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Sam couldn't move her arms. The sensation of being held firmly was the first thing that registered in her mind upon waking. Opening her eyes confirmed her sinking suspicion that she was tied up. What surprised her was the distance from her current location to the ground, which was at least three feet below where she was dangling.
She was able to turn her head enough to see that her bindings were mostly on her upper body, with her ankles only tangled in one loop of rope a piece. She took a deep breath and wracked her foggy brain for a reasonable, logical explanation for her predicament. How did she get like this? The last thing she remembered was seeing a human shaped shadow on the outside of her tent.
Sam remembered launching herself out of the tent after the intruder, paintball gun in hand. She was just in time to see the back of a hooded figure disappear between two thick pine trees. She'd given chase for a few hundred yards, but didn't waste precious ammunition firing randomly, the way Daniel tended to do.
It was the main reason she tagged his ass so easily in last year's wargame. She'd had no trouble tracking the mess he made. Her team won, of course. Cam's team never stood a chance against her people and her plan. Apparently, Cam and Daniel had come up with a new strategy this year and taken her out first. That was smart of them, almost too smart.
There was one thing Sam knew with absolute certainty, she was not going to hang around here waiting for someone to show up and release her. No way in hell would the guys get photos of her trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
First thing'd first, Sam needed to find a way to get the snare's ropes off her arms. The position wasn't painful, or even particularly uncomfortable, her body weight was supported evenly in the suspension. She just didn't have a way to get enough leverage to do anything, like move. Wriggling didn't produce any results, and neither did kicking her legs.
"Well, well, well, what have we here?"
Sam froze. She knew the voice, even without seeing the smug, arrogant face that went with it.
Ba'al.
The former System Lord stepped out of the shadows and into her limited line of sight. "Colonel Carter. How in the world did you get like this?" He circled her, tugging lightly on the ropes. "Are you in pain?" The question was curious more than concerned for her wellbeing.
Sam gritted her teeth and tossed her head, not dignifying the question with an answer.
"Have you been here all night?"
Sam sighed, "I don't know." It was the sad truth, too. There was a gap in her memories of anywhere from a hour to several hours, and that time included how she got tangled in this net hanging from a group of huge trees. Cam's team may have put snares like this one all over the course, for all she knew.
For some reason, Ba'al's sudden appearance wasn't having as much of an effect as it should have given her current helpless state. Sam wasn't afraid of him. What she felt was irritation and annoyance, and the childish desire to kick him as he past her right foot.
From nowhere, Ba'al produced a capped water bottle. "Are you thirsty?"
"I'll live."
He stopped close to Sam's face and held up the bottle for her inspection. It looked like the bottle from her pack, standard SGC issue. She shook her head, stubbornly refusing, even though she was thirsty.
"Dehydration can be deadly, as I'm sure you well know."
Sam scowled at him, "come back day after tomorrow."
Ba'al laughed, deep and rich. "What makes you think I'll still be here then? I'm merely passing through to observe a strange Tau'ri military ritual, and then I'll be on my way. There are Ori who still need killing."
"Are you going to get me down?"
Ba'al looked surprised. "And interfere with the wargame? Perish the thought." He pulled an iPhone out of his pocket and started snapping pictures of her.
"Stop that."
With a shrug, he pocketed the camera and sat down with his back against a nearby tree where Sam had no trouble seeing him. "Feel free to attempt your escape. I'll watch your progress from over here. I'd like to study the way your mind works."
"You are such an asshole."
Ba'al smirked. "Sticks and stones."
Forty minutes, and some very creative cursing, later, Sam had only managed to kick off both her boots and free one ankle. The leg that was hanging down was starting to hurt. It would have been better if she'd left it in the loop.
"A valiant effort, I must say," Ba'al said, and he actually had the gall to applaud her. "Are you ready for the water, now, Samantha?"
He stood and walked slowly over to her the damned water bottle in his hand. He twisted the cap and held the bottle up to her lips. The angle wasn't great, but Sam gulped down quite a bit before she realized it was definitely not water. Water didn't burn like fire going down her throat. She tried to push the bottle away, but Ba'al held her chin and forced another mouthful, leaving her gagging and choking.
"What the hell was that?"
Ba'al regarded her, dark eyes suddenly very serious, "do you remember the Blood Of Sokar?"
Sam's growl clearly said she did, and she spat at him, "you bastard!"
"I was the one who created the Blood for him, one of my most brilliant ideas, actually. In the thousand or so years since that time, I've modified the formula for different... purposes. This particular formulation doesn't loosen the tongue, but it does very interesting things to the human nervous system."
Sam wasn't really listening to him as her stomach cramped painfully. If she could have curled into a fetal position, she would have.
A hand stroked her hair back from her face, and she bit him as hard as she could.
Ba'al jerked his hand away, clutching it and examining the indentions her teeth left in his flesh. Then, he threw back his head and laughed. "I love Tau'ri humans. You really don't know when to admit defeat. You are helpless, completely at my mercy, and yet you still fight."
For some reason, Ba'al took her socks off. His fingers were hot against her skin, and... it tickled. Sam had never had ticklish feet before. She kicked her free foot at him, but he merely caught her ankle and put the errant foot back into the loop where it had been when she woken up.
"The stomach pains should be fading soon, and you may begin to feel a tingling sensation throughout your entire body. It will settle in a few select areas. Do let me know when you feel it." He moved his body between her knees, spreading her legs and making her feel exposed. "As for biting me, I can't really let that sort of thing go unpunished." He brought his hand down hard on her ass, spanking Sam several times in quick succession.
"Stop," she cried out. Her backside burned, and then she realized it wasn't just her butt that burned, her breasts were burning, too. And if she really thought about it, which she was loathe to do, the burning in her bottom radiated downward into her womb and sex. Ba'al hadn't hit her pussy, but it was tingling anyway.
Sam squirmed in her bonds.
"Now, that is the sign I've been looking for." A single finger trailed the seam of her BDU pants, from her lower back to the top of her mound where the zipper of her pants ended.
It was a huge effort to remain calm, and not to thrash like a shark caught in a fishing net, as he touched her so intimately.
There was the sound of a blade being drawn and soon cold metal was pressing into her lower back, at the top edge of her belt. The sound of a very sharp knife rending fabric made Sam's breath hiss through her clenched teeth .
"Hold still. It would be a shame if I cut you while your skin is so sensitive down here."
Sam didn't dare move, and soon the bastard was tugging the two halves of her BDU pants down her legs, leaving her exposed to the slight breeze ruffling the trees in the clearing. Her panties had remained intact, but without the pants, he slipped them off with no resistance.
Ba'al squatted between her bare thighs and examined her pussy and ass. "There is only one way for the overstimulated nerves to get relief. I'm sure you can imagine what that is."
"No chance in hell. Bastard."
"Speaking of hell. This Blood would have been great fun to have in Netu. The Tok'ra tend to pick such pretty little humans as their hosts. Pretty, but boring and inhibited when it comes to fucking. I do love that Tau'ri word. Fucking. It has the right sound for the way sexual intercourse should be... passionate, a bit rough. With just the slightest edge of pain mixed with the pleasure."
Sam glared at him, "if you rape me, I will kill you. I swear to God."
Ba'al's voice held a smile, "which god would you like to swear to? Between SG-1 and myself, we've killed most of them. They can't help you." Ba'al pressed his lips to her left buttock, a light kiss. "Your skin is very soft." He rubbed his stubbled cheek across the other buttock and Sam shuddered. "The truth is I'm going to have you. In every way you can possibly imagine, and I'm not going to do it until the drugs have made you so crazed that you are sobbing and pleading for it."
Sam barked a laugh. "Someone will come along long before then. There are a hundred SGC scientists and military personnel running around this planet. Someone will find us."
Ba'al opened her outer lips and blew air onto the tender, plump flesh, as Sam tried in vain to close her thighs. "Go ahead and scream if you think someone will find you."
Sam took him up on that and yelled for at least five minutes, and all the while, Ba'al teased her pussy in various ways.
Nobody responded to the sound of her distress, and Sam fell silent, defeated.
Ba'al stood and moved around kneel by her head. He lifted her chin, so she was forced to make eye contact with him. "No one can hear you. Would you like to see why?"
"Yes."
Ba'al nodded and stood. He walked out of her line of sight and suddenly the world shimmered and went dark.
When light gradually returned, Sam could see they weren't in the forest at all. The whole clearing had been a holographic illusion. They were actually in the cargo hold of a small Goa' uld ship. Her rope net prison was tied through a ring in the high ceiling.
The cargo bay doors slid open with a grinding creak and Sam could see a planet below them. From the colors of land and water, it was the same one where the wargames were being held.
They were in orbit, and she was on her own.