Ba'al's desires

Ba'al stared out into space and sighed heavily. For all his power, he was reminded that was still alone. What good was it to be amazingly dressed, chisled to perfection, with a good shave to boot, if there was no one who could truly appreciate it?
With a motion he called up the visual reports in front of him. It was a small planet, insignificant in his grand scheme of things, except for one thing: it had a stargate. Though this interested him at the moment, it did not interest him so much as who had just come through.
#
"Sir!"
"What is it, Carter?"
Major Samantha Carter ducked her head, attempting to avoid the weapons fire of the pursuing Jaffa soilders.
"The gates been dialed but we still need to send out IDC."
"So, why haven't you?" Colonel Jack O'Neill sounded annoyed.
Carter raised her wrist. Turning, O'Neill saw that her GDO was no more then a melt pile of plastic and shot circuitry. He tapped his radio. "Daniel?"
"Yeah, Jack?" Can the static reply.
"We need you dial the gate."
"Ok, well, Teal'c's gonna need someone to help him over our six."
"Colonel-"
"Go!"
With a curt nod, Carter skuttled to the rocks where Doc Daniel Jackson and Teal'c were taking cover.
"Daniel," she hissed. "Go!"
"Right!" Jackson ran off to the gate.
"Teal'c, what do we have?"
"Three Jaffa are coming from the north, five more approach up directly."
The two friends held off the incoming Jaffa until they heard O'Neill yellings for them.
Turning they made a break for it. As weapons fire whizzed passed them, she turned to return fire. As she did, she was struck by a staff weapon and hit the ground. Before losing consciousness, she heard the gate deactivate and then activate again. Someone else was coming through and no one else was attacking her.
#
As O'Neill dived through, the iris shuddered closed behind him. He turned briefly to look at the empty space behind him.
"Where's Carter? She was right behind me!"
"She was hit with a staff blast in the stomach."
"Wa... what?" O'Neill was stunned. They were wrong. Hit by a staff weapon, certainly, but in the leg or arm. He took a deep breath. "I'm going back for her."
"I'm sorry. I cannot allow that." General Hammond looked truly sorry.
"Sir, this is Carter we're talking about."
"I undestand that," Hammond sighed, "but I can't risk sending more personale. Request denied."
"Jack," Daniel placed a hand on his friends shoulder, "I know how you feel, but she's already gone."
O'Neill's eyes glazed over. Daniel cast as worried glance at Teal'c and shrugged in helplessness. Teal'c nodded and stepped forward.
"O'Neill," he spoke softly. "I must appologize."
"For what?"
"This!" Teal'c slammed his fist into his friends stomach. Staggaring backwards, O'Neill looked stunned and confused. He shook his head.
"What was that for?"
"Are you injured, O'Neill?"
"I'll be fine."
"Then again, I am sorry."
Realization flashed in O'Neill's eyes for a moment and then they went dark as he slumped over Teal'c's arm, unconscious.
"Thank you, Teal'c," said general Hammond. Teal'c merely nodded. "I want him under constant guard," he said to two officers. Hammond turned to Jackson and Teal'c. "I want you two to figure out a rescue plan by the time the Colonel wakes up. Dismissed."
The remaining members of SG-1 nodded.
#
"Ungghh..." Samantha Carter groaned as she awoke. The first thing she noticed was the lack of pain in her stomach where the staff weapon had hit her. The second was she was not at the SGC.
As her vision cleared and her senses returned she noticed that she was not laying down, but was being pulled by some unknown force against a metal grait.
"oh no..." There was only one mission report ever filed that mentioned something like this.
Her thoughts were interupted by the voice she knew very well.
"Samantha Carter. It's such a pleasure to see you again."
"I wish I could say the same, Ba'al."
Her captor walked forward, moving across the floor with such grace and poise it was if his feet didn't touch the ground.
"Don't worry. You will eventually," said Ba'al as he allowed his fingers to lazely trace the edge of Sam's jaw. "Still, as much as I appreciate the female form , I must get down to business."
Carter flinched. She had read O'Neill's report about what Ba'al did to his prisoners. It was not pretty.
Baal looked at her and tilted his head. "Do not worry. Your torture will not be so bad, though in the end, I will get the results I desire."
"Oh, and how do you know this?"
Baal smirked. "I am... a god. We know everything."
"Really," drawled Carter.
"Of course. Shall we begin?" With a small smile that sent chills down Carters spine, Ba'al openned a small cabinate and took out a small nife with a cerated edge.
Delicately moving the knife over the Carters body, as if he were trying to decide where to let it fall, Ba'al never let his gaze wander from her face. Her face was tight, with fear and something else. Ba'al didn't know what it was, perhaps it was excitement, nervous excitement. Among what excited humans the most, danger was in the top five. He knew, of course, that this was due to the addition adrenaline that flowed through their veins, but it didn't make it any less confusing.
Ba'al arched an eyebrow. "There is always something your body exudes but you never speak of. I wish to understand what that is and where this passion comes from."
Once again, Carter shuddered but didn't reply. Ba'al would not get that pleasure from her. But Ba'al was patient. He would take the time to get what he desired, time had brought him that wisdom.
And so, Sam Carter was killed, hurt, and resurrected over and over until she could remember nothing else.
#
"It's a shame you know, that I must continually cut into a body such as yours." Ba'al lazely trailled his personal blade down her arm, through the cuts in her uniform, breaking the skin ever so slightly. "But until you tell me what I wish to know, it will continue."
A sharp intake of breath was his only response. He smiled malevolantly and kissed her lightly where the blood had started to trickle on her arm.
"You know, you're much stronger then Colonel O'Neill was when I captured him. He would have broken in another session or two, I could see it in his eyes. You, though, I don't think you're going to break anytime soon. And that, my dear, give me no end of pleasere."
"I'm glad you're having so much fun," Sam muttered under her breath.
Ba'al moved until his face was within inches of his captives. It gave him such pleasure to see the understanding that they could do nothing but wait for him to make his move.
"BUt I have no desire to see you broken in such a fashion. There is something I desire from you, Samantha Carter. Something you could not give me if I allowed the Sarcophagus to rot your 'soul.'"
Sam froze, chilled to the bone. That ideal was something only the Tok'ra held.
"So I have a proposition for you, become my consort and I will spare your torture."
"Go to hell." Sam spit on Ba'al's face.
Wiping the spit from his face, Ba'al back off. "And you will beg for me... to stop and take you before this is over."
"Oh, I doubt that very much."
"Do you now?" Ba'al smiled like a predator gazing at a juicy prey. "Let us make a wagger. If you're right, I will let you die one final time. If I am right," he leaned forward, tickling her ears with his goatee, "if, I'm right, you will willing share my bed tonight."
He felt her shiver, whether from fear and disgust, or something else enitrely, he couldn't tell. However, he found it... intoxicating.
In fact, everything about her was intoxicating. The way she smelled when she was scared, the taste of her sweat, the ragged way her hair was kept, the color of her hair, and her female form was perfect. He wanted to get to know her intimately, to claim her for his own, once and for all. But, he wanted the Carter he watched on the battle field, not the shell of something else from a ressurrected sarcophagus. Yes, this would indeed be the last time she was place in that thing. And to ensure that he got what he wanted, he had a special device just waiting.
Smiling, Ba'al turned to Carter. Opening his hand, he showed her the small device he held.
"Have you ever seen one of these before?"
Sam shook her head. Ba'al smiled. "Of course not. Allow me to tell you what it does. Imagine a took ache, nothing to painful, but it never goes away, it just nags at you all day and never goes away. Now, imagine that feeling on your entire body.
"How long do you think you could last before you beg me to stop? Until death? Until you pass out?"
Sam merely glared at him tiredly.
"Oh, this will never kill you, but if you pass out, I will conisider it the same as if you surrendered. After all, what the body tells the truth far more often then the mind, and it never lies."
Leaning forward, Ba'al slid the device onto Sam's temple and sat back to wait. Patience was something he had a lot of.
#
As Sam regained consciousness, she quickly realized that she was no longer in the tattered remains of her uniform. Instead, she was wearing a silky black dress that barely covered her arms and her back not at all. The dress parted on the sides, allowing her legs to slip through easily and the material itself was almost see through. As she rubbed her neck, she noted that there was black, leather collar on it.
"Oh, I assure you, that's much more for your safety then for yours."
Ba'al moved from the shadows of the room into the light.
"I'd hate for my personal guard to injure you, if you tried anything... distasteful."
Sam blushed. As much as she despised the system lords, she had to admit, they had a habit of chosing very attractive hosts. Ba'al was no different. And as he now appeared before her dressed only in a leather loin cloth, she had a chance to truly see his body. He was fit, not with big, bulging muscles but with tight, compact muscles that shaped his body wonderfully, making him appear lean and a few inches taller then his actual height.
He had a light matting of chest hair, tinged with the same grey hairs that were slowly appearing on his head.
As Sam watched him, Ba'al smirked and admired her body as well. She was fit, indeed. Her body was toned and fit and her fair skin reflected the dim light in a most pleasing manner. Her blonde hair was not very long, but still slightly longer then was his taste.
Ba'al pointed to a pitcher on the table some distance away from her. "Drink."
As she moved to comply, he watched as her muscles moved under skin, the way she held herself high, still proud.
Tentively she took a sip of the wine in the cup she had poured herself. It was sweet and slightly thicker then she had expected. Tentively, she looked at Ba'al, unsure of what was to come. She gazed at Ba'al and sighed mentally. Well, she though as she took another sip, she could be selling her body to someone like Bynarr again.
Without out a word, Ba'al moved behind her. Slipping the dress of her shoulders and letting it fall to the ground, the gust of cold wind that followed brought her mind back to the present. With the dress gone, Ba'al gently trailed his fingers down her bare spine, lightly letting his nails scrape her skin, with the confidence and skill of one who had great experience. His feather light touch sent shivers down Carters back. Sam couldn't surpress the moan of pleasure the escaped her lips. Ba'al moved his hands deftly, his fingers and hands moving up her lower back to her neck.
Leaning down, Ba'al layed a trail of kisses down Sam's neck and jawline, while his hands massaged her hips and shoulders. Playfully, Ba'al nipped at her collar bone, leaving a small red mark as if he were branding her as his. His fingers moved with a will of their own, lightly pressuring her stomach, flattening out and sliding slowly, sinously up to her breasts.
Sam tilted her head up, gazing into the eyes of the system lord. She could feel his eagerness to continue as it pressed into her back. Moving her hips, she snuggled closer to him, wedging his hardness between her butt cheeks. Ba'al sniffed the air, intoxicated by her feminine scent. Turning her to face him, he let his eyes wonder over her perfect body.
Grinning slyly, Ba'al lifted her face to his, capturing her mouth with a kiss and pressing her body against his own. He length pressed into her stomach, creating a heat between them that was almost unbearable.
He looked into her eyes and saw there a flame kindled within, on the verge of something more. With only a few more touches, he could turn that spark into a raging fire.
Reaching down, he ran his hands through her blonde bush, gently pulling on several hairs. This ellicited gasps of pleasure from Sam. Ba'al had long ago learned that intimate contact was a game, a game of touches and sensations. To capture someone and hold them in your power required new, exquisit, exotic, arousing sensations to keep them captivated and their mind on nothing but the next, new feeling around the corner.
There would be times in the future, he knew, for her to give and share what she knew, but for now, he would show her, allow her to experience the pleasure of being a women in his arms and bed.
Silently, Ba'al led his "guest" to the bed, where he sat on the black and red sheets and pillows. Motioning for her to come forward, he wrapped his arms around her waist, burrying his face in the valley between her breasts.
She sank into his arms and body willingly, giving herself over to his touches. Moving from the valley, Ba'al turned his concentration to her left breast. His tongue snaking around her nipple, causing it to stiffen. When it was hard, he bit down lightly with his teeth, pulling outwards. While his teeth and tongue worked her left breast, his right hand massaged her right. Quickly, he moved his attention from the left to the right, mimicing his actions.
In one, swift motion, he flipped her body onto the bed, sliding his hands accross her taunt stomach and down between her legs. Samantha gasped, taken completely offgaurd. Moving from her breasts, Ba'al slid his tongue down her stomach, nipping at her pubic hair as he moved through it. Soon, his face was between her legs, his tongue still hard at work.
Sams gasps and moans were more frequent now. As his tongue worked her nether regions, his hands never left her breasts. Sam's hands clamped onto his head, pushing him farther between her legs.
Ba'al paused for a moment, illiciting moans of frustration from the object of his desires. With a smile, he refused to return his attention to his previous work. Easily removing her hands, he moved to straddle her.
With one quick and fluid motion, he entered her. Her response was a loud moan of passion and lust. Grabbing her hips, Ba'al began to move back and forth, in and out, settling into a steady rythm.
Soon, the two were covered in sweat. The presperation made her body slick and his fingers slipped and slid across her smooth skin. Sweat dripped from his chest, splattering on her breasts and stomach as he moved in and out. Leaning down, he bit her collar bone in the same location, to assert his dominance and claim, though Sam didn't seem to notice in throughs of exstacy. With great precision and power, Ba'al returned his attention to his thrusts.
The world around them was forgotten, their two forms pressing against one another, each trying to get closer to the body they moved with, as if they desired to become one entity. Hot and sweaty flesh pressed against hot, sweaty flesh, slipping and sliding as contact was made.
Ba'al flipped his prey around, placing Sam on her knees and began to thrust into her again. It wasn't long before the change in friction recieved its desired results. With a great, peircing cry, Sam came.
Her voice horse, her body sore, she fell to the pillows below her, exhausted. Ba'al smiled as she lay panting and sweaty before him. Removing himself from her, he propped himself on his elbow and watched as she recovered.
Laying beside him, Sam contentedly played with his chest hair, letting her hands become intangled in their mess of sweat and skin. Ba'al smiled and kissed the nape of her neck gently. Lifting her up so she was sitting on his stomach, he began to play with her breasts. Soon, she was moving like a puppet beneath his touch and the entire ride started all over for her.
In the early hours of the morning, Ba'al gazed as the peacefully sleeping women of the Tauri before him. Ba'al inhaled her scent. The combination of sex and sweat was intoxicating. He wondered briefly how it was females never managed to smell bad, even after sweating. She had been passionate indeed, the markings were left all over his back and chest. Smiling to himself, he gingerly touched the markings she had left.
Leaning over, he gently nipped at her collar bone again and stroked her cheek before lifting himself from the bed. As he moved to leave, he paused. He turned, pondering the women sleeping peacefully as a kitten, before him. Then, changing his mind, he moved swiftly and silently to her side. Wrapping his arms around her, he snuggled closer to her, inhaling her scent and making himself comfortable. It would be dawn soon and she would awake to find him gone. But for now, he could find some comfort being close to her, when she was peaceful and not fighting him at every turn. She was indeed a good choice, one which he did not regret in the slightest.
A small smile on his lips, he gave her shoulder one last kiss before drifting in to a light sleep.
#
As Sam awoke the next morning, she immediately noticed Ba'al's absence from the bed, though it's warmth told her he had not left all that long ago. She also noticed she was leashed to his bed, the rope attatched at her collar, her cloths suspisciously missing, though the dress still lay on the floor where it had fallen the night before.
Her throat unusually hoarse, she massaged it.
"Are you thirsty, my lady" a female voice inquired.
Looking up, she saw it was Ba'al's lo'tar.
"Yes, please."
The lo'tar poured a goblet, setting it on the table beside the bed and then left. Picking up the glass, Sam paused as she remembered the night before.
"You tainted the drink from last night."
"Yes," came the soothing reply. "I told you, you would give yourself over to me willingly. And that isn't, since you're wondering."
"Drugged isn't exactly what I call willing." Sam muttered as she took a sip of the drink.
"Semantics."
Sam took a sheet and attempted to cover herself somewhat. "Hardly."
"Please, don't be so modest. You weren't last night," Ba'al finished with a sly grin. Then he frowned. "Still, I wish the drugs had not been neccessary."
He moved behind her with surprising speed and wrapped his arms around her small waist. "In time, I doubt they will be."
"Am I to be your slave?"
Ba'al gently pecked her cheek. "I hope not. I wish you to be my consort."
"You want me for a wife then." Sam shivered slightly. The idea that his Go'auld wanted her was slightly scarey, yet also intoxicating and, well, flattering, if she was being honest. All the women in his domain and he wanted her. NOt, of course, that she was going to admit it to him.
"Torturing me for a week solid isn't any way to show a girl you're interested."
"I wanted to see if you were as strong as I remembered from Da'Kara. You surpassed my wildest imagination. And, last night, you showed me another form of your strength and stamina."
He rubbed his chin, remembering the night before.
Sam laughed, genuinely amused but still reserved. "You're impressed aren't you. This is really what you wanted from me since this began."
Ba'al shrugged in mock helplessness. "Indeed. And now, I must confess, I wish to see what you look like in the dress I have chosen for you."
Ba'al moved away and summon his lo'tar. WHen the lo'tar arrived she was wearing a dress that Sam had seen before. The lady that Jack had brought back with him had been wearing something very similar. The only difference was that this dress had a dimond shaped openning between where her breasts would be. She sighed inwardly. Men, all they ever thought off was sex.
Excusing his lo'tar, Ba'al sat on the beds edge and watched as Sam dress in the leather dress. It fit her form nicely.
She turned to him, surprised.
"It's fits perfectly. And it's snug and comfortable. How did you know-"
Ba'al arched an eyebrow. "How do you think?"
Sam groaned. "Of course. 'You are a god.'"
Smiling appreciatively, Ba'al nodded and extended his hand. Tentively, Sam took it.
The two exited Ba'al's private chambered and walked through the torch lit halls. As they arrived in the palace courtyard, Ba'al sat on the thrown and motioned for her to sit on the steps beside him. Sam did so and rested her head on his leg, as it seemed that it what he desired of her. An appreciative caress of her cheek, told her that she had guess right.
"In time, I hope that I will be able to trust you. What that time comes, you will stand as my equal, with a lo'tar of your own."
Sam stood and turned to face him. "Does that mean you're going to 'snake' me?"
A single finger traced its way from her chin, down her neck and latched itself at the knot in her dress by her breasts and pulled her towards him.
"Then you would not be the same intoxicating women I fell for." He let his eyes lazily wander over her body. "You will find, that there are worse fates then being my consort."
Sam looked at the ground. Ba'al took her chin and raised her face. "Do you really think this end is so bad? You will have no better life then with me."
"I will have luxery, true, but I will not be living. I am your pet, albeit a very well kept, and cared for pet."
Silencing her with a kiss which she grudgingly accepted, Ba'al smiled. "We are all pets of someone else."
Silently, Sam nodded and sat on the steps of Ba'al's throne. Ba'al stared out into the darkness of space. He was no longer alone. Getting his mate to appreciate him and love him of her own accord, well... that was a task and a story for another day. But, he knew and foresaw that it would happen. He wouldn't be much of a god if he couldn't, now would he.