothing, leaving me naked.
I cry out in surprise, and then realize - or vaguely remember from Jolinar - that Goa'uld usually want to evaluate the entire host before accepting them. Understandable, I guess, as I am kind of their clothing. I am still weirded out and feeling totally vulnerable.
The symbiote seems to evaluate me, looking at me. I have no idea if this is a Tok'ra or Goa'uld. I imagine it is trying to avoid being seen by Apophis, and if that is the case, it is probably the Tok'ra spy, which Apophis would no doubt see is not the one he picked - especially since it is not a queen.
"Is she satisfactorily?" Apophis asks.
No endearments, so maybe he doesn't know her well and has just chosen her because she accepted? How easy is it to even find another queen? A breeding queen? They are rare, aren't they?
I have no idea why I can be so cold about this, and think about things like this, when I am about to be forcefully made a host and then raped by Apophis.
The symbiote makes some squeals which I somehow feel sounds satisfied. Apophis smiles happily and I am lifted up and placed on the stone platform. It is cold.
The Jaffa with the symbiote goes up to me, and the symbiote starts crawling out of the pouch. I open my mouth, pretending in fear - hoping it is indeed the Tok'ra and it takes this as an invitation. I really don't want a scar on my neck.
Suddenly there is a blur of movement, and the symbiote has jumped into my mouth and is sliding down my throat. For a brief time I feel like I am suffocating as the long body of the symbiote is gliding into me, and then there is intense pain - and then darkness.
Jilinet POV
I have just finished implanting in my new host, when Apophis steps closer. I know he will wonder why I entered through the mouth - if he even saw it. I hope he did not, as the Jaffa blocked most of his view.
I wish I had time to blend with my host, talk to her, thank her, reassure her that all will be well - that we will handle all this together. That will have to wait, though. I allow her to remain blissfully unconscious - that will also mean she does not have to panic at not having control, as I cannot give it to her until we are alone.
I sit up and stretch my limbs, getting used to the new body. I look to Apophis, and give him a smile. "Thank you for this body, my Lord."
"You are satisfied with it, Trinella?"
"I am, yes. It will do just fine."
"Good. Now go to your rooms, rest, spend time getting used to your new body. Then you can join me for dinner tonight."
"Of course, my Lord Apophis."
I bow my head and get up, gracefully. A Jaffa give me a robe. The one who's pouch I spent time in has been lead off to be given a new primta and probably some other gift for her services. I am so happy I did not have to spend more time in a pouch - growing up in a lake was far preferrably!