AN: - For Disclaimer see chapter 1.

- This is a f/f relationship, est. in this story. If not your cup of tea, has lots of other pairs available for your entertainment.

- Thanks for the reviews.

- I must warn you that the violence in this episode is T+ or Mature depending on your sensibility.

- Any and all comments are welcomed. I tried really hard, but I am sure there are grammatical errors, please forgive. Feel free to point them out.

Chapter 2

Slowly, and groggily, Sam Carter returned to consciousness. While trying not to give away that she was awake once again, she kicked into Air Force Colonel mode and began to assess her situation. Her head throbbed, and she once again had the nausea she associated with a concussion. When she tried to move her limbs, she found both her arms and legs restrained. She felt the cool metal of handcuffs on her wrists. After a moment her head cleared a little more and she could feel the wood of a chair against her hands. In front of the sliding glass door to their bedroom balcony, they had a small table and two chairs. It was there that they enjoyed many a mornings as they drank their first cups of coffee and slowly woke on their days off. The chair was probably one of those. Testing the restraints, she found there was very little slack, and knew she wouldn't be able to get loose easily.

Okay, how did I end up fuzzy and restrained again, she wondered to herself as she tried to sort out the last thing she remembered before the lights out. Suddenly, she heard Janet's muffled scream, and before she could stop herself, her eyes snapped open.

At that moment it all came back: She was in her own home, and Janet was stretched to her limits and firmly restrained to their bed. At the moment, some stranger was standing over her wife, and was raining punching into her gut. Whipping around, he smile in such a way that she knew without a doubt that he was crazy. "Just as I thought, you are awake, my Samantha. Welcome, honey. Glad you could join us before all the fun really began, aren't you?"

The scene before her was what nightmares were made of. Janet was not only securely restrained to their bed, but was naked as well with her nightgown hanging off her body in shreds. Her eyes were swollen nearly shut, her face was tear-streaked, her lips were split and bleeding, and multiple bruises were already visible on her face, neck, chest, abdomen, and legs.

Rage filled her as she glared at this asshole before it dawned on her that she knew their attacker. It was her brother's friend… what was his name again… Pete… Pete Shanahan. Mark had always had a real problem with her sexual orientation. It was months after she came out to him and his family before he would even speak to her again. Over the years both before and after she came out to him, Mark tried to set her up with one after another of his loser guy friends.

Just a week before their wedding, Janet and Sam had gone out to O'Malley's for something to eat, and to play few games of pool. It had been a hectic time at the base, and she had just come back from another mission that they had been lucky enough to escape with all of their lives, and only a few bruises. So, Janet insisted that they go out and just blow off some steam. The CMO even agreed to ride with her on her Harley to the bar and grill. Of course, the petite doctor agreement probably had more to do to the new pair of leather pants Sam had bought on a recent trip to Denver than her love of riding on what she called "Sam's suicide cycle".

As they were playing pool, one of the waitresses brought her a bottle of Heineken - one of her favorites – but she was driving, and the last thing she would do was risk Janet's life while drinking. When she refused it, a tall, blonde man approached her just as she made her shot. She was lucky the ball she wanted to strike went in or she would have been pissed. Tonight, Janet had been teasing the crap out of her by flirting with her, batting her eyes, and casually stroking her back or leaning close to whisper in her ear as she tried to line up her shots. She was real close to losing this game… not that Janet needed distract her to win. Throughout her college life, her Academy time, and her Air Force career she had seldom lost a game of pool. As a matter of fact, she had made extra spending money hussling money from cocky frat boys and arrogant flyboys over the years. Until she met Janet… Janet who had played it to the hilt that she knew nothing about how to play pool… until the first night they played and Janet took $100 bucks from her.

"Excuse me. Are you Samantha Carter… Mark Carter's little sister?" The man asked as he stepped close enough to invade her person space after she straighten up to face him.

Over his shoulder Sam could see Janet stiffen. Over the years, no matter how mad it made her, or she ordered him to just stop, Mark had tried to set Sam up time and time again. Now just weeks after mailing him and his family an invitation to their wedding he had evidently sent his response: this jackass.

Coolly, she asked, while rolling her eyes on the inside and physically taking a large step backwards, "Who wants to know?" She just stared distastefully at his extended hand, thus refusing to shake. Already she could smell alcohol on his breath, and she didn't want to get any closer than she was forced to do so.

Smiling even larger as he dropped his arm back to his side, he answered. "Pete Shanahan. Your brother and I first met at the Police Academy, and stayed buddies ever since. I recently moved to Denver, and he told me if I got over here to Colorado Springs to look you up. Mark said we have a lot in common."

Oh great! One of Mark's cop buddies. Just what I need, Sam thought. I need get rid of this asshole and quick. Janet looks like she is about to blow a gasket from Mark's latest stunt. Leveling her best glare at him, she told him, "Officer…"

Pete interrupted and arrogantly said with a smirk, "Detective."

Sighing Sam said, "Detective Shanahan, I don't know what my brother told you, but I am engaged to be married in just a few days. So, I am definitely not available." Deciding it wasn't this man's fault that her brother used him, she softened her tone before speaking again. "Look, Pete is it…" When he eagerly nodded, she continued. "Pete, I'm sorry my brother used you to try and cause trouble. If you'll look over your right shoulder, you will see my girlfriend and soon-to-be wife. We have been together for a long time, but Mark doesn't want to accept that." Before turning away and back to their game, she added, "I wish you luck with your new job; hope you like Denver."

As she began to bend over the table, Sam felt her shoulder being grabbed. Arching one eyebrow, she looked disgustedly back over her shoulder. "I recommend you take your hand off my shoulder and walk away, Detective." She stressed his title.

Arrogantly, he asked loudly, "Or what? Mark told me not to be put off if you played hard to get."

The Air Force Colonel let her gaze scan around the room. Nearly all talking had ceased, and both the men and women in the room were focused on her and this situation. "Look around, Detective. More than half the people in this bar work with or for me. They don't take it kindly when someone doesn't 'no' for an answer."

Arrogantly, Pete Shanahan had looked around the room. However, Sam could see when it was finally got through his alcohol-impaired mind that he had better back off, for his smile dimmed and it arrogant demeanor lessened. Slowly, he released his hold, but before walking off he added, "This isn't over, blondie. I like spunk and you have it in spades. See you around."

Although Sam hadn't said anything to her team or General O'Neill, a few days later they all showed up in her lab to ask her if they were okay. At her questioning look, General O'Neill began to explain. Seems Colonel Dixon and his wife Shelly had been at O'Malley's that night for dinner, and had witnessed the whole ugly scene. Shelly had insisted Dave report it to the General. Over the years, Dave Dixon had learned to trust his wife's instincts, and she had also told him that something about that man had given her the creeps.

Furthermore, the General informed her the next day after her encounter with the said detective someone from the FBI had tried to run an in-depth background check on her. When Colonel Davis confronted the agent involved, he had explained to Davis that he had done it as a favor for a old college buddy of his… Pete Shanahan. O'Neill told her that he had already talked to the Chief of Police Brad Johnson in Denver, and stress how "not cool" and unacceptable this had been.

When the Police Chief had called General back after confronting the Detective about this breach in protocol, he told O'Neill that Shanahan had explained that his was just wanted to check out his "girlfriend" and the job she was so secretive about. O'Neill told her that he had set Shanahan's supervisor straight that the "woman in question" was engaged to be married and had been in a relationship with her fiancée - a woman - for years. Needless to say, the Chief Johnson had told the General he would deal with this situation personally.

O'Neill told her that if Shanahan contacted her or Janet again to let him know immediately, and he would take care of it. The General told her that he got the impression that if Shanahan stepped over the line again, he would be out of a job at the very least.

Needless to say, Sam was furious. Later that night she called her brother and confronted him… again. She told him that if he could not be happy for her, then the least he could do was stay the hell out of her life. Since then she had exchanged emails with her niece and nephew, but hadn't spoken to her brother or sister-in-law since. Needless to say Mark's family had not attended her and Janet's wedding.

Now, nearly two years later, here in her and Janet bedroom - their sanctuary against the world - stood that nightmare. In the 45 minutes it had taken her to drive home, this monster had invader their home, and beat the hell out of her wife. She just prayed he hadn't raped her as well. Of course, she also noted that the Detective had a busted lip and the beginnings of a black eye. Looks like Janet landed a few of her own hits as well. As he paced beside the bed, she noted he was really favoring his right leg. If she could just get loose, she would be sure to use that bit of information to her advantage.

When she didn't answer him, Pete stalked across the room, and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he forced her to make eye contact. While maintaining his firm grip on her hair, he aggressively kissed her even though she fought back just as aggressively. When he tried to invade her mouth with his tongue, she relaxed her mouth, and when his tongue plunged in Sam bit as hard as she could.

The next thing she knew she was seeing stars, and her ears were ringing as she tried hard not to vomit. He had punched her first in the gut to get her to loosen her grip, and then slapped her face with a Glock handgun he was now waving threateningly in her face. "Now, honey, that's no way to greet your fiancé." Stalking back to Janet, he turned his anger towards her as he savagely rained punches down on her.

"Stop it, asshole!!!" Sam screamed at him as Janet grunted in pain.

After what seemed like forever, Pete's temper seemed to wane and the blows ceased. With chest heaving from his exertion, he glared back at her. Then like someone flipped a switch, the anger drained from his face, and he smiled brightly at Sam. "Oh course, honey. You cooperate, and I won't have to hurt this whore any more… at least not until I'm supposed to. It's all part of the plan… more or less."

Looking back at the unconscious woman, he began to speak. "You know, Samantha, I have been in love with you since the first time Mark showed me a picture of you all those years ago when we were at the Police Academy together. Over the years when you visited him and his family, I always seemed to be on duty and would miss you. Then you were living on all those different Air Force bases or that Carrier when you flew during the Gulf War. When you were in Washington, I tried to transfer there, but my bosses in San Diego refused to let me go because I was enrolled in a special training program at the time. Finally, when you settled here in Colorado, I had made lead Detective. My old boss got promoted and my new boss wanted to bring his own people in; so, it was like all my wishes were being fulfilled when my application was accepted here in Denver.

"It was then Mark told me about this whore!" He spit out angrily as he trained his weapon at Janet's head.

From the look in this monster's eyes, Sam knew she only had seconds before he fired. "So, Mark gave you his permission to court me?" She spoke for the first time since waking in hopes of turning his attention back to her.

It worked, for he instantly turned his intense gaze towards her. His insane smile also made a return appearance. "That's right, honey. Mark told me he was worried about the fact that you just hadn't met the right guy to settle down with. He's now worried that if you were in a sham marriage to this whore you never would. I assured him that I was the right person for the job and would treat you right… special even. Since I had been accepted to the Denver PD, he agreed with me and gave his permission.

"Once I got to town I followed you for weeks just so I could get to know you and your life better. Even though things didn't go as well I wanted when we first met, I knew I just needed be patient and wait for the right time to try again." His countenance became grim, and he began to pace the room while waving his hands for emphasis as he continued. "And then just when I was ready to make my next move, I am confronted by my boss. He was beyond angry with me. No one has ever yelled at me like he did. He told me that if I try to check you out or contact you in any way, that I would no longer have a job," he spat out. "So I had to stand by and let the worst day of my life to occur. All I could do was watch as that whore claimed you as her own." Once again he turned his rage-filled glare towards Janet.

Sam knew it was time to intervene once again. "You were there?" She tried to sound surprised but encouraging.

"Yes, I was. I was in the loft. You were so beautiful in your wedding dress." As he spoke about her wedding dress, he walked back over to her side. The look on his face changed again and returned to a glowing smile as he stared at her with adoration. Gently, he stroked her face, and it took all of her self-control to not flinch when he stroked her face. "You are so beautiful and so special, Samantha. With each passing day I have fell even more in love with you. I decided I was too hasty when I approached you the first time. I wasn't prepared, and I had nothing to offer you but myself. Since then I have watched and planned for our future. Now that I have everything prepared, it was time to rescue you from this whore."

Pete ran his fingertips from her jaw line down her neck and stopped at her breasts. She was unable to stop the flinch of revolt when he began to grope them. Instantly, he increased his grip until she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out in pain. Finally, his grip lessened and returned to gentle stroking. "I love you so much, Samantha. When we make love, I will be able to show you how much."

Glancing over his shoulder, she saw that Janet had awoken and was tugging sharply against her restraints. However, they held firm. When their eyes met, Sam tried to convey all of her love to her. She could see that the petite doctor tried to smile that her message had been received and sent back her reassurance. Then Janet's eyes widened and she seemed to shift her eyes to somewhere between Sam's legs.

"Honey, you need to stop fighting and pay attention to me, or I will have to go play with that whore, and I won't be so nice to her," Pete demanded as he painfully squeezed her breast again.

Quickly, she returned her gaze to him. Although it galled her to say it, she told him, "I understand, Pete. But if we're going to make love…" it nearly gagged her to say that, "I would prefer our first time to be alone, wouldn't you?"

He smiled sweetly at her while shaking his head negatively. "Sorry, honey, but we have to make sure this whore understands that you are mine and mine alone. Afterwards, we'll gather your things and I'll take you to our new home."

"Our home?" She asked, before she noticed once again Janet was trying to signaling something to her. But for the life of her she couldn't figure it out. After seeing that that Shanahan was focused once again on her breasts as he began to open the buttons to her shirt, she raised her left eyebrow in question. Once again, Janet pointedly glared between her legs or more accurately she seemed to be looking at the seat of the chair she was tied to.

"Yes, honey, our home. I found a three bedroom house in a great suburb in Denver that had a great school system," he said distractedly. He was so close to finally having the woman he loved, and he wanted her to know how he had provided for her and their family.

"School system?" She asked while trying to keep her anger and disgust out of her voice. Once again she looked at Janet and shrugged slightly in question. The petite doctor nodded at the chair, and then pulled against her restraints while giving Sam her best CMO glare.

Pete looked back up and into Sam's eyes as he explained. "We very well can't leave that young child here with this filthy whore. She will just pollute that poor orphan with her evil ways. Besides, I've watched you with her and I know you would never leave her behind. So, I made sure to check out the schools in the area and found just the right one before I went looking for a house for us."

It disgusted Sam to think the crazy idiot thought she would let him anywhere near Cassie. She was so grateful their daughter was at her best friend's home tonight. She didn't want to think about what Pete would have done to her by now.

Obviously, Janet was having some of the same thoughts, for if looks could kill, Pete would have burst into flames just from the look of pure hatred shooting from Janet's eyes. Once again she struggled against her restraints but this time even more aggressively.

"Quieten down, whore! We'll get to you soon enough!" Pete yelled at her.

"Tell me about the house, Pete." Once again Sam tried to distract him from her wife by pretending interest in what he was sharing with her.

Slowly, he turned back to the young woman, and looked at her suspiciously. He knew she was really smart, and was sure she was just trying to distract him. But he had the upper hand with both of them restrained. With that satisfying thrill, he decided to go along with her… for now; let her think she is fooling him.

As he began to describe the house, Sam looked once again at Janet in question. This time Janet was signing something to her. Just recently, Cassie had decided that she wanted to learn sign language after a new girl – Jessica - had started at her school. Her father was an Air Force Major and had been transferred to Cheyenne Mountain Complex but not the SGC. Cassie thought it was unfair that Jessica had to learn to read lips and speak out loud, but none of her classmates had to learn sign language to communicate with her. To support Cassie, Janet and Sam had decided to learn the language as well. Daniel had learned to sign as a child and was very proficient at it. He had been coming over a couple nights a week - when his work would permit it - to teach them. He had also recommended a computer education program, and Cassie was playing it obsessively.

Slowly, Janet signed: "knife" and "key". Sam was left still feeling confused.

Apparently Pete caught the confused look on her face for he asked, "What's don't you understand, Sam?"

Having been caught not paying attention to his ramblings, she scrambled for an answer. "It not that I don't understand per say… I am just worried that Cassie is going to have a problem with the move, especially in the middle of the semester. Plus, she is really going to miss her friends here. I didn't hear you say if there were any kids nearby. It would make the move so much easier if they were some kids her own age in the neighborhood." She paused while trying to think of something else to get him to ramble on about. "Besides, what am I going to tell the Air Force? They aren't going to just let me resign."

Smiling smugly, he told her, "That's not going to be a problem, honey. A friend of my family's is a three star Air Force General and when I told him that we were so much in love and wanted to be together more… he said he would help to get you transferred to a teaching position at the Academy, just like you always wanted."

It was Mark that had always tried to get her to transfer from a frontline squadron that was on active combat duty, and take a teaching position somewhere… Seems he must have told this crazy person what he wished she would do, and Pete had turned it around to be her wish for her career path. God, when not if, they survived this mess she would then have to deal with some General trying to transfer her to an Academy teaching position. Boy, O'Neill will just love this political minefield.

Suddenly, a pain exploded from her right cheek. Looking through her tears at her tormentor, she found him staring at her intently. "Pay attention," he ordered. "I asked you a question."

Biting the inside of her cheek, she fought not to groan from this new ache. Once again, bile rose into her throat and for a moment it didn't appear that she was going to conquer it. Finally, she was able to shove it back down before she take a couple deep breaths to clear her mind. "Sorry. I was just thinking about the new job, and how pleased I am at your thoughtfulness. For as long as I can remember, my goal has been to teach at the Academy, but something or someone has always got in the way. Thanks, Pete," she said as she tried to smile with sincerity… an action that caused her lower lip to begin to bleed.

After staring at her intently, Pete smiled at her sincerity. He had thought this would be a major sticking point but if she was happy about it… Maybe she is coming around after all, he thought. "You're welcome, honey. Now as to your question about kids in the neighborhood…" As he continued to talk, he loosened the catch on her bra, and freed her breasts to his view.

Seeing that he was once again distracted, Sam looked back at Janet once again. At the petite doctor's look of concern, Sam smiled slightly to let her know she's okay. At Sam's raised eyebrow in question, Janet nodded that she was okay. Once again she began to sign: "Playtime" and "Last week".

Suddenly it dawned on the brilliant physicist what her wife was trying to tell her, and she fought to suppress the blush she felt flooding her face.

Having been together for over seven years, she and wife had experiment with different aspects of their sex life. She had found that when she had to make some really hard decisions or when she had to make the less bad choice in a situation, she liked to come home and let Janet take complete control of her and their lovemaking. Rarely, she would come home so frustrated from having to deal with hardheaded superiors that had just stomped on her last nerve by giving really stupid and often conflicting orders that she would want to just dominate Janet in all ways. Or when Janet had been ordered to do something that totally went against her morals as a physician, she liked to come home and be the one calling all the shots. To that end, over the years they had collected a varied "toy chest", which they kept under lock and key from any young, prying eyes.

A couple of weeks ago, she had come home to find Janet in one of those moods. She and Dr. Mackenzie had had a run-in over the care of a mentally unstable patient. Sam had heard through the grapevine that loud voices could be heard coming from the CMO's office. Furthermore, Mackenzie went over both her and O'Neill's heads, and had the young Marine transferred to the Pysch Ward at the Academy Hospital. Later that afternoon, the young man was found dead in him room. After breaking a metal spoke off a chair, he had slit his wrists. Sam had heard that the young Marine in question had only been at the base for a few months, and she couldn't remember if she had met him. She hadn't heard what caused the young soldier's problems, but she knew Janet took her role as patient advocate very seriously, and would be upset about the loss. She knew she would find either the crying and yelling Janet at home, or the need to be dominate Janet when she go home. She had found the latter.

Before the night was over with, she had found herself gagged, blindfolded, and restrained to a chair as Janet teased her unmercifully with an ostrich feather. Whenever they "played", they were both obsessive about the safety of their partner. They both had safe words, and nearby was always a key to the handcuffs and/or a knife for ropes incase they needed to release their partner quickly.

That night Janet had secured a handcuff key and a K-bar to the bottom of the chair that Sam had been secured to. And if she understood what Janet was trying to tell her, then neither had been removed. Furthermore, that this was that chair.

Now she needed to distract him somehow so she could get to them, and stop this monster. From the look on Janet's face, she had an idea. Lord, what was her wife up to now? More than once when they had been off-world and ended up in trouble, Janet always seemed to be the one to think of a way to distract the guards, before the boys pounded them. Janet signed "drink" and raised her right eyebrow.

Finally, she nodded slightly to her wife that she understood. "Pete… Pete…" she said sweetly as she tried to interrupt his rambling about the house, and his molesting of her body with both his hands and eyes. By now, he had her shirt pulled out of her pants and open, bra opened and pushed to the side, and her pants unzipped. He had been rubbing, stroking, and pinching everywhere he could reach. It amazed her that he thought it was turning her on.

Shaking his head as if coming back to the present, he pointedly asked, "Yes, honey?"

"Pete, I'm really dry." She faked a cough and cleared her throat. "Could I get something to drink?"

He looked at her incredulously. He was trying to tell her about their future, while he was indulging in getting to know her better, and she wanted something to drink.

Reading the look on his face, she quickly added, "I had a real hard day at work today, and I was really looking forward to relaxing with a glass of wine. I saw a bottle sitting on the counter in the kitchen. We could share a glass and celebrate… the beginning of our new life together." She tried to looking convincingly as he stared at her intently.

Finally, he seemed to believe her for he nodded his agreement. Caressing her cheek, he leaned forward to kiss her. Sam was just able to force down her feelings of disgust and shivers of revulsion. He smiled at her as broke off the kiss. "You're right, honey. We do need something to celebrate our union and this whore's demise." Stepping away from Sam, he returned to the bed. Using the Glock, he caressed the side of Janet's face. "Once I make her mine, we will have no use for you, whore. I have already found the perfect place for you, so that you will never tempt my family again to follow your evil ways again." Leaning over, he forcefully kissed her around the gag, before punching her in the abdomen once again.

"I'll be right back, honey," he said with a sickening sweet smile, before he left the room.

Turning her focus to her wife, she waited to hear the stairs creak. Once she heard the creek as he stepped on the bottom step, she whispered, "Sweetheart, are you okay?"

After getting her breathing under control as a new wave of pain coursed through her body, Janet turned her eyes back to her concerned wife. Slowly, she nodded as she fought back her tears. Right now she knew she needed her wife to keep her emotions and temper under control, if they were going to survive this.

She still couldn't believe she didn't hear that lumbering ox sneak up behind in the kitchen. Granted her mind was on more enjoyable things like her wife, and all the plans she had for this evening and tomorrow. Cassie and Janice, along with a few friends, were having a sleepover tonight at the Morrison's home, and then tomorrow Cassie was going with the Morrisons to the lake for the weekend. They wouldn't be returning until late Sunday afternoon.

When she had gone to the Control Room to check out Siler's burns, she had seen a very angry Sam… a Sam that was just barely keeping a grip on her temper. The petite doctor knew from listening to Bridget and Sam when they were at their house working on the Science Department budget that there were plans in the SGC budget to replace and/or update all of the computer equipment used in operating the Stargate. Now, with the induced failure, she heard her wife telling Sergeant Harriman that she seriously doubted that those upgrades would be approved now. Furthermore, General O'Neill was breathing down her neck to get the repair done ASAP. So, when Sam called and said she was on her way home, she could hear how tired and stress her lover was.

Before she knew what was happening she felt a presence behind her just a moment before strong arms surrounded her, and a cloth was forced over her mouth and nose. On instinct she began to use all that Sam and Teal'c had taught her about self-defense, but he was too strong and the chloroform was too overwhelming. Soon she felt herself crash against the floor. The last thing she saw was the smiling face of a monster… a Police monster.

When she came to, Janet found herself painfully spread-eagled, and tied securely to her and Sam's bed. That asshole Shanahan was kneeling on the bed over her thighs. In one hand he had a gun and in the other a very wicked-looking knife. When she tried to speak, she realized she was gagged and then in horror she realized it was by her own panties. What had this asshole done to me while I was out?

He must have seen the worry in her eyes, for he said disgustedly, "There isn't enough money in the world to bribe me into sliding my dick into your nasty body, you deviant whore. Of course, that doesn't mean I can't have my fun playing with my new toy, before I collect my new fiancée, and we go to our new home."

Yeah, right… thought Janet to herself. I'm sure Sam will just agree to that, asshole. NOT!!!

He must have read her thought for he began to rain blows down on her abdomen while yelling at her. "Yes, whore! She is going to be my wife, not yours. She was never yours! She has just been deluded and polluted by your evil. I have stood by hoping she would come to her senses but no more! It was time for me to step in and act. And so I have."

It took everything she had not to cry out in pain as the beating drew to an end. Once the pain eased enough for her to be able to think straight, she opened to eyes and was horrified at what she saw. Shanahan had opened his pants and was stroking his cock. When he saw she was awake, he grinned at her evilly. "By anointing you with my life-giving fluids I will break your evil hold over my beloved." He grunted and then ejaculated all over Janet's thighs, groin, and abdomen area.

It took everything she had not vomit in disgust. With the gag in place she knew that she could very easily aspirate if she did. Rapidly, she breathed in and out of her nose, as she fought the bile back as she felt his sperm dripping down onto and over her folds. She had never been so disgusted in her life.

Just as she got herself under control, she heard the front door open and close just moments before she heard Sam call out to her. Baby, run. Get out of here. Baby, stay away. These thoughts ran through her head, and as she drew a deep breath to try and yell around her gag, she felt cold metal being rammed against her temple.

Her attacker leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Make one sound, alert her in any way, and I will kill her instead of marrying her. For if I can't have her, no one can. Your choice, whore."

From the tone of his voice, Janet knew he was completely crazy and completely serious; so, she blew out her breath out quietly instead. She knew that between her and Sam they would figure a way out of this one way or another.

It broke her heart at the look on Sam's face when she got the first look at her. She did lose control, however, and tried to scream when he moved in to strike Sam. Once he checked to be sure Sam was unconscious, he returned to my bedside and began to strike her all over, while screaming over and over again, "I told you to be quiet, whore!!!"

She didn't know how long the beating lasted for one blow struck her temple and she remembered nothing after that for a long time.

When consciousness returned Janet could see that their attacker had been busy. He had secured Sam to one of the chair they had in their room. He had tied her legs to the legs of the chair, and from what she could see in a freestanding mirror in their bedroom, he had secured her wrists with a pair of handcuffs.

While he was busy with Sam, Janet took a good look around the room, but from the point of view as to what they could use as a weapon against this intruder, but there was nothing close enough for her to try to reach. Looking back at Sam, she noticed something glimmering in the mirror. It took her awhile to figure out what it was. It was the handcuff key that she had secured towards the backside of the chair the last time that had played together. If the key was still there then so was the knife as well. Sam was supposed to put them up, but Janet guessed she forgot. Now, she just had to figure out how to tell Sam about them. So, after thinking fast she began to sign to her wife.

Sam was so worried about Janet, but she knew now was not the time to lose her cool. Struggling against the handcuffs, she stretched her arms backwards and maneuvered her wrists until her fingers could just touch the key. Slowly and carefully, she extracted the key, while keeping an ear out for their kidnapper. Quickly, she unlocked her right wrist. Just as she was pulling her hands forwards, she heard the unmistakable creak of that stair. Grabbing the knife, she pulled it free, and then hid it and the key underneath her right thigh, before she moved her arms back around behind her back. She slipped the cuff around her wrist without locking it. She looked back at Janet and mouthed "I love you" and Janet nodded to indicate the same to her.

When Pete re-entered the room, he carefully scanned the room but nothing looked out of place. He had really expected this trained Air Force officer to have at least tried to escape. Then again she was a woman, so what could he expect. Smiling, he held up the open bottle of wine and a glass. He figured since she was restrained at the moment, they could share the one glass. Besides, it would be more romantic that way. After pouring half a glass, he held it up to her lips to give her a sip.

Sighing in the relief of her thirst, Sam smiled one of her thousand watt smiles at him as she said, "Thank you, Pete. That really hit the spot. May I have some more, please?"

When he moved forward again to give her a sip, she swung for all she was worth, and her fist connected squarely with his jaw. He was knocked backward several feet before he crumpled to the floor unconscious.

"Oh my God, Janet!!! Are you okay?" Sam asked as she stared intently at her wife.

Janet nodded that she was okay even if it was a lie. The petite doctor was rapidly losing her control over her rapidly increasing pain and emotions. Tears began to pour down her face as she fought against sobbing. Even though she shouldn't, she hoped Sam's punched killed that son-of-a-bitch… or at the very least broke his jaw.

Sam quickly retrieved the K-Bar from under her right leg and began to hack at the ropes that were restraining her legs. Suddenly, she heard Janet muffled scream. Glancing up, she saw that Pete was not only awake, but had also retrieve his gun from the waistband of his pants. Without thinking, she threw the knife at him while overturning her chair and he fired. The force of the impact against the floor knocked the breath out of her as she slammed her head against the floor. It took a minute for her to recognize the roaring in her ears was actually Janet's muffled screams.

"I'm okay, Janet, I'm okay," she said as she tried to reassure her wife. After shaking her head to try to clear the ringing out, Sam straightened up, and momentarily struggled with the ropes restraining her legs until she was free. Looking across the room she could see Pete lying on his back with his gun lying near his right hand, and her knife was sticking out of his chest. She wanted get to Janet and check her out, but she also knew that she had to make sure they were safe. Once she was on her feet, Sam staggered for a moment as nausea and dizziness nearly overwhelmed her. Once her vision cleared enough she moved to over to him. She could see that his eyes were open, but were not seeing. Just to be sure she bent over and checked his neck for a pulse and found none.

Sighing gratefully, she moved as quick as possible to Janet's side. Opening a drawer of a nearby nightstand, she removed her Swiss Army knife that forgot that morning as she dressed for work. She made quick work of the four ropes restraints, and removed the gagged before gathering Janet tightly in her arms. Tears began to pour from her eyes as she brokenly whispered, "He's never going to bother us again, little one, never again."

At Sam's broken words, Janet lost what little control she had on her emotions and began to sob hysterically as she was swamped by them. Her grasp on her sanity was only maintained by the strong arms that held her, and the strong rhythm of the heartbeat under her ear.

Gathering her wife more securely in her arms, Sam carefully carried her from their bedroom, and down the stairs to their living room. When she passed the table in the hallway where she had dropped cell, Sam grabbed it. After settling them on the couch, she called the only person she trusted to handle this mess.