Dark Embrace - Chapter Two
Sam woke with a start wondering if she had heard something. Glancing at her watch she realized it was more than twenty minutes into her watch. The Colonel should have awakened her already. He was always precise and timely.
She grabbed her P-90 and went out to the main room. There was no sign of him or a struggle.
"Colonel?" She questioned the quiet, thinking he might be somewhere else in the lodge, but she received no response. Teal'c and a sleepy Daniel joined her.
"I thought I heard a ring transporter outside my window." Daniel mumbled yawning "Where's Jack?"
"I don't know." Sam was trying to contain her panic.
"If he went outside he is gone." The forlorn voice of Ivanyn whimpered. "The black guards of the Obyri have him now. You can do nothing for him."
"You mean until morning? Don't you?" Daniel asked.
"He maybe lost to you. They always take the ones they deem the strongest, the ones that can threaten them." He went to his front door and replaced the latch." Go to your beds and pray for him. "Shaking his head, he left them, to return to the safety of his own room.
"What is that word Daniel Jackson?"
"Obyri?" I don't know but it sounds familiar, old archaic Slavic tongue. "I just hope it doesn't mean what I think it might."
Jack woke instantly. It was dark, very dark and his entire body was one massive tingling ache. He had been zatted. He remembered that clearly. Trying to move, his limbs were leaden, almost as if he was pinned down, down on something soft. Maybe he was blind, just seemed to be no light or objects to fix on. He couldn't even see his own body.
A gentle hand touched the side of his face and he flinched.
"It's alright sir. Be still." The words were softly spoken and the
tone familiar.
"Carter?" His own voice was a raspy whisper.
"Don't try to talk sir. You've been injured, just lay still. I will take care of you." Her fingers touched the gash on his cheek.
That was all fine and dandy but he had to move, to get up and check himself out for, well himself. This darkness and immobility screamed danger signals to him, trapped, caught, prisoner.
"We're alone." Her soft voice continued thickening into more of a purr, her warm breath against his ear. Her lips were touching the lobe.
Jack's eyes adjusted further to the darkness, now able to make out Sam's profile. Her scent filled his nostrils and he wondered how she always managed to smell so fresh and female.
"Ahh Carter?" He whispered.
"We are alone."
"Ahh, Carter Whatcha doing?" He needed to move to stop her but the sudden sensation of her body against his distracted him from realities.
"Be silent."
"Sam, we can't" Jack gasped as her hand brushed against the front of his pants. Her mouth was on his.
"Major!" He gasped still trying to stop the pleasure he felt as her tongue traced a long languid trail down from his throat.
Her hands seemed to be everywhere at once. He was making love to Carter, his second in command, to Sam. How long had he wanted her and now he had her.
"Now! Jack now!" She demanded.
He felt her mouth on his neck, kissing, licking and then, unable to restrain himself Jack let go. The pleasure was joined by pain, searing, tearing pain at the base of his throat. The initial pain so intense it seemed to press him down, embed him where he lay yet with the pleasure he felt it blended into a carnal baseness. Her mouth was on his throat, sucking and lapping up his strength. The darkness was deepening, haloed with red and purple the indicators of the onset of unconsciousness.
And then it stopped and her lips were pressing against his own. Sam's lips were tinted crimson. Her tongue filled his mouth, and he could taste blood, his own blood, and he greedily drank from her lips. Jack's mind screamed as his body betrayed him aggressively wanting more, more of her love making, the pain, and pleasure.
Spent to exhaustion, she rolled him over onto his back, her tongue laving his throat. Sam lifted herself from him. The face that momentarily hovered over him smiled with blood smeared lips. The eyes glowed.
"No." Jack gasped as mercifully he slipped into unconsciousness.
The rest of SG-1 could not sleep. The morning could not come fast enough. Daniel was a study of concentration. He thought he knew the word OBYRI and the idea of the translation was frightening. Jack had faced many foes but this one could be his undoing and the potential consequences were too horrible to contemplate. In the morning he would be relentless in his questioning of Ivanyn. He had to know, he wanted desperately to be wrong.
Teal'c placed himself into a state of Kelnoreem but it was not satisfying. His symbiote seemed agitated. While it was not the extreme agitation it had felt in the presence of a Reetou, there was the similar feeling of fear and revulsion.
Sam was pacing, there was no mathematical equation that would solve this mystery. The Colonel- Jack was missing and the ship was rudderless. She didn't know where to start but she continued to eye Daniel. He had the answer but he wasn't willing to tell them, didn't want to tell them.
"Damn it Daniel, what is it?" She finally couldn't stand it.
"Sam I don't want to say until I talk to Ivanyn again, please." His voice was apologetic.
Sam slapped her hand against her P-90 and headed for the door. "We have to find him."
Teal'c, instantly awake, moved with the grace of a leopard and imposed himself between her and the door. "When the sun has risen we will search for him. We will be of no help to O'Neill if we let the same fate befall us." Gently he rested his large warm hands on her shoulders.
There was six more hours to daylight and four had already passed. A lot could happen in ten hours.
This time he did not wake instantly but was drug from the dark embrace of unconsciousness by strong Jaffa hands. He tried to conserve what energy he had left letting himself be dragged. At least now there was light, very little, but enough to see that he was in a structure, the architecture was familiar, Goa'uld. His current captors were no doubt Jaffa and he was being taken to their "god." Who was it this time?
They arrived in what no doubt was a throne room. The only illumination was several burning braziers of glowing red coals casting a crimson cast to the room. Reminded him of Sokar's little hideaway, maybe they had the same decorator. Nothing like another ticket to Hell and he knew he had more than one left to visit.
Jack looked around the room to find several villagers of various ages and states of decay chained spread eagle to the walls. The stench of death filled his nostrils and made his stomach spasm, threatening to empty its contents. Thankfully it appeared that most of the victims were dead, but an occasional moan or minute motion proved his morbid hope to be unfounded. There was a niche on the wall waiting for him, but this was not how he planned to die.
Jack slipped in the thin coat of sticky wetness that covered the floor. Barely able to stand upright, the Jaffa forced him to his knees in front of the throne, the material of his pants beginning to dampen with the ooze. He looked up and took in the vision that rose from the seat. Naked and adorned only with a few long black gossamer strips of material which hung down the length of her body arranged to just cover the most private of areas held in place by a girdle of gold and rubies in the rabid open fanged face of a bat. A black cape flowed from her shoulders and behind her like wings of darkness. Her body was any man's fantasy but her face was that of angel, a fallen angel, the embodiment of lust, the personification of evil. The resemblance to Samantha Carter still lingered in the lips and eyes, confusing Jack's raw anger with hidden emotions. The Goa'ulds blond hair hung long and clung to her body like lover's hands.
"We are Camazotz." The Goa'uld timbre voice announced as she stepped in front of him. She ran a thin talon nailed hand through his short gray hair affectionately as if stoking her new pet. "Do you know of us my most dear one?" She didn't wait for an answer but smiled broadly revealing perfect white teeth with two exceptions, the yellowed fangs. "You will come to know us well. You are the bravest we have encountered. You taste of life and deep passion. You were the first to dominate us in lovemaking. Yes, you are worthy." Her hands were running provocatively over his chest.
"Bite me. Oh, that's right you already have." Jack smart assed trying to move out from under her touch.
"You are ours. Forever you will be ours." She stated simply. "We have fed from you and you give us life. We will not tolerate insolence." Camazotz flung up her right hand and activated the ribbon device. The ray of light centered itself in the middle of Jack's forehead. His brain felt like it was on fire. He fought the pain, been there before, let her cook him then she would have nothing.
The pain ended as quickly as it started. Jack could not collapse the Jaffa held him in place. Her hands were on him again.
"Why do you make us give you pain?"
"Well, if we aren't there already I would just like to say, go to hell lady. I know what you are." Jack retorted in cold sarcasm.
"What we are is your mistress, your lover. You can enjoy the pleasure again, and again, more than you have ever know, ecstasy beyond your simple understanding" His body betrayed him. Jack didn't need to be reminded that he had been fooled. Anger won out and he lunged for the bitch only to be thrown backwards by the force of her ribbon device.
The Jaffa gathered him up and brought him back before her. They held him as she leaned down to him. One Jaffa pushed his head to the side and she plunged her fangs into him again. The pain was mixed with a sudden desire to have her, to feel him in her again. Her lips left his neck and the blood continued to flow down his chest. Like knife blades her long nailed fingers slashed at his chest opening long gashes. Jack's breathing was ragged, each breath a chore. She licked the blood from each slash and he wanted her more. He knew tactics to fight mind control, he began to employ any and all with minor success.
"You will either die or more wisely choose to become one of our army."
"Hathor tried that crap with me before. I killed her personally." Jack somehow managed to croak out with smug satisfaction. The Jaffa clubbed him with his staff weapon. Jack could feel ribs breaking, poking into fragile lung tissues. He had to find an opening and he had to find it soon. He couldn't count on anyone finding him; there was going to be no timely rescue.
"So our sister found herself freed from the land we imprisoned her in? We thank you for ridding us of her. Now we will be free to spawn the next generations. Become one with us and live as our faithful servant." She nodded and another blow fractured his left scapula, followed quickly by the silk of her lips and warm breath on his throat.
"What part of no don't you understand?" His response was met with a butt end of a staff weapon into his face. Lightening bolts of pain struck behind his eyes followed in rapid succession by a maelstrom of agony as he heard the bones in his face cracking, shards knifing into nerves.
With glowing eyes the Goa'uld demoness began a new assault. He could feel her mouth and tongue lapping up the blood which flowed from his neck. Resistance had not gotten him anywhere perhaps if he pretended to give in he could use it to his advantage. Jack had little strength left and he needed to save it for one more chance.
"No." He moaned as she continued to feed. Jack shuddered and then forced himself to relax, to give up, give in. "Please...." He whispered.
Her mouth separated from his flesh. One hand cupped his face the other rested against his chest feeling the beating of his heart straining to circulate what blood was left in him. Again her lips came to his and forced him to taste his own blood.
"You will be our First Prime. You will be our mate, together we will claim our place in the universe and feed off those unworthy to look upon us or any who would oppose us. We will bring about a new greater generation of gods." Camazotz stroked the unshattered side of Jack's face with the tenderness of a lover. Then she raised her wrist to her mouth biting the milk white flesh, her own blood flowing freely. She pressed the wound to Jack's lips smearing it and forcing him to taste her blood.
It was now or never. Jack bolted up right forcing her away from him. In one movement he had a Jaffa down and his staff weapon in hand. The other Jaffa was caught off guard. Jack clicked the trigger and the let loose one blast. Whirling with the weapon ready he turned it on his tormentor.
"Kree!" He heard her order as he swung back and unloaded another charge.
She had shielded herself with three small children just as Ra had done so many life times ago. There was no stopping the blasts, they tore through two of the three, nearly cutting each in half, exploding their fragile immature bodies in a ball of fire.
Jack froze. The image of the murdered children forever burned in hismind and branded on his soul.
"You will always be mine, forever." Echoed the Goa'uld voice as she ring transported out of the room with her shield of children. "Always mine forever mine. "