Warning M rating from now on just to be on the safe side: rape, (not graphic), libidinous thoughts (!), and language (Jack has such a potty mouth!)
Daniel had agreed to meet Chandani in the temple. She said that she wanted to make amends for her behavior toward him. Daniel hoped she hurried. He was feeling strange and wanted to go to bed.
Thinking about the priestess brought visions of her beauty to Daniel. . She was waiting for him on midnight blue satin sheets, holding out her arms to him as he approached her. She was wearing a thin wisp of a gown, concealing nothing, hinting at everything. He could smell her clean, fresh scent and feel her silken hair entwined in his fingers.
When he neared the bed, she rose up to meet him. She reached for his t-shirt and tugged it out of his pants. Sliding it over his head, she followed the shirt with her tongue and lapped her way up to his…
He yanked opened his eyes and shifted uncomfortably. He hadn't had a waking dream like that since he was nineteen! Breathing deeply, Daniel tried focusing on anything else. This isn't working! I'm going to have to take a quick trip into the jungle alone and take care of this before I share a tent with Jack tonight!
Rubbing his forehead, Daniel turned to see Chandani enter the temple from her room off to the side.
She was wearing a saffron yellow silk sari with a red border. Her bare feet and hands were painted in a blood red pattern. She no longer smelled fresh and clean, but now seductive layers of exotic scents drew him toward her.
She moved provocatively toward Daniel, reaching out for him. He was unable to leave, his feet rooted to the temple floor. He swayed gently, closing his eyes, allowing her musky scent to permeate his churning blood.
She touched him, raising his heart rate until he could hear nothing but the rush of blood from his brain to his groin. Entangling her fingers in his, she tugged him toward the entrance to her chambers. Thrown slightly off balance, his first step jarred his brain into awareness of the situation.
"No! I won't create a child with you." Daniel's brain seemed to have lost control of his body as she continued to pull him. "God, Chandani, please stop!"
"I do not understand your reluctance. You should be willing to come to my bed. The drug in the candied orange should be working by now."
"Drug? You drugged me?" Someone in Daniel's brain was screaming, "Not again!"
"Yes, so you see, there is no reason to resist. You can either come willingly and enjoy the experience, or I will call my servants to tie you down. Either way, I get what I need."
"No, no, no, no…" Daniel repeated softly as his traitorous body allowed Chandani to drag him to her room.
She pulled him through the doorway and signaled to her waiting male servants. One grabbed his wrists and pulled them over his head, while the other grasped his ankles and jerked Daniel off his feet. Hanging like a prize deer between the two large men, Daniel rolled his head from side to side, chanting, "No, no, no, no…"
Reaching her bed, the men dropped him down and shackled his wrists and ankles. He was stretched so tightly that he was unable to move. One servant then retrieved a knife from the bedside table and slit each of Daniel's pant legs from his ankle to his waist. He ripped his pants off and continued to cut the remainder of his clothes off until Daniel was completely stripped.
Daniel was aware of all that was happening, but was unable to exert any physical resistance. He continued to roll his head back and forth, murmuring, "No, no, no, no…"
When the servants had Daniel secured to Chandani's satisfaction, she dismissed them from the room.
"Daniel, this could be so much better for both of us if you'd cooperate."
By this time, the drug had completed its work and Daniel had no control over the reactions of his body. Chandani shrugged and began removing her clothing. She straddled Daniel and began her job of becoming the mother to the next priestess.
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Daniel awoke the next morning in his own sleeping bag. He was disoriented and sick to his stomach. Hung over? Did I drink last night? I don't remember drinking anything, let alone enough to be hung over. Oh, god, I'm going to be sick.
Daniel managed to get his head out of the tent before he vomited. Jack was awakened by the retching noises a few feet from his head.
"Daniel, you OK?"
"No, Jack, I'm not OK. Just go away. I'll be all right in a few minutes." Daniel continued retching until he thought his toes would come up.
When the spasms passed, Jack pulled Daniel back into the tent to check him out. "You don't seem to have a fever. What happened?"
"I don't know. Last thing I remember was walking toward the temple to meet Chandani, and then waking up with an elephant dancing on my brain and snakes writhing in my stomach." Daniel lay with one arm thrown over his eyes and the other clutching his churning stomach.
"You stay here. I'll get the med kit and some aspirin for your head and something for your stomach." Jack slipped out and headed for the med kit in Sam's tent.
As Daniel's stomach settled a bit, other sensations began returning. He was aware of rawness around his ankles and wrists. He was naked. How'd that happen? He pulled out a fresh set of clothing and dressed quickly in the dimly lit tent, becoming aware of an urgent need to pee. He crawled out of the tent, carefully avoiding last night's dinner, and headed for the jungle where they had set up the latrine. Unzipping, he twitched with discomfort. He looked down and saw dried blood.
It began to come back.
Daniel could recall only impressions, feelings, and emotions. He remembered a physical desire for her stronger than any he'd ever experienced before. He remembered being pushed onto his back and his clothes cut off. Heat. He remembered heat. Coming from her; from him; surrounding him; pulling him down; filling him. Exploding from him.
Oh, dear god, no!
How could he have allowed this to happen? He was in control of his body. What kind of man was he to allow a woman to control him? Hathor had been a goa'uld and he vaguely remembered obeying her willingly. Drugs again. Shyla had addicted him to the sarcophagus and he thought he could help free his team mates from the mines if he gave her what she wanted. Neither time did he want to sleep with those women, but he'd made a choice and done so somewhat willingly.
Chandani was a small woman who had manipulated him into a situation where he lost his sense of masculinity. To be a dignified human was to be in control of his actions and his future, and she had taken that from him. He should have been able to control his reaction to her better. It was his fault that she might now be pregnant with his child.
Oh, god, my child! How he and Sha're had hoped for a child of their own. They had even chosen names. Daniel had looked forward to sharing his knowledge of Earth with their children. Now, when it seemed he might finally become a father, he wouldn't be allowed to be a part his child's life.
He was humiliated by his actions and devastated that his child – his only family – would never know him. He would never hold her, rock her to sleep, or share her future.
The smell of stale sex rising from his body, usually arousing, reawakened the writhing snakes in his stomach. Dropping back to his knees, he began retching uncontrollably. His head pounded, his body trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat. The spasms finally quieted and Daniel dropped flat to the ground. He began rolling around, pounding his head with his fists, as if trying to beat the memory of the night from his brain.
Jack found him, covered in mud murmuring, "No, no, no, no..."
"Teal'c! Come help with Daniel!"
The two men carried him back to the camp and laid him out on his sleeping bag. Jack stripped him, trying to find a source of his pain. Once he had Daniel stripped, he also saw and smelled the dried blood and body fluids.
"Daniel, what did you do last night? Who'd you have sex with? There's only Carter and Chandani."
"Raped, Jack."
"Raped?" Jack's voice rose in disbelief.
"I was raped. Again." Daniel sat up and began pulling on his clothes, deathly calm now. "I have to go wash. I'll be fine." Daniel tried to get up to go clean up.
Jack stopped him, his eyes blazing with anger at what had happened again to his younger friend. "Daniel. You can't clean up until after Doc Fraiser has looked at you. She needs physical evidence of this attack."
Daniel turned panicked eyes back to his friend. "NO! Oh, god, no, Jack! You can't let anyone know about this. Please!" Daniel pleaded with his friend.
"I have to let Fraiser know, Daniel. She's your doctor. She needs to know everything that happened so she can help." Jack left the tent, pulling Teal'c with him to pack up the camp.