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"And full name is Alyx O'Neill, Mr John O'Neill."
Jack just listened and the only thought running through his mind was a mental scream. 'Oh crap.'
This was having disturbing similarities to the whole affair with Kynthia and that marriage cake, which had happened just weeks ago. Waking up married was something that was becoming a bad habit for him.
But at least this time he hadn't gotten married accidentally, without knowledge, because US laws, regulations on weddings and the ceremonies are quite clear and cannot be mistaken for anything else.
And judging from the reactions of the black-haired woman sharing his bed it was just as unexpected to her as well.
At least this time he hadn't ended up married as a consequence of a woman's machinations, but due to his own stupidity.
He was pretty sure this mortified black-haired beauty hadn't drugged him into submission, dragged him into one of those numerous wedding chapels and then taken advantage of him.
Thank god.
One less demon to combat.
He had come to Vegas to forget what had happened during the past few weeks, not to bring it all back.
For a man with complete control over himself to be completely stripped of that control, made to follow orders like a sheep and then taken advantage of, was a nightmare.
For 40 years of his life he had repeated a mantra he was glad about, a mantra not even the guards in that Iraqi prison had been sick enough to change.
Jack O'Neill does not get raped. Jack O'Neill does not get raped. Jack O'Neill does not get raped....
Jack O'Neill got raped.
By a woman.
By a frail, thin woman. Though it was still a horrific experience, it was the lesser of two evils because that way at least it hadn't been a man who had violated him and thus Jack didn't have to deal with those kinds of demons too now, together with danger of AIDS and the physical trauma that would result from a brutal penetration of a person who had not been made for that kind of sex (no matter what the gays claim or practice), while on the other hand it clammored at him. Had he been raped by a man he would've at least been an unwilling and resistant, rebellious participant through it all, his body wouldn't have cooperated and could've prevented it, but this way he had been drugged into submission.
And, worst of all, his own body had betrayed him, had done the exact opposite of what he wanted and collaborated with his rapist against him. Kynthia had used drugs to arouse him, thus making the violation possible, forced his body to betray him with the help of chemicals. He had not wanted to have sex with Kynthia, but his body had turned against him and that was yet another demon haunting him.
It happens sometimes with female rape victims and it adds immesurably to the trauma they sustain from their assault.
Society is not yet advanced enough, or is too much under control of feminists who claim bad things can happen only to women, to handle his situation correctly. A man being raped successfully by a woman is just as traumatic if not even more than a woman being raped by a man (the most traumatic is a man being raped by a man), because in the man's case his own body had betrayed him, first by getting aroused this making the rape even possible (while a woman doesn't need to be aroused in the other scenario), then by achieving completion since the nature had made it so that the man achieves completion every time unless he is impotent. Yet, there are no support groups for male victims of rape while there are thousands of support groups for female victims, besides the fact that a man who is raped is sure to be ridiculed. Most of the time the society doesn't even confirm and acknowledge that the man was even raped, because many if not most women claim that a man can't be raped, that all men are like horny dogs gratefully accepting any and all chances to have sex, even if it forced and unwanted. Their philosophy is: "A man is like a dog, he'll take every chance to have sex, therefore he wasn't raped, because he always wants to have sex and was even given a favor." Thus, while not acknowledging a man was raped, on the other hand they confirm and acknowledge a woman being raped, this making just another double standard. The truth is just the opposite of what feminists claim, in truth women have many more privileges and advantages in society than men.
Just one more demon he had to deal with himself.
Which is why SG-1 was here, in Vegas.
Daniel had been the one to actually suggest this place. Figures.
Perhaps the little weasel was feeling some kind of remorse for having been the one to, not only not advise against, but to actually encourage Jack into eating that cake.
Jack himself had been reluctant to consume that cake, but Daniel had persuaded him into it by going on his tangent and hinting that it would not be smart to refuse the locals' hospitality. Daniel was the anthropological expert on the team, not Jack, and Jack had relied on Daniel's expertise.
And look where it had gotten him...
Not only had it stripped him of every control and ability to defend, command and recognize threats, which normally means death to the team if this happens to it's commander under the conditions he had operated his entire USAF career, but it had also gotten him a new and very deadly form of STD. Within days he had found out what it's like to be really old and to know how it's like to know it's just a matter of days before you die.
Crap... STD's... He'd have to find a subtle way of asking his new wife whether she was clean or not, or better yet, get a blood test done ASAP.
And when Kynthia had said the cake was just for him every alarm he had had been wailing, but it had already been too late. The drug had worked quickly and by then he had already been turned into a sheep.
As much as he loved cake, he would never eat another piece of it for the rest of his life.
And now here he was, on another suggestion of Daniel's which had yet again gone terribly wrong.
No surprise there.
It had after all been a Daniel Plan.
The man might had a high IQ and a doctorate, but like he had no survival instinct he also had absolutely no common sense.
Otherwise he would've seen the lack of wisdom in taking a man who was already on the edge, to a city that lived on gambling, prostitution, drinking, drugs, depravity and decadency and that looked like it had been built and was run by the Snakeheads. Because something this overwhelmingly gaudy and cheap-looking as this city could only have been the work of the Goa'uld.
Actually, running background checks on all the VIPs of this city, trying to find out if they really were sneakeheads, wouldn't be all that stupid.
Considering the evidence to it, Jack was sure they had Goa'uld on Earth and most of them were concentrated in this City of Sin.
Vegas had everything they wanted, everything they needed. It offered sheer and almost disgusting level of gaudiness and unimaginable amounts of money and power.
And, not only were they above they law, they were the law. Just the way they liked it.
Thank god they hadn't been allowed to take Teal'c with them cause T would probably draw the same conclusions Jack had and would've probably gone after every casino and hotel manager in the city, starting with the Luxor. If there were Snakes in Vegas they were most definitely hiding out in Luxor...
Which is why Jack had taken a room in the most 'normal', out of the way hotel he could find. Daniel had, of course, taken the Luxor. Probably just for the enjoyment of criticising the historical and cultural inconsistencies of it's design and decor. The guy really needed to get out more and definitely needed to get laid and Jack would do everything to save Sha're if only to insure that.
And who knew where the hell Carter was, she namely wouldn't tell when they'd gotten together in a restaurant after each had settled in.
When he'd woken up and realized he was holding a woman in his arms he had been overcome with panic. But when he'd opened his eyes and found his face buried in a thick curtain of black hair, instead of blond he had been so relieved by the fact that he hadn't slept with a direct subordinate of his he had nearly cried in joy.
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