Major Samantha Carter paced the holding cell like a caged animal. Correction, she was a caged animal. Twelve hours ago, four armed men had snuck into her room and abducted her in the dead of the night. The bastards hadn't even given her a fighting chance; they drugged her with something similar to chloroform.

She woke up in this cell with two men trying to remove her clothes. While, they had ultimately forced her to change into this ridiculous outfit, she took some solace in the fact that she had broken at least one man's nose and the other's arm as they fought to restrain her. In the end, they'd thrown the outfit and threatened to shoot her if she wasn't wearing it by the time they returned.

The outfit looked like something women in a harem would wear in a bad Hollywood flick. It was a pale blue color and very translucent. The top barely covered her breasts, leaving a large portion of cleavage showing, along with her entire midsection. The skin of her breasts was visible through the fabric, but her nipples were hidden behind an opaque golden cloth. The skirt hung loosely from her hips with splits running the entire length of her legs. While the material was a darker blue that hid her body, every time she moved the splits revealed large sections of skin. In truth, she'd owned string bikinis that were less revealing.

"Zabar! The Tau'ri will not accept the abduction of their women without retribution!" Omar's voice rang down the hall.

"You worry for nothing, Omar," Zabar's voice was exasperated. "The three men she travelled with have already left. They value the life of one woman no more than we do."

Sam scoffed at his words. Her CO would never leave her behind and neither would Daniel or Teal'c. They weren't just a team, they were a family.

"Sir!" A voice Sam didn't recognize called. "The Tau'ri group has returned. Their leader is demanding to speak with you."

"You see, Zabar," Omar said, "they will not allow you to auction their woman."

Sam inwardly celebrated and cringed. She'd be out of here soon, but the what Omar implied with 'their woman' made her stomach churn. That's all this society thought women amounted to was playthings for men. She'd be glad off this barbaric planet.

"The auction starts now," Zabar said as he strode into the room containing Sam's cell. "You will be sold to the highest bidder," he unlocked her cell and grabbed her arm.

"You can't do this!" Sam yelled at him. "I belong to no man," she struggled against his painful grip.

With a loud crack, the back of his hand smashed across her cheek, snapping her head back. "Silence!" He spat at her, "You will learn your place."

Pain exploded in her head leaving her too stunned to resist as he jerked her forward. His mouth slammed onto hers, his tongue invading her mouth. Gagging on his foul taste, she fought back. When his hand groped her left breast, she reacted by kneeing him in the groin.

Zabar threw her onto the floor as he doubled over in pain. "You'll pay for that," he bit out. His guards rushed forward grabbing her by the arms, forcing her to stay on the ground, but Sam smiled at him, pleased that she had hurt him.

"Try that again and I'll kill you," she threatened. She had never snapped someone's neck before, but she'd love the chance to try it on him.

"Perhaps I'll buy you at the auction," he told her. His voice was laced with pain, but also sadistic hatred. "You won't be able to fight back if you're tied to my bed."

Before Sam could respond, he turned directing his guards, "bring her!"