Ok guys here it is – Chapter 11. Please understand that this does get very graphic with Sam's torture. I would suggest that if you do not want to read any of her torture, to skip the from the second set of Q's to the third set – you will not miss anything of the rest of the story. If you do read it, I understand the tears and the anger that maybe expressed, as I have shared some since Mr. Muse has written this and left me with this outcome. There are parts in here from different episodes so please be warned and also note that though there may be some scenes brought up after "Hero's", our little friend is still around and poking people.
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Again, there are parts of this chapter, and this story that are not suitable for children. So please make sure you notice the rating. I do not own anything to do with any of these characters or Stargate in general. I just like to use them for imaginary friends.
Chapter 11
Without you is there life?
Reynolds watched Teal'c as he destroyed his hands on the cement posts surrounding the balcony outside Major Carter's hotel room. He should try and stop him but there was no way he was going to come between him and the onslaught of his anger. They had finally convinced him that Mathews could not be harmed. Even though Reynolds himself wanted so badly to destroy him, Daniel and Davis was right. Mathews may be the only hope to finding Major Carter. However, Barrett also agreed with what Daniel had been thinking. He highly doubted that Mathews knew anything of the plan other than to get rid of O'Neill.
The day had turned to night and the men sat in the sitting room, the room silent. Teal'c had finally relented to allowing Davis to check his hands and bandage what he could, although the likelihood of it doing any good was slim. He was in O'Neill's room now getting dressed to go to the hospital. Davis figured when he returned after seeing O'Neill, he would be destroying something else, hopefully this time in the gym with gloves on. Reynolds and Ferretti had just gotten back from searching the cities close to Grooms Lake hoping they would find something out about Carter. Meanwhile Daniel was still sitting at the hospital, praying for a miracle.
Barrett had been on the phone all day trying to get someone to listen to him about the urgency of the situation. Samantha Carter was not just another Air Force member. She was not just someone who studied deep space telemetry. Her life and what she did for a living was not a made up bed time horror story. Major Samantha Carter was very real, very important and with the help of SG1 had saved his butt and everyone else's butt at least once. He was not just going to leave her out there somewhere for some maniac to have their way with her.
Davis had been on the phone with General Hammond, the Joint Chief's and President Hayes on and off all day. They knew about Mathews and the two men that O'Neill and Ferretti had jumped on the tarmac but seemed not to know anything or anyone else.
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The men in Washington had heard everything that had transpired in Nevada – the only difference was that to each of them, Colonel Jack O'Neill was dead. And no matter what Jack and the men in Nevada believed it was hard for some of them to believe that the now Vice President Kinsey was involved.
When Vice President Kinsey asked if they were sure this was not just some made up scheme from SG1 to protect O'Neill from what had transpired in Colorado, General Hammond was quick to ask him what exactly had transpired in Colorado.
"Come, George. You know as well as I do that the president had informed you that Colonel O'Neill was to only stay in Nevada for 24 hours. So if he was here longer than 24 hours and you did not give him permission for that, than Colonel O'Neill was breaking protocol. We also know how Jackson, Carter and that Jaffa like to follow in his lead."
Senator Kinsey looked like a cat that had swallowed a yellow canary. He just knew he had General Hammond, Jack O'Neill and the rest of SG1 right where he wanted them. On their way out the door of the SGC and the people he wanted on their way in the door.
"So let's rethink this. What really happened was that O'Neill took advantage of the fact that he and Carter were going to be away together in another state where no one would see their fraternizing and he pulled Daniel Jackson and that Jaffa in with them so they could be warned if anyone got suspicious. Hell for all we know – Major Carter may not even be missing and O'Neill may not even be dead. They may be in some hotel room together for all we know."
General Hammond looked at Senator Kinsey as if he were some sick lunatic that needed to be put out of his misery. His anger was building. He was already worried about his people. Carter was still missing. His god-daughter, the blonde haired blued eyed little girl that he had watched grow into a fine young upstanding lady in the United States Air Force and now a major – soon to be Lt. Colonel for the front line defense of America. How dare this pig headed jackass make people think less of his friends.
Knowing the truth about Jack did not help matters, either. He knew from the way Reynolds had talked to him earlier when he had called on a secure line that Jack was far from being out of danger. Jack may be insubordinate to some when it came to following rules but Jack was a damn good man and soldier. He would die before he saw any harm come to his Country or his team. And because of this jackass sitting across from him, he just may.
However before General Hammond had a chance to speak up in defense of Colonel O'Neill and Major Carter, President Hayes cleared his throat and suddenly you could hear a pin drop in the room. He looked over at Kinsey and shook his head. He could not believe that he had been friends with this man for as long as he had. He sure could not believe that they had been team mates for over 10 years while he was preparing to get into the White House. Now he worried just what kind of influence Kinsey had on people and whether he wanted that influence involved with his presidency.
"Let's get something straight before this conversation goes any further. First of all, you are correct Bob, George was told by our previous president that O'Neill was to stay in Nevada for only 24 hours to make sure that Major Carter was settled at Area 51 and would not be needing anything else." President Hayes held up his hand when the Vice President started to say something, and President Hayes continued with his statement. "However, I later called George and informed him that Colonel O'Neill had my permission as the new President of the United States to stay in Nevada for as long as Major Carter was here since he was her CO and there had been some scuttlebutt around the water cooler per say that she may be in danger."
"Now I see that I was correct in placing him to watch over Major Carter now that she is missing and the department you used to be over seems to be in the middle of the whole thing. After all wasn't Mathews assigned to you for a little while as your security?"
President Hayes took a deep breath while staring straight at Vice President Kinsey. He could actually see the man sweating from across the room and it looked as if the chair had suddenly become an anthill the way Kinsey was squirming.
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Sam had been left alone after Ba'al had stripped her for what seemed like over a day, just lying in a room with bright lights. The I.V. fluids had been stopped so that Sam could feel her body and she could move all of it now, hence the straps this time which she did not have before. She had also been given a couple of shots and she hated the way they were making her feel. It was as if her body was ready to have sex with someone and she could not stop the feeling no matter how hard she tried. She did not like where this was going. Sam was no fool. She knew what was going to happen the minute Ba'al had stripped her but she had thought when she started feeling her arms and legs again that she would be able to get loose and maybe at least get away from him but she was wrong. The straps had fastened before she had had a chance to move.
She closed her eyes and prayed that somewhere out there, Jack was getting closer to her. She had no doubt that by now the whole SGC knew that she was missing and General Hammond had sent back up. But it was for Jack she longed. She could not help it, she wanted him. She needed him. The feeling growing in between her thighs was wrong and her nipples increasing and growing hard was wrong but if he were here it would be ok. They could make it be ok. She did not want to be doing this for a sick creep. She wanted her man.
Now Ba'al was back and Sam was scared. She had been frightened before, a lot of times to be honest but she did not think she had ever been this scared before. She was laying strapped to a table naked in front of one of the most sadistic men/Goa'ulds Sam had ever known.
Sam watched Ba'al as he put the ribbon device on his hand. She remembered the one Kendra had but this one was made differently. The tips of the fingers seemed to have long fingernails made onto them. Fingernails that would hurt if used on a person's flesh. Sam moved what part of her body she could away from his hand as it started towards the lower part of her abdomen. The delight she saw in his eyes made her tremble even worse.
"You know; it takes a weak man to want to have sex with a woman who doesn't prefer him. Especially when they don't want sex with him so bad that he has to use drugs to make her want sex." Sam said the words attempting to be brave but inside she was crumbling. Could she last through this? Could she keep quiet about the secrets she knew concerning their allies and her Country. She prayed she could but her doubt was beginning to grow.
Ba'al only smiled and moved his hand between her thighs. The pain shot through her body when the nails scraped across the wet folds of her inner thighs. She could not stop the scream of pain that ripped from her throat as he pushed three of his fingers covered with the ribbon device inside of her. She could feel them cutting her but she would not talk. She may have to give in and cry or scream but she was not going to give him the pleasure of telling him what he wanted to know.
She felt him when he slid his fingers out and placed his palm across her opening. Suddenly she felt as if her insides were being burned. Sam knew that he had activated the ribbon device inside of her and the intense pain made her whether in agony. Screaming and crying, Sam called out for Jack. In the mist of her pain, his face formed in her mind and she longed for him. Longed for him more than she had ever longed for anything in her life. She felt the fingers being pushed inside of her again and she felt herself growing light headed from the pain. By the time Ba'al had his hand completely in her, Sam was passed out, the last thing she saw was Jack's face.
However, Ba'al was not going to let her get away that easy. He intended to keep the pain going until she told him what he wanted to know. Even if it meant reducing her down to nothing but a limp ragdoll – he would gain the information he desired. He removed his hand from inside of her and slapped Sam across the face until she woke up. Ba'al's face was the first thing she saw since he was leaning right over her.
"Are you ready to talk to me Major Carter, or do I get to have more fun? The choice is yours. We can end this right now. Of course you can never return to your people but the torture would be over at least. I have no intention of ever turning you lose."
Sam looked at him and did what she knew her CO would have done. She gathered all she could and spit right in his face. Ba'al wiped his face and Sam noticed that the smile seemed to come off along with her spit. So he was not as happy as he was when he first started this. Well that was fine with her. She was not as strong as Jack but she was not ready to give in yet. Oh there was no denying the fact that her body hurt like she had been dropped out of an airplane without a parachute but nope she was not giving in yet.
Ba'al was not ready to give up either. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve and when she saw his face change, Sam knew that the worse was still coming, if at all possible. Ba'al raised the hand that held the ribbon device on it and ran it across Sam's face, the nails making cuts across her checks. She tried to turn her head but his other hand gripped her chin and kept her face looking straight at him. He wanted to see the pain in her eyes, it was as if it spurred him on and the desire to hurt her suddenly grew in him like a hunger.
He took his hand and made a trail from her face to her neck and down to her breast. He caught one of her nipples with the fingers of the ribbon device and twisted it until Sam screamed, begging him to stop. But her screams only fueled him on. Until she was ready to talk, he was going to enjoy this. His other hand let go of her chin and slipped back between her thighs, grabbing onto the center of her nerves. She cried and tried pulling away from him and he laughed.
"Major Carter, just tell me what I need to know and I will let you rest."
Sam stopped screaming. Barely loud enough for him to hear her she told him the first thing that came to mind, knowing that it would only cause her more pain.
"Go to hell you sick bastard! I am not going to give you any information you want. You might as well go ahead and kill me."
"Oh but Major Carter, you do not understand this game. I do not intend on killing you. If you die it will be because you chose to. I intend to keep this up until you give me what I want. There will be no release for you, even by death. After I am finished getting the information I want, you will still be around for me to have fun with. And you WILL tell me what I want to know. There are still parts of your body that I haven't gotten to explore yet."
Sam closed her eyes as frightening images begin to form in her mind. She tried to recall Jack's face but just as it started to become clear, she felt as if her stomach was being cut open. The nails dug deep into her flesh and she wanted so bad to make it stop but she could not. There was no way she was going to betray her Country. There was no way she would ever betray Jack and if she gave in, she felt she would be betraying him. The nails dug deeper, into her stomach, into her sides, scraping across her breast. Leaving trails of blood across her skin and again Sam lost consciousness.
This time Ba'al allowed her to wake on her own. Though she tried desperately not to she could not help but feel the pain once more and the tears begin again, if they had ever stopped. When she awoke she noticed that her position on the metal table had been changed. She was now lying with her bottom prompt up in the air, making her completely accessible. Sam cringed in fright. She prayed that she was wrong. That there was no way he would do this. Not sodomize her. Surely even he was not that sick. But she feared he was when she looked up and saw the gleam in his eyes. Seeing that both hands were now covered with a ribbon device, Sam knew exactly what he had planned and she knew there was no way she would be able to keep the secrets of her planet much longer.
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"Daniel Jackson, you must go get something to eat."
Daniel jumped when the words broke the quietness of the room. He was not surprised that he had not heard the big man enter the hospital room. Teal'c was even more stealthy than Jack was and he never heard Jack when he was coming either. Unless of course Jack was in a sour mood then he seemed to stomp like a spoiled three-year-old. He felt the Jaffa warrior place his hand on Daniel's shoulder and he saw the wrappings around it. He looked down by Teal'c's side to see that the other hand was wrapped just as much and just as tightly.
"Teal'c, man what did you do? Are you ok? You can't just go around demolishing things. Your hands are not going to take much more."
"Indeed, Daniel Jackson, you are correct. Destroying Mathews would have been better for my knuckles but you had requested that I not harm him even though I was prepared to commit Kel Mar Tokeem."
Daniel thought back to the first time he had heard those words. It was when Bra'tac had come to the SGC to get Teal'c because Apophis had taken his son. Teal'c had found out that one of his closest friends had married his wife after she had dissolved their marriage. Upon hearing this news, Bra'tac had made Teal'c swear that he would not commit Kel Mar Tokeem on Fro'tak. Teal'c did not get a chance to take any revenge out on Fro'tak because Jack had to kill him when he tried to turn them all in to Apophis.
"I still do not understand why I was not able to take my anger out on this Mathews for. The likelihood of him knowing anything that may benefit us is most doubtful. And if he had known anything, he would have been willing to tell me all by the time I had finished with him."
Daniel looked at Teal'c. It was probably the longest thing he had ever heard him utter. He knew how Teal'c felt. Taking his anger out on Mathews had actually crossed Daniel's mind also but he knew that would not do Sam any good. If there was any chance that Mathews did know something, he wanted to find it out. Mathews could very well surprise them all and be able to hold out long enough to take a beating and not give anything away. For that reason, Daniel made them wait.
Again, he heard Teal'c tell him he must go eat so he stood and waited for Teal'c to finish talking to O'Neill. Teal'c believed that his brother in arms could hear him for he had told them all that he had heard each of them talk to him when he was going through the Rite of M'al Sharran when Apophis had taken his hold back over on Teal'c. The time that he had spent lying there listening to each of them talk to him was one of the reasons he had made it through hell to live again. When he finished talking to O'Neill, he and Daniel walked out of Jack's room towards the cafeteria, leaving strict instructions and their phone number that they were to be called if anything changed with the Colonel. Daniel meant anything.
He had spoken with General Hammond just a couple of hours ago and let him know there was no change in Jack. The doctor had informed him that if there were a change, it would most likely not be for the best. Upon hearing these words, General Hammond agreed with Daniel and had called Janet and asked her to get on the next flight to Nevada. He wanted the best care for Jack and that meant her. Janet knew Jack. She had operated on him, watched him come back from near death and had fought with him for over 6 years. Right now Jack needed someone that would not just allow him to take the easy road. He needed someone that was going to push him to get up off of that hospital bed.
Daniel just prayed that she got here in time. He knew the longer it took for Jack to come out of the coma, his odds of living were dwindling down to nothing. He also knew in the back of his mind that if they did find Sam and Jack did not make it, then Sam would be lost to them also. He had heard Jack on the way to the hospital. He had heard the words and at first he that that they were just mumblings of a man close to death. But the more he thought about the words, he had a feeling that a lot had transpired between his two teammates before the nightmare had begun.
Three days had passed since he and Teal'c had arrived in Nevada on separate planes and they had watched Jack the first day they were together. The anguish on his face belied his true feelings for Major Samantha Carter. Oh, Daniel knew, had always known, that Jack and Sam carried deep feelings for each other but he also knew that they had always allowed the rules and regulations of the military to keep them apart.
These feelings had become apparent to anyone watching close enough on two separate occasions if not more. When Jack had been lost with Colonel Mayborne and Sam could not find him and again, when Jack had to shoot Sam twice with a zat gun because of the entity that had taken over her body. They had been distraught beyond consolation and their anger and grief showed.
However, he and Teal'c both knew that had changed. They had seen it in the ghostly eyes of their friend when more and more news came that Sam could not be found. Their bond had grown deeper since they had been in Nevada and both men could only assume why. Especially with Jack thinking he was no longer Sam's CO.
So sadly Daniel knew that without the one the other would not make it.
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Sam opened her eyes. Her body was on fire from the cuts and bruises that covered her and inside of her. She could not remember when she passed out but she knew she had been out for a while. The only reason Ba'al would have allowed her to stay out this long was because he had another sick plan up his sleeve. Sam wasn't sure if she could handle much more but knowing that she still knew who she was, where she was and who was doing this to her meant that she had not given any information away. For how much longer she would be able to withstand though, was something she really could not answer.
Upon awakening, Sam realized that her body had again been arranged in a different position, this time with her sitting up a little more. Her head had been laying completely down on the table so that all she saw was what was above her or what her eyes could see when she turned her head. Sitting like this made the pain worse in her lower regions but she flatly refused to give him the pleasure of screaming anymore. She remembered that at some point during her last torture session or teaching session as he had called it, she had reverted back to her training days – name, rank and serial number only and it had infuriated him to the point that the pain became so bad that she lost it and her mind drifted to the two days that she and Jack had spent together in the hotel room.
Sam knew that Jack was still looking for her. It did not matter that he had told her that everyone had given up and gone home. That he had told her that she was now his to do with what he wanted. That she had been forgotten by her teammates, her Country, her family and even her God. That he was now her god. Sam knew that it did not matter if she had been with this lunatic for one day or for the four days he claimed she had been; Jack would never give up. He would find her and take her to his home and take care of all the pain that he had caused her.
She heard the door open and a look of horror crossed her face. No, dear God no! Please they did not, they could not have him! Not Jack. Yet here he was, being dragged into the room by two of Ba'al's servants. He had been beaten to the point where he could not even hold his head up and they were literally dragging him into the room. The tears streamed down her face and she called out for him, begging him to look at her. To see for her own eyes that he was alive. Now the doubt filled her to overwhelming. There was nothing they could do to her to make her talk. But to her Jack. She would not last a minute.