Tears of Aphrodite

By Rocza

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Chapter 8

Doctor Janet Frasier waited anxiously for her star patients. She had been prepared to send a medical team to the gate room when the 'Off-world Activation' had sounded. But the call never came and Janet thanked the powers that be for that small saving grace.

SG-3 had trooped in confirming that the returning team was the group sent to recover Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter. Their casual air reassured Janet even more. She quickly directed her nurses to take care of SG-3 and waited for SG-1.

All too soon Jack and Sam stormed into the infirmary under a black cloud. They took themselves to the last two beds and closed the curtains without saying a word.

Janet raised a questioning eyebrow at Daniel and Teal'c when they entered a moment later. "I take it they are in a bit of a mood?" she asked Daniel as she directed him to a bed.

"Yeah, you could say that," Daniel replied casually.

Janet was about to start Teal'c's exam when Siler buzzed past her directly to the last two beds.

"I got 'em," Siler shouted by way of greeting only to be dragged physically behind Colonel's curtain.

Janet stormed over to the curtain to tell the colonel off when the abused sergeant stepped out unharmed and smiling with Colonel O'Neill's parting words following him out, "Thanks, Siler. You're a life saver."

Janet debated checking out what was going on behind the curtains first but finally decided against it. She would find out eventually. So she quickly worked through the main exam points for Teal'c and Daniel before turning them over to her nurses for the routine tests.

She was steeling herself for her last two patients when Sam apparently lost it.

"God damn, stupid piece of fucking shit. Cut, God damn you!" Sam shouted followed by a metallic thud on concrete. "Fuck. Can't anything go fucking right today!"

Janet hurried over to Sam's bed and paused as she heard the colonel reply, "Try the chain, Carter."

"Sir?" Sam asked.

"Cut the chain, not the rings. Worked for me," Jack responded rather smugly.

"Alright, Sir," Sam replied.

Janet got as far as reaching for Sam's curtain when Daniel suddenly shouted, "Oh will you two cut it out, for Pete's sake. She's a Major. He's a Colonel. Use the rank already."

"Carter?" Jack asked louder than necessary.

"Yes, Sir?" Sam replied, also louder than necessary.

"Was that Daniel, CARTER?" this time Jack stressed her name.

"I think so, SIR."

"Thanks, CARTER."

"No problem, SIR."

Finally, Daniel let out a primal scream of frustration before telling Teal'c, "I'll be in hall."

A minute of quiet passed as Janet tried to figure out just what was going on. She watched Teal'c for some clue, but he only shrugged. Finally, decided to just let it pass as one of the weird things SG-1 did to bond. Or maybe it was just to torment Daniel?

She took one last fortifying breath and moved into Colonel O'Neill's curtained cubicle, only to freeze once she could see him. What the hell was he doing? His back was to her as he leaned on the infirmary bed for support. His pants were open and he seemed to be doing something to his dick.

She smirked, caught with your hand in the cookie jar, huh? She cleared her throat and had the pleasure of watching the man jump.

"Jeez, Doc. Are you trying to kill me?" he stated after he correctly identified her.

"No, Colonel, just trying to give you a warning. You didn't seem to hear me enter." She frowned as she realized that he had wire cutters in his hand. What the hell is he doing with wire cutters near his dick?

Chain...cut...wire cutters...dick? Oh this can't be good. "Care to tell me what's going on, Colonel?" she asked with 'the look.'

"Promise not to laugh, Doctor?" Jack replied in a deadpan imitation of her tone.

She continued to glare before finally relenting, "Alright. Tell me."

"I'm trying to cut the chain off of the piercing on my dick," Jack said with a completely straight face.

Janet continued to look him in the eye for as long as she could, but her gaze was irresistibly pulled down to his crotch. Once she was staring at his crotch, she could feel him smirk and then he pulled out his dick.

She blushed. She couldn't help it. She was a grown woman, a doctor, and she felt like a voyeur.

And then she saw it, the silver ring attached to a small chain that ran from the top of his dick and disappeared somewhere under his shirt. She bit her lip. She chewed her lip but the smile just couldn't be contained. She did stop the laugh, even if it did sound more like a snort before she was able to slap her hand over her mouth.

"Doc, you promised," he whined. That made her snort again. Thank goodness she hadn't been taking a drink. She would have sucked liquid down the wrong pipe for sure.

It took her a minute, but she finally regained control, "Um...yeah...I see. Well, carry on. I'll just go check on Sam."

"Sure, Doc," he replied and turned away from her once more.

Then a wicked little thought intruded into her giddy mind and she turned back to him, "Oh, that reminds me, Cassie's dog needs a new leash." She could hear Sam smothering a giggle in the next cubicle. With an evil smirk she turned and left one speechless colonel for one giggling major.

"Janet, that was so mean," Sam chastised with laughter dancing in his eyes as Janet entered the curtain.

"Yeah, it was," Janet replied with her smirk still in place. "I take it you have a similar problem?"

"Sort of. I was able to cut the chains, so now I just have the rings left," Sam said blandly.

"Rings?" Janet asked. She had only seen one ring on Colonel O'Neill.

In response, Sam pulled up her T-shirt to show her the nipple rings. Janet winced in sympathy. "Are they still tender?" she asked Sam.

Sam shook her head, "No, the priestess used a healing device right after they were put in."

Janet was worried. This was a new tactic for a goa'uld. She started taking notes on her chart, "What else did they do to you?"

Sam sighed, "Stun grenade, this…" she pointed to the piercings, "We were darted with some kind of curare, and then drugged with something that made the world...melt. But, other than the humiliation of ...it all, nothing serious."

Janet jotted each of them down and looked back up at Sam, "You know the drill. Strip and up on the bed."

Sam's smile grew sad and she quickly pulled off her clothes and let Janet do the exam. As soon as Janet indicated she was done, Sam got dressed, not even waiting for the verdict.

"Sam, were you raped?" Janet asked shyly. She had seen that Sam was essentially rubbed raw and tender on and around her genitals and breasts. She didn't find any bruising or tearing on the vaginal walls, but that doesn't rule out gang rape or repetitive rape. It would just mean that the rapist was a bit more careful.

Sam blushed beet red, "No, it was definitely consensual," she cast a shy glace in the direction of the colonel's bed.

Janet raised an eyebrow and took the hint, "Okay, what about the scratches and bite marks?" Sam's back, arms, thighs and breasts were covered in small scratches. Her neck and breasts had several human bite marks. These definitely weren't the signs of the usual sexual encounter. If it was consensual, then it was still rough.

If it was possible, Sam turned even redder, "Ah, yeah, sort of...no, definitely, consensual...ah, foreplay."

"Sam..." Janet started. Janet didn't want to see her friend hurt and left in the cold, because she was protecting her boss out of a sense of loyalty. If she had to, Janet would report it anyway. Without Sam's testimony though, nothing was likely to come out of it. It was hard to cry rape without a victim.

Sam cut her off angrily, "Janet we were drugged and put in a Temple to Aphrodite. Figure it out already."

This time Janet blushed. From what Daniel had been telling her about the myths surrounding Aphrodite, she wasn't known for hate and torture. In fact, Daniel had pointed out that she was the goddess of marriage, though she seemed to have an issue with fidelity. So it was unlikely that any drug she would give her prisoners would turn them angry or likely to cause physical harm to each other. Still, she was a goa'uld.

No, it was much more likely that the drug would be a complex aphrodisiac. And by the way her friend was acting, that was the most likely answer. Sam didn't seem to be hiding anything, but she was mightily embarrassed by the whole affair.

Janet just couldn't believe that Sam would have had willing, consensual sex, over and over again, with her commanding officer. Sam had so effectively suppressed her emotions for her CO that Janet was beginning to doubt that they were still there.

"Sam," Janet sighed. Sam was the second most stubborn person on the planet and the most stubborn one was in the next cubicle. "Fine. Tell me about the drug. What do you remember about its effects?"

Janet watched Sam carefully as she scrunched up her face and carefully considered her answer. "I remember being…giddy. Not a care in the world…and horny. VERY horny…and something was wrong with my eyes…like I had tunnel vision or something…but touch and…well, everything else was…enhanced. You know?" Sam sighed in frustration, "It was like everything I would ever need was right there where I could see and touch it."

Sam paused looking thoughtful, "You know, I remember one of the priestesses making me eat. I didn't want to, but she wouldn't let me get back to him unless I ate first. She was such a small thing, but it never occurred to me that I could just push her out of the way. I just…I don't know, Janet…But it wasn't anything bad. Not really." Janet could hear the pleading in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Sam. I know…" Janet paused as she glanced at the curtain separating the two beds. "I...I'll have to put the sexual contact in my report, but I can say that it wasn't unwanted."

"I know, Janet. Just...go easy, okay?" Sam pleaded.

"I will. Teal'c took a sample of something to the lab after he cleared medical. Was that the drug?" Janet asked.

"I think so. You'll have to ask him. All I know is that he got a sample from the High Priestess at the temple." Sam suddenly looked very uncomfortable, "Are we done? 'Cause I really need a shower."

Janet nodded, "Yes, just hit the nurses on the way out for your shot and the blood sample."

"Thanks, Janet." Sam jumped up and gave her a long hug then she straightened and quickly left the curtained area.

Janet sighed, jotted a few more notes down on the chart before once again entering Colonel O'Neill's area.

She took a deep breath, "Sir, do you have anything to add to the list that Sam gave me?"

"No...wait, yes. I was also zatted," he seemed to consider for a bit then said, "Yup. That's it."

"Alright, strip and on the bed," she ordered. She was quick and efficient and found that like Sam, Jack had a number of scratches and human bite marks, none of them serious, as well as several areas where the skin was rubbed painfully raw. She even felt a pang of sympathy as she carefully examined the painful area on the top of his dick where the chain had obviously dug into his skin. She had no doubt how that area had become inflamed.

When asked, he described the drug as being a cross between Sodium Pentothal and Viagra times 100. Judging by the amount of 'chafing' he had experienced, Janet could believe it. But it would be up to the lab to find out.

Janet eventually let him dress and pushed him off on her nurses for the routine blood tests and antibiotic shot. She sighed and began the long hard task of typing up her medical summary report for General Hammond.

TBC