WARNING: GRAPHIC NONCON
Jack barely slept; pressure in his gut and an inability to relax his muscles combined with pain and exhaustion to leave him bonelessly on the floor. He barely had the energy to cover his shivering body with the rough blanket and sip carefully on the grass juice.
K'Pan entered alone. Jack stood and silently leaned against the wall, legs spread. K'Pan brushed his hand against Jack's abdomen, pressing gently to see if it was still full. Jack grimaced, concentrating on holding everything in.
Silently, K'Pan inserted a tube in O'Neill. Jack nearly moaned in relief as it started to drain from him. The sound of liquid filling a container echoed loudly in the cold cell. The sound slowed and finally stopped.
"Mmm hmm." K'Pan murmured, pleased. He removed the tube and cleaned Jack up, slowly. Jack suffered his touch stoically, much preferring the slave's methodical cleansing to K'Pan's semi-erotic sponge bath. K'Pan finished, calling in the Jaffa to take Jack to Neith. Jack didn't struggle; tired and broken.
Repeated over and over again, Jack mechanically moved through his day, hopeless. If he tried to starve himself, he would be punished and have to eat anyway. If he didn't cooperate with K'Pan, he was punished and had to do it anyway. He had no choice when it came to Neith, his body responded without him.
His day started with grass juice, then cleaning, thankfully usually by the slave, then seduction, then rest, then repeated rape by the snake in his friend's body, every time forcing one more out of him.
Even if, by some miracle, someone rescued him, Jack didn't know how much of 'him' was left. Besides, he had changed physically as well. His bones were prominent and his hair had grown longer and shaggy. His muscles were still toned from enforced 'exercise', but his figure was still gaunt and lean. He could only imagine what he would look like to rescuers.
Once again in K'Pan's grasp, O'Neill mechanically complied with K'Pan's actions, filling up his daily contribution and being filled up in return. Almost full, O'Neill felt K'Pan tap against the 'harden button' but didn't reach the slightly more recessed 'release button'. K'Pan sighed as if bored. O'Neill's stomach clenched in dread. Any deviation from the norm did not bode well.
"I am not satisfied," K'Pan announced, "Change that."
O'Neill froze, mind spinning furiously. Finally, he started to move. Jack clenched and unclenched his butt cheeks, each time pulling forward before relaxing. He tensed his muscles in turn, right arm, left arm, right leg, left leg, right arm, repeat. He twisted and pulled, twisted and pulled. K'Pan remained silent but grew. Finally, muscles vibrating from exhaustion, O'Neill forced his body to relax completely. K'Pan moaned in pleasure as he sank deep into O'Neill, finally pushing the release button. K'Pan kept the button pushed, releasing slowly inside O'Neill until O'Neill was filled completely.
O'Neill released continually also, filling the line until it glowed white. Still fully placed inside O'Neill, K'Pan ran his hands down O'Neill's body, moaning in satisfaction as he pulled O'Neill's limp body closer, pressing him against his skin as he slid farther inside.
"Tighten." K'Pan panted. Obediently, O'Neill tightened. K'Pan gasped and O'Neill grimaced as he released deep inside him. Enjoying the feeling a few moments longer, K'Pan finally pulled out extremely slowly, panting harshly in O'Neill's ear.
"Very good," he murmured. K'Pan slipped into his robes. Before he released O'Neill, K'Pan ran his hand along his side, pausing at his right hip.
"It is unfortunate there is only one of you, O'Neill." K'Pan said cryptically. His hand lingered a few moments longer before he released O'Neill and called for the Jaffa.