Right Where You Belong, Part Two, Stargate SG-1, NC-17

[phantisma]

Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Title: Right Where You Belong, Part Two
Characters/Pairings: Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter/Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, Ba'al/Daniel Jackson, Daniel Jackson/OMCs (implied), Daniel Jackson/Sha're (implied), Janet Frasier, Charles Kawalski
Word Count: 21726 (total fic)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In an alternate universe, Jack & Sam live together in the city-state of Abydos, where slavery is legal and regulated, and the city is run on a rigid set of laws and military control. Daniel Jackson is a history teacher in an independent town north and east of Abydos, until one day he returns from a trip to find his town destroyed, his wife dead.

The nightmare is just beginning for Daniel, a nightmare that spirals quickly into the dark when he's found by looters and used for sport before he's sold as a slave.

A/Ns & Warnings: This is all badfalcon's fault. She was telling me about this story her muse Bob! was rambling about and Brain sort of took over and built this great big world and it became this epic, huge monster. WARNINGS: NON-CON/RAPE, violence,
Slavery, Beatings, Restraints, Punishment, Sex Toys, Cages, Bruises, Pain, Burning, Branding, serious Daniel Whumping.




The next few days were similar, with Sam examining him, questioning him, stroking him and then leaving him to exercise, shower and work around the house. It was almost comfortable. Almost. Except for how he kept waiting for the next bad thing, for the reminder that he was nothing but a slave, that his entire life was in their hands.

Daniel was setting the table in the formal dining room when Sam came home, obviously irritated as she set her briefcase in the chair by the door. Jack emerged from the kitchen to greet her, pulling back as he realized she was upset. "Everything okay?"

She shook her head and unbuttoned her uniform jacket. "No, it's fine. I'm just…General Sumner was in my office today. I really don't like that man."

"Funny, he came by here the other day too."

Daniel turned his back to them and went back to his task, hoping they were caught up in their own conversation enough that they wouldn't notice him, or the way he couldn't help but react to the name of his former tormentor.

"The tensions with Helios are escalating." Sam said. "They took out another village, one that Chulak had been negotiating with. Nothing left but rubble."

"Ah, that explains the strong arm." Jack said. "Senator Kinsey has been calling me all week, wanting me to come back to active duty." He stepped back, toward the kitchen. "Dinner's almost ready. Why don't you go change. I'll have Daniel pour you a drink."

She looked up then, as if just realizing Daniel was there. "I take it today went well, then."

It took him a minute to realize that she was talking to him. "Yes, ma'am." The first few nights of this new normal, Daniel had found himself sore and oddly out of sorts before it was time to serve dinner.

"Good. Open a bottle of wine. I'll be down shortly."

Jack pointed to the wine rack and Daniel crossed to it, choosing a bottle of cabernet and one of zinfandel and holding them out to Jack. "The cab, I think. Corkscrew is in the drawer. Put it on the table to breathe once you've opened it. I left a plate on the counter in the kitchen for you. Once you've eaten you can start on the dishes."

Daniel nodded his understanding, opening the drawer and pulling out the corkscrew. Jack disappeared back into the kitchen to bring out the food for him and Sam, and took his seat at the table. Daniel pulled the cork and set the bottle in front of Jack before returning to the kitchen.

The plate on the counter held some of the pasta and chicken, which was more than he'd been given since he woke up. He'd graduated from the broth and bread to soup and crackers, to sandwiches. His stomach rumbled at the smell and he wasted no time in digging into the food. He ate with a focused precision born of his years in a military house and those spent in the reformatory.

He cleared the plate and drank the glass of water down before turning his attention to the dishes used in prepping dinner, plus the plates left after lunch. He sorted them out on the counter, then filled the sink.

It reminded him of home, of washing dishes while Sha're dried them and put them away. She would laugh when he tried to wash the glasses, because his hands were too big and they'd end up switching places. Her voice when she said his name always made him smile.

He was just about finished with the prep dishes and pans when Sam appeared, running her hand up over his ass and up his back. "We're done in the dining room. Please finish the dishes. Then come upstairs."

Daniel shivered as she moved away, turning his head to watch her go into the hallway. He hadn't been invited to the upstairs before. He knew from hearing them talk that upstairs included their bedroom, an office space that they shared and at least one other bedroom. He put his worries about what they wanted aside and went to get the dishes in the dining room, bringing them back to wash.

Chores he could do. He would be doing much the same at home. Cooking and cleaning, folding laundry…but he knew there was more. He knew they expected more. He wasn't entirely sure he could. Until his capture and subsequent rape by the Raiders, Daniel had only ever been with one person, and their sex life had been pretty tame.

He had never been with a man until…but he was fairly certain Jack wanted him. Daniel had no idea how he would react when it came down to it. It didn't help that his continued survival likely counted on being able to give them what he wanted. They had been nice enough to him so far, but he was their prisoner…their property…even if it wasn't quite official.

Jack had made it clear that there was nowhere for him to go. And he had his own reasons to be cautious. He was in no condition to attempt an escape, even if he had a plan for where he'd go or how he'd get there. He had to bide his time, heal. That meant going along until he was better enough that he could start to plan.

He finished the dishes, put the last plate in the cupboard where it belonged and exhaled. The longer he waited, the greater the chance they would be upset by the time he presented himself. He licked his lips as he looked up the staircase, telling himself it would be best to just get it over with.

At the top of the stairs, he paused, looking around him. There were several closed doors but the one at the end of the hall was slightly ajar and a soft light spilled through it. He took a few hesitant steps, pausing when he heard soft words and the sounds of kissing.

He could just see them through the door. Jack sat on a large bed, his feet on the floor. Sam straddled his lap, black silk riding up as Jack caressed her ass, her head falling back as he nuzzled into her neck, kissing down to her breast. Her eyes opened and she leaned forward, whispering something to Jack before she was standing up and turning toward the door.

"Come in."

Daniel pushed open the door, his face blushing hot as he realized Jack was naked and aroused. He stood awkwardly just inside the door, unsure now what he was expected to do. Sam came to him, much as she did every morning, her hand lifting to touch him, caressing over fading marks, her fingers gentle as they explored his skin. He stiffened slightly when her touches turned to kisses, her lips skipping over his chest, up his neck.

One hand cupped the back of his head, pulling him in so her lips could cover his. At the same time, her other hand circled around his cock, stroking him gently. "Relax," she whispered to him. "Close your eyes."

He obeyed slowly, his eyes closing as her lips opened and her tongue glided over his lips, then pushed past them, filling his mouth. His cock hardened some as she stroked it, then she was suddenly sliding down his body, her mouth taking over for her hand and his cock took a greater interest. She sucked up to the tip, then took him back into her mouth as he hardened, one hand petting over his balls.

"God, that's nice."

Daniel opened his eyes, half surprised Jack was still there, on the bed, one hand lazily rubbing his cock while he watched them. Red burned down Daniel's face as Sam sat back, licking her lips and looking up at him. She stood, her hand returning to his cock, using it to guide him toward the bed, toward Jack. She climbed up on the bed beside Jack, behind him, her hands sliding down his arms, lifting his hands and setting them on Daniel's hips.

His thumbs caressed the skin on either side of Daniel's cock and Daniel's breath caught. Jack had touched him once before, but not like this. Not with this much hanging in the air. Sam was whispering in his ear and Daniel wanted to turn away, wanted to hide, but he didn't move as Jack leaned in, his breath hot on Daniel's skin.

Jack's mouth opened, his tongue laving over the tip of Daniel's cock, and Daniel shuddered, his hands moving to grab his cock. Sam's hands covered his, gently guiding them away. "Let him." Sam directed, rising from the bed and sliding around Daniel, pulling his hands behind him, holding them gently as Jack's mouth closed over Daniel's cock and slid down.

Daniel whimpered, not exactly attempting to pull away, but fidgeting. Lips moved over his shoulders, down his spine. Jack's hand fondled Daniel's balls as he sucked in and despite himself, Daniel was working his way toward orgasm. Jack was clearly good at this, and Sam's touch was distracting until Daniel bit off a strangled cry and thrust up and into Jack's mouth, coming in spurts.

Jack grinned as Daniel's knees buckled, hands lifting to cradle Daniel's face as he kissed him, tasting of salt. His lips left Daniel's and met Sam's over Daniel's shoulder. She moved around Daniel, lifting a leg to straddle Jack, her hand moving to hold his cock as she slid down onto it. She rose up and slid down, her hands pulling her black nighty up and off.
Daniel's face was less than an inch from her skin, so close he could hear the sound of her wetness as she rode Jack and he felt like he should move, but the smell of her was intoxicating and he hadn't been told he could. Jack's hands cupped her ass for a moment, then reached for Daniel, his hands pulling Daniel up, guiding Daniel's hands around Sam to cup her breasts.

Jack's eyes met his and he nodded. "Pinch her nipples." Jack said softly. Daniel caressed her skin, his eyes on Jack's, his thumbs and forefingers gently tweaking Sam's nipples. She leaned back against him, her head on his shoulder, her mouth seeking his as she bore down, shuddering. Jack's eyes closed and he tilted his hips, thrusting up into her.

Daniel pulled his hands away, stepping back a few steps, his face hot, his heart stammering in his chest as they separated. Sam disappeared behind a door while Jack came toward Daniel. He offered a tight smile and gestured to the door. "I think that will be all for now, Daniel."

He followed Daniel down the stairs to the room, pulling the door shut so that it locked, leaving Daniel alone to process what had just happened.



Dr. Frasier declared him healthy and more or less whole just a few days later and the way Sam looked at him made him wonder what kind of trouble he was in.

"I brought the paperwork you asked for." Dr. Frasier said as Daniel knelt between Sam and Jack. "These are transfer papers. It will register your purchase of Daniel from a dealer in Havi. All you need to do is fill in the places where the markers are, get his fingerprints in the designated boxes, and my guy will do the rest."

Daniel looked from the paperwork the doctor was handing to Sam, up to Jack and back. He couldn't let them file his prints. Sumner had promised Daniel that if he failed at the reformatory, he'd be marked as a traitor, his life forfeit. His fingerprints would give him away. His heart sped up and he missed that Sam was talking. To him. He cleared his throat, trying to dim the white roar in his head. "I'm sorry. What?"

"I said, please get the dessert."

He nodded, his eyes on the paperwork as she looked through it. "Where would you like it served?" Daniel asked, pushing up to standing.

"Here is fine, Daniel, thank you."

He went into the kitchen, his head spinning through ways he could talk them out of whatever was going to require his fingerprints. He was so caught up in the thought, in the terror of what could happen that he didn't hear Jack follow him. Daniel pulled the chocolate cake from the refrigerator and set it on the counter.

"You know, we talked about this." Jack said, causing Daniel to jump.

Daniel took a deep breath and went to the cupboard for plates. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Bull shit." Jack leaned on the counter, watching Daniel lay out the plates. "About the trouble we could get into if anyone knew you weren't legal."

Daniel cut into the cake, keeping his eyes averted from Jack. "I know."

"Then, what was that in there?"

Daniel shook his head. "What was what, sir?"

"No, don't go giving me that, served up with sir. I saw your face when you saw those papers."

Daniel put the first slice of cake on the plate and dared a glance up. "I…I guess I'm still getting used to….this." Daniel said, his voice shaking more than he'd like to admit. "I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and this whole thing will have been a nightmare."

Jack didn't respond, but he stood there, watching as Daniel finished dishing up the dessert. He was still standing and watching as Daniel picked up the plates to take into the other room…and when he came back to the kitchen. Daniel hesitated once he'd covered the cake, looking up at Jack's face. "Is there anything else, sir?"

Jack's eyes narrowed, his brows furrowing. "What aren't you saying?"

Daniel averted his eyes. "Nothing, sir."

"I'm not sure I believe you. I'm not sure Sam will either." He took his plate. "Finish cleaning up. We have plans after the Doc leaves."

Daniel dutifully set about finishing the dishes and sweeping the kitchen floor, quietly returning to his room, thinking that maybe, if he was quiet and out of sight, they would forget whatever plans they had.

Of course, he should have known better. A little over an hour later, the door to his room opened and Sam called his name. He gave thought, momentarily, to not responding, but she'd seen him move, she knew he heard her.

"Come."

Daniel nodded once, moving swiftly to the door and following her up the stairs to their bedroom. "We have been working on a better solution to our situation. Starting immediately you will no longer be in the room downstairs."

She led him to one of the doors in the bedroom, one he'd assumed led into a closet. He'd been wrong. The room beyond that door was far from a closet. He followed Sam inside, his eyes dancing over the furniture and equipment. He'd never seen anything like it.

In the farthest corner of the room was a cage…tall enough to sit in, long enough to lay in, the bars far enough apart to put most of a face between. In the corner nearest it, there was a cot. He swallowed and turned away, his eyes tracing over a padded bench and an area of wall and floor with eyebolts at various levels. There was what looked like a leather swing, with restraints built in, and a glass fronted cabinet filled with various tools and toys, from paddles to canes and whips and rubber dicks of varying sizes.

Jack joined them, a band of metal in his hands. "Knees, Daniel."

Daniel obeyed without thinking about it and Jack moved to put the band around Daniel's neck. It took longer than expected and when Jack's hands fell away, Sam's took over. The band wasn't quite an inch thick and it sat tight, close to his neck. It wasn't as tight as the one the Raiders had put on him though, and as he swallowed he could feel it move against his skin.

Still, it was a collar. A mark of his position, or lack thereof. He lifted a hand to feel over the metal. It was already warming against his skin.

"Up." Sam's hand on his elbow guided him up to his feet and over to the door he presumed went into the hall. On the door jamb there was a small panel with a red light and a green light. "By tomorrow afternoon, the rest of the house will be equipped with these lights. If it is red, you are not permitted through it. If it is green, you are. There are sensors in the collar and if you try to cross the threshold of a red light, you will receive a substantial jolt. Do you understand?"

Daniel nodded. "Yes, ma'am." His eyes darted to the door to their bedroom, which was also equipped with the panel. It wasn't a small room, at least half again as large as the one he had been sleeping in. It was still a cage of sorts, which only drew his attention back to the actual cage in the room.

Sam smiled and slid her hand into his. "Now then, let's talk about this." She walked them over to the cage and the cot. "Starting tonight, this is where you will sleep. As long as you behave, do as you are told, are honest with us, you sleep on the cot." She turned him toward the cage. "If you misbehave, disobey, lie to us, you will sleep in the cage. Is that clear?"

Daniel swallowed, his eyes caught on the heavy metal of the bars. "Yes, ma'am." It was bigger than the box had been, but not by a lot. He fought the rising surge of panic inside him and she gave him a minute, watching him, holding his hand and waiting. When he swallowed, she squeezed his hand and turned him away from the cage.

"Good. Come." She led him then to the padded bench where Jack was waiting with leather restraints in his hand. "Now that you're healthy, we will be increasing your duties, and this room is where we will explore those pertaining to pleasure." She smiled and pulled their joined hands up to kiss lightly, letting her tongue run over his knuckles. "We will go slowly, because we have a learning curve here. Understand that while for the most part, we're interested in your pleasure as well as ours, there will be times when our pleasure will be all that matters."

She put her free hand on the bench, drawing his attention to it. The ends of it were narrower than the middle and padded shelves stuck out of the sides on both ends. He frowned as Sam looked at him. She lifted her hand and touched his knee. "Your knees here, on either side." She was still holding his hand, pulling him closer and she didn't let go until he had lifted his left knee and settled it on the bench.

Her hands slid up his leg as she moved behind, guiding him. "Good, now lay down." She caressed over his ass as he lowered himself, her hand ending up on his cock, tugging it into place so that it hung off the end of the bench that he was, effectively, straddling. "Good, now, give your hands to Jack."

Daniel slid his hands up the bench, feeling like he was going to slide off backwards. Jack fitted the restraints over Daniel's wrists, then clipped each to the bench, which at least helped with the feeling of falling. Jack's thumb rubbed over Daniel's lips and pushed lightly until Daniel opened them. His skin was salty as it rubbed over Daniel's tongue, with just a hint of sweet likely left from the cake.

Sam's hand stroked down his cock, urging it to hardness. Once it had stiffened some, she went back to caressing over his ass, sliding up the side of the bench. "Now then, Daniel, I think it's time we insist you tell us everything."

Daniel turned his head so he could see her. "I don't understand."

She nodded once, then her hand came down hard on his ass. "I won't tolerate this behavior any longer, Daniel. You answer my questions with the vaguest answers you can, you hide your true feelings. You belong to us now, and you will behave appropriately. Let's start with this evening. What was that reaction? As soon as Janet said fingerprints, you panicked. Explain."

Daniel licked his lips and shook his head. "Can't." She slapped his ass again.

"You will. Jack, bring me a paddle."

"What?" Daniel twisted in an attempt to get away, but there wasn't much of anywhere he could go.

Jack walked to the cabinet and came back with a wooden paddle that he handed off to Sam. "We don't want to hurt you, Daniel. Explain yourself."

He huffed and pulled on the restraints that bound his hands. "Just…you can't…" He closed his eyes and forced his body to relax back to the bench, tried to regulate the panicked racing of his heart.

"Can't what?" Jack asked, leaning in close.

This was not working. Daniel knew in that moment that he'd tell them anything eventually. He needed to accept that he wasn't in charge of anything anymore. Even the most intimate details of his life. "My fingerprints." Daniel said finally, resting his head on the leather under him. "You can't let them get into the system."

Sam was rubbing the paddle over the skin of his ass, down over his cock and back up. "Why not?"

"I…I'm already….I was. Fuck." He bit his lip and tried to look up to Jack for support. Jack was watching him, his arms crossed. Okay, Daniel could do this without bringing Sumner into it. "I escaped from the boys reformatory when I was seventeen."

"Here in Abydos?" Sam asked, her voice neutral. When he hesitated, she swatted him lightly with the paddle.

"Yes." Daniel grunted. "Yes. I hid in the slums for a week, then snuck out into the desert. We got to the oasis at Atlantis by ourselves. Found a ride north."

"Who is we?" Sam asked, back to rubbing the paddle over his skin. Before he could answer, she brought it down hard where ass and thigh meet.

Daniel yelled, grunting into the leather. "Sha're. My wife."

"Are you saying that you escaped a reform school, kidnapped a citizen and smuggled her out of the city?" Jack asked.

That was certainly one way to interpret it. "She wanted to come. It was her idea." Daniel said. "But yes, that is probably how it got recorded."

Sam brought the paddle down three times in rapid succession, then stroked down his cock several times. "Good boy." Sam offered as she rubbed his cock. "Jack…"

Jack moved toward Daniel's face again, his hands moving to unzip his jeans. Jack eased his cock out and Daniel watched it spring to life just inches from his face. "Open your mouth." Jack said, his voice deeper and a little darker than Daniel had heard before. Daniel licked his lips and looked up at him before bringing himself to obey. Jack rubbed the tip of his cock over Daniel's lips slowly. "Lick it."

Daniel tentatively stuck his tongue out, sliding it under, then up over the tip, along the slit. "Good, now suck." Jack pushed forward a little, enough that the head of his cock was in Daniel's mouth. He fought a feeling of panic, a rush of memory; cock choking him to the point of blacking out, but he was losing that fight until Jack's hand, gentle and soft caressed down the side of his face. "Daniel, open your eyes. Focus on me."

Daniel wasn't sure when he'd closed his eyes, but he opened them, looking up at Jack and nodding slightly. He sucked at Jack's cock, taking it a little deeper in his mouth before sliding off again, licking at the taste of him on his lips.

Sam's hands were caressing over his hot skin, rubbing down through his crack, pulling on his cock. Daniel started when a finger touched his hole, but Jack pulled his attention back to him. He was pressing in deeper now, making it harder not to react. Daniel pulled against the restraints and Jack pulled back, giving him a moment to get past it.

The touch of lube was cold, and Sam's fingers smeared it around his skin, over his hole, before she pressed a finger into him. Daniel's entire body tightened. In response, she pulled her finger out, then slid her slick hand down to stroke his cock. Daniel relaxed, even found himself pressing down into her upstroke. Jack's cock was at his mouth again and it was easier to open his lips, to lick and suck and Daniel actually moaned around him as Sam drew him closer to orgasm.

He almost didn't feel her finger enter him the second time, lost between her hand on his cock and Jack's cock in his mouth, but there was more lube and a second finger and Daniel whimpered, but Jack's hand cupped his face, his cock sliding further in. He was starting to get lost in the crashing sensations, too much to follow as she opened him up and something not fingers was sliding into him.

He braced for the pain, but it didn't come. "I think we're ready." Sam said and Jack stepped back, moving back toward Sam. He heard a thud of clothing dropping to the floor. Daniel was breathing heavy as he felt Jack's hands, gasping as they held Daniel by the hips. Sam's hand caressed him, guided Jack's cock and Daniel had to bite his lip to keep from yelling as Jack's cock filled him.

Sam was naked by the time she came to the front of the bench, her blue eyes sparkling. She lifted one foot to the padded shelf on the side of the bench and Daniel could smell her wetness. She tilted her hips toward his face. "Make me come," she said, her voice dusky.

Daniel licked at her slit, tongue sliding through her juices. She was grinding down against his face, his nose pressing into her clit while his tongue flicked at her opening. From what he could tell, she wasn't far from coming. This at least he was familiar with. He shifted, turned his head, licked his way up to her clit, wishing he had his hands free to help. He flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly as Jack set up a rhythm fucking his ass.

Sam's hand fisted in his hair as he sucked on her clit, then licked his way down. In this position it was impossible to actually get his tongue inside her, but he licked and kissed and sucked as much as he could, working back toward the clit. Her hand held him in place and she ground her hips down, dragging her clit over his tongue. She grunted and yelled, rubbing her pussy over his face as she came, panting as she stepped back.

Jack was thrusting faster and faster, dripping sweat onto Daniel's back and when he came, he pulled out, depositing his come over the skin of Daniel's ass.

Daniel's cock was throbbing and he jumped when Sam's hand circled it. He jumped again when something pressed to the base of his cock, hard and vibrating, pushing him so quickly over the edge that his orgasm surprised him.

The room was quiet as Daniel lay there, working on getting his breathing under control. Jack released him from the restraints and helped him up. Sam slid in close, kissing over Daniel's lips. "Good boy," she murmured, nodding to Jack as she headed back to their bedroom.

Jack slid a hand into his and walked Daniel to a corner of the room he hadn't noticed. There was a toilet and a shower stall. "Get cleaned up. Get some sleep. We’ll talk more tomorrow." His kiss was warm and soft and he left Daniel standing alone, with her come on his face and his on his ass. He was exhausted and spent, his head trying to sort through memory and emotion and this room, these people…and somehow, Daniel could almost believe it was going to be okay.



It was easier than he ever imagined it could be, to let go and let the rhythm of this new life lull him into acceptance. In less than two weeks he'd grown accustomed to the collar, to paying attention to the lights on the doors, to letting them dictate his movements.

A routine was developing, not all that different than his life before. He would wake up and shower, and the light on the door to Sam and Jack's bedroom would turn green. He would go in to lay out Sam's clothing, wait for her by the shower door with her towel. Once she was getting dressed the light on the door to the hallway would be green and he would go downstairs to make coffee and start breakfast.

Sam would smile at him when he gave her the breakfast he'd prepared, kiss him as she left for the day. Jack would appear, usually just before she left, kiss her, kiss him and sit for his breakfast. Almost daily, when Jack was done eating, he would ease his cock out of his pants and Daniel would slip to his knees to lick and suck him off.

Then came exercise time and another shower, followed by the chores for the day. Some days he even had time to read, though his choice of reading material was not exactly his cup of tea. It was either Sam's books, which meant they were mostly over his head scientifically, or Jack's which meant boring military strategy books and mystery novels.

The evenings were spent preparing dinner and cleaning up after it, sometimes attending Sam while she lounged in a tub full of hot, bubbly water, other times Jack or Sam or both of them wanted something more physical and they ended up in his room. He had never dreamed he would get used to that, or that he could come while tied down and fucked, but Jack and Sam were slowly figuring out exactly what did bring him to orgasm, and happily using him for their own.

Nothing more had been said about the fake paperwork in that time and Daniel thought maybe they had decided to let it go, to take their chances that no one would ask for his papers. He certainly didn't mind being kept largely hidden, though he knew there were risks. Without even forged papers, Daniel couldn't ever be allowed out of the house, couldn't seek medical treatment that Dr. Frasier couldn't treat there at the house.

"No." Sam's voice echoed down the hallway from the office. "Absolutely not, Jack. We can't risk it."

"Who's going to know? It's just Mitchell and Vala. Cards. It's not like we're going to parade him around the square or something."

"Mitchell always ends up saying something and then we end up with Landry and I may trust Mitchell and Vala around him, but not Landry."

"Hank's a good guy."

"Hank's a by the book guy. He gets one look at Daniel and he'll start asking questions. Are you ready for answering those questions? Is Daniel?"

Daniel stood at the door of his room, trying to decide if he should say something.

"Let Mitchell host. We'll go over there."

"His place is falling apart. He's staying with Vala while they rebuild from that fire incident last month." Jack said. "Come on, Sam. Mitchell already knows we've got something going on. I'd rather he got the truth from us rather than poking around asking questions that will only get us into trouble."

Sam sighed loudly. "Fine. But if he invites Landry, or so help me, anyone else…"

"He won't."

"And you better be the one to prep Daniel for this. He's just getting used to us, I have no idea how well he's going to take to everything that comes with….this."

"Daniel will be fine."

Daniel wasn't sure he liked how that sounded, and he pulled back into the room, sitting on the cot, his eyes still on the door. He listened to Jack's heavy footsteps, looking away as they paused by the door.

"Daniel, I need you in my room."

Jack continued to his own door and Daniel hesitated slightly before wiping his hands down his thighs and standing. He walked to the door joining the rooms and stepped through. Jack was standing by the dresser, his back to Daniel. When he turned around, he had a pile of cloth in his hand. He crossed to the bed and set it down.

"So, you may have heard. We'll be having company this evening. I want you to put these on."

Daniel cleared his throat, his eyes on what looked to be a pair of silk pants. "Company?"

"Just some friends. I know that up until now we've been careful about who knows you're here, but we can't keep living like this. People are going to get suspicious. So tonight, two friends are coming over for dinner and cards."

"And what will my duties be, sir?" Daniel asked, finally looking up at Jack.

"Dinner, dessert, same as any night." Jack's hands were in his pockets, his eyes scanning over Daniel. "Problem?"

Daniel shook his head lightly. "No, sir. Is that all?"

"Are you asking me if there will be sex required?" Jack asked, his eyebrow lifting.

Daniel licked his lips. "Yes."

Jack shrugged. "That will be Sam's call. We've played with both Cameron and Vala before, but Sam's concerned you aren't ready for that. I will tell you that they'll both want to touch you and will probably be very vocal about wanting to do more."

Daniel nodded, moving to lift the soft silk of the pants. "May I ask a question?"

"Of course."

"What will you tell them…about me?"

"Same story we've been working on. Sam ordered you from a dealer she knows in Havi."

"I actually speak Havi." Daniel said, smiling a little.

Jack's hand touched his shoulder. "Well, with any luck you won't need that particular skill tonight. Like I said, these are friends. I should warn you that they'll probably get the truth, that you're not legal. Don't panic. Vala's in no position to bring attention to herself and Mitchell likes our fun together too much to jeopardize it. Get dressed, then get down to the kitchen. I pulled steaks out."



He was ridiculously nervous. He could hear them in the formal living room. He paced the kitchen, waiting for Sam to call for him. She'd said they would make introductions before he put the food on the table.

He jumped when he heard his name, licked his lips and exhaled before he went to the door. Sam smiled for him, taking his hand and leading him into the room. Standing near the fireplace was a tall man, dressed casually, a beer in one hand. Daniel could all but feel his eyes rake down over his bare skin, then flick back up to his face, a small smile turning the corners of his mouth. "Not bad."

"He's yummy. Can I have a taste?" The woman bounced up from where she'd been lounging in the overstuffed arm chair, draping herself over the man and leaning toward Daniel with a leer that he almost physically recoiled from.

Sam squeezed his hand lightly. "Vala, Cameron, this is Daniel."

Vala stepped away from Cameron, her eyes sliding over Daniel's face, down his torso and she circled him slowly. "Nice form, the scars will help sell the story." Her hand slid down his spine, then off to his hip, thumb catching in the waist band of his pants and tugging down slightly. "Uh, yeah. This could be a problem."

Beside him, Sam frowned and leaned to see what she meant. "All slaves sold in Havi are tattooed or branded right here."

"With what?" Sam asked, her breath warm on his skin.

Vala moved away, sliding back into the chair. "Depends on the seller. If they're government remands, the Havi seal, generally in a brand. If it's one of the high end sellers, it's their logo, tattooed. If it's one of the low end sellers, a crude brand….Cameron, darling, hand me my bag, would you?"

Daniel watched as Cameron handed her a huge purse and she put it on her lap, digging through it before holding something up with a bright smile. "Like this!"

"Vala, do I want to know where you got that?" Cameron asked as she stood and crossed to Sam. Daniel's eyes were on the metal as she passed it to Sam.

"You'll need to mount it on something , or use insulated pliers or something." She turned to Cameron. "I liberated it from an unscrupulous trader who used it to brand unconscious travelers so he could sell them as slaves." Vala said, pouting at him. "You would rather I didn't use it on him and then leave with it?"

"I'm sorry." Daniel licked his lips. "I--" He turned to Sam, his eyes wide. She met his gaze and held it for a long moment, then nodded almost imperceptibly. "I should check on dinner." He skirted around her, breathing a little easier once he was in the kitchen.

It took a few minutes, but Jack appeared, leaning on the counter. "Not a fan of branding?"

Daniel took the roasted potatoes out of the oven and set them on the stove. "Not a fan of that kind of pain."

"Our paperwork says you come from Havi. If we ever get questioned…"

"Yeah, I know." Daniel looked away. If they ever got questioned, they were screwed. If his fingerprints went into the system he was screwed. If they couldn't prove Daniel belonged…He huffed. "Dinner's ready."

"I'll let folks know."

Daniel was grateful that talk of branding was dropped as they gathered to eat and he was able to serve them silently and withdraw to the kitchen. As pain went, he supposed he had survived worse, and not too long ago either. He finished cleaning up from the prep, then went into the living room to set up the card table.

Sam was the first to return to the room, her smile soft. "You okay?"

Daniel nodded. "I think so, ma'am."

"I told Jack it was too soon."

He shook his head. "Not at all, ma'am. I'd rather just get it all out in the open, what you expect of me. I can't keep getting comfortable only to have everything change again. It's kind of terrifying."

She nodded. "Thank you for your honesty. We have played sexually with both Cameron and Vala, and they have both expressed an interest in playing with you. I haven't decided if tonight is going in that direction."

He nodded and took a breath. There were worse things, he supposed. "And…the branding?" He dared a look up and she reached to take his hand.

"Let's talk about that tomorrow. Tonight, let's just relax."

He nodded again and finished setting up the chairs around the card table. Vala and Cameron appeared, with Jack behind them and Daniel excused himself to go clean up after dinner.

"Daniel, we'll take dessert in here, in about an hour." Sam said as he left.

"Yes, ma'am." Daniel responded, withdrawing to the dining room to gather the dirty dishes. When the hour was nearly up, Daniel brought the strawberry torte out of the refrigerator and cut it and plated it, loading the four plates onto a tray.

He was focused on balancing the tray as he entered the living room, so he didn't immediately notice that the number of people in the room had gone up by one. He lowered the tray onto the side table and was picking up a plate when he heard the voice and froze in place.

"I didn't know you had a servant, General."

"I'm retired." Jack said sarcastically, stepping toward Daniel. "And he's none of your business."

"Why are you here, General?" Cameron asked.

"You weren't answering your phone." Sumner said. Daniel could feel his eyes and wished he could go back to the kitchen. His hands shook as he lifted a plate and turned to hand it to Vala, his back to the General.

"Because I'm on leave, General." Cameron said.

"Not anymore. You need to report first thing in the morning."

Daniel handed Cameron his plate, attempting to keep his face averted from Sumner, but Sumner was suddenly following him, squinting up into his face. "Do I know you?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, ich an Havi." He turned away, pulling from the hand reaching for him.

Vala slid between him and the general. "His former owner was an abusive ass." Her hand glided over his scarred up back. "I convinced Sam to buy him while I was in Havi a few weeks back. He's quite pretty, now that he isn't bleeding all over the place."

"I trust you have the proper paperwork to--"

"General, perhaps it's time you were on your way." Cameron said, both him and Jack stepping in to further separate Daniel from the General. "You've delivered your message. I will report for duty as requested, and you really are interrupting what once had the air of a beautiful evening."

Sumner was furious. Daniel could feel it. But he also knew he was out of bounds and eventually turned on his heel and stalked for the front door, with Jack following him. Daniel was shaking and he ran for the kitchen, his head reeling. It was too close, too fucking close and if he had….and they didn't…He shook his head and tried to calm down.

He looked at his hands, at his fingerprints. He had to do something to make them unrecognizable, then they could file the papers, they'd be safer. There was a thin scar through his left index finger, a burn from hitting the edge of a frying pan years before.

His eyes fell on the indoor grill, still hot as the coals burned down after cooking the steaks for dinner. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he was still alone in the kitchen, crossing to the grill slowly, lifting his hands. They didn't have to be big marks to alter his prints enough that auto recognition programs wouldn't flag them.

He exhaled a few times, then brought all ten fingers down on the grill, biting his lip as it burned, then picked his hands up and turned them, bringing the fingers down again, effectively making an X on each finger, except his thumbs.

Sweat dripped from his chin and he was close to losing the battle not to scream as he pushed his thumbs down one last time.

"Daniel!"

His knees buckled and he hit the floor, though Jack was behind him and holding him up fast. "SAM!"

"I'm okay." Daniel said weakly, though the pain in his fingers screamed otherwise.

"What happened?" Sam asked, frowning at them.

Jack's hands were around his wrists, holding Daniel's hands up for her to see. "I walked in and he was burning his fingers on the grill."

"Daniel?" Sam asked, her eyes sweeping over his fingertips, then back to his eyes.

He licked his lips. "So you can finish the paperwork," he managed to get out around his panting.

Her eyebrow went up and she bent closer to get a better look. "Yes, that might actually do it. Let's get them seen to."

Jack helped him up and took him to the sink to start filling a bowl with cool water. Once his fingers were submerged and some of the pain was started to recede, Daniel licked his lips and looked up at them. "Might as well get the branding over with too."

Sam looked for a minute like she was going to argue, then she nodded. "Keep them in the water. I'll be back."

In all, she was gone nearly twenty minutes, and when she returned she used a long pair of tongs to pull the grill off the top of the indoor pit, stoking the coals before she lifted a long handled screwdriver with replaceable bits, the branding iron shoved in where the bits would go. She settled it in against the coals, then came to check on Daniel's fingers.

"These should heal pretty quickly," she murmured. "You did very clean work."

He smiled a little, letting her put the fingers back into the water. "If it was done as torture, they'd make straight lines, wouldn't they?"

She lifted a finger to brush hair out of his eyes, then kissed him softly. "You surprise me, Daniel. That doesn't happen often."

He hesitated only a second before kissing her softly in return. "Someone should surprise you more often. You are beautiful when you smile."

Her smile deepened. "I think the pain is making you loopy."

"We're ready." Vala said from near the door and Sam nodded, stepping back to check the brand.

"Jack, get a hold of him."

Jack pushed him forward over the sink and pulled his pants down to expose Daniel's hip. He thought he was ready when the heat warmed his skin, but as she pressed the metal into flesh, Daniel screamed and jerked almost out of Jack's hands before the pain grew intense enough that he started to black out.

He was vaguely aware of a flurry of hands, moving him, lifting him….up the stairs, then cool, wetness, actual cold…he was laying down, his hands wrapped, his hip burning, but relief slowly leeching into it. Sam's voice was in his ear telling him it was okay, he did good. He was safe.



Daniel woke the next morning feeling a little confused and more than a little damp. The wrappings around his hands were no longer cold, the ice in them long since melted, and they fell away as he moved to sit up. Under him were towels and plastic covering his cot and as his hip brushed the damp cotton, he remembered why.

It wasn't as painful as he expected. He stood, turning his torso to get a look. The mark was etched into his skin, dark and mostly round. He knew enough from his study of the slave trade's origins that it would eventually heal to form a slightly raised mark in scar tissue.

His fingers seemed less damaged, though the marks would also scar. And it would make carrying out his duties difficult to do for the next couple of days. In fact, even taking a shower might prove to be more than he wanted to do.

There was no escaping the truth now. He was collared and branded and he lived in room with a cage and restraints. As slavery went, he supposed he was lucky. Sam and Jack had been good to him. They had treated his medical needs, hadn't worked him to collapse. His duties, to be fair, were pretty light.

Daniel crossed to his bathroom area and peed, flushing the toilet before turning to the shower. He turned the water on cool and tested it on his fingers. It wasn't bad, so he stepped in, letting the water run over him before reaching for his soap.

In all honesty, Daniel owed them. They had saved his life, at great risk to their own, and he had been withholding from them, trying to protect something that was no longer even his to protect.

He carefully cleaned all of the burns and rinsed off, stepping out and reaching for his towel.

"Daniel?"

He stepped out of the corner, still drying himself, surprised to find Sam standing beside his cot. "Am I late?" Daniel asked, frowning.

"No. I…was coming in to check on you." She crossed to him and took his right hand, turning it palm up so she could look at his fingertips. She hmm'ed at him and took his other hand, then turned him so she could see the brand. "This was a really foolish thing to do."

He hung his head, nodding. "I know. I'm sorry. Just…he scared me. More than this scares me." He gestured around him. "I…need to tell you…I know you need to know…but I've hidden it for so long."

Her hand was soft as she cupped his face and kissed him lightly. It didn't help him swallow the fear of laying it all out for her.

He exhaled and slowly went down on his knees. "I was not quite nine when my parents were killed. They worked at the museum. They had friends in a lot of areas of the government, here and in Chulak and Arak, and other places. An exhibit collapsed. I was told that she lived long enough to beg one of those friends to make sure I didn't end up…" He licked his lips and sort of smiled at the irony. Orphaned children, even of well to do families, could easily find themselves sold off to cover debts left behind or because there was no one to take care of them. "Well….here, like this. The man who took me resented me. He was military, I was an unruly, over educated nine year old who had just watched his parents die. We had no money, nothing we could offer him in return. I couldn't understand what he wanted me to be. His rules made no sense."

Daniel licked his lips and looked up at her. "He only hit me where it wouldn't show. And he made it clear that if I told anyone, it would be worse. He refused me food. He locked me in a box for as much as three days, with no food or water or place to relieve myself. When I was thirteen I tried to run away. I didn't get far. That was when he put in the reformatory. He told them I was to be treated as a criminal, no privileges, work detail, no more food, water or sleep than absolutely necessary. And if I did anything wrong, I was to be punished severely."

"Sumner." She breathed the name with horror, looking at him to confirm her suspicion. "You're telling me that General Sumner was this man?"

He nodded, dropping his gaze again. "He told me that the reformatory would fix me or he would have me branded as a traitor and have me run out of the city."

"Daniel, I don't know what to say."

He sighed. "The reformatory wasn't all bad. I found a place where I could be alone, which was mostly what I wanted. There was a window that didn't fully shut and faced the tenement building across the alley. That's where I met Sha're. Um, my wife. We grew up together at that window. Four years later, her father had arranged a marriage for her that she didn't want and we hatched a plan."

"Escape." Sam said.

Daniel nodded. "it wasn't easy…and we were terrified. And stupid. And incredibly lucky. And our life in Argos was amazing. I loved her very much." Tears he had thought he was finally done crying burned the corners of his eyes and he blinked to clear them. He sniffled at the tears and rubbed at his eyes. He could see Sha're's face, her warm smile. "She was pregnant."

Sam looked startled. "What?"

"She didn't die in the fires…I found her in our house. I was hurrying home to be there when the baby came. They shot her in the head."

"Oh, Daniel. I am so sorry."

"You have both been more than kind to me, and I realized last night, knowing him like I do, he would destroy you both, just to get at me if he knew. I couldn't let that happen. "

Sam took his face in her hands, lifting his face to hers and he realized she had tears in her eyes also. She knelt in front of him, taking his hands in hers and pulling them to her lips. She kissed them lightly. "Daniel, thank you for offering me this trust. I can only protect you if I know what there is to protect you from. And I want to protect you."

"I'm sorry I've been so stubborn and ungrateful. I don't think I realized until last night what a dangerous position I was putting you in. Abydos is nothing like Argos was…and I had forgotten that."

She wiped her face and nodded. "So, now what do you say you come into my office, we'll get you printed and get the paperwork back to Janet. If we do it now, while the wounds are still fresh it will disrupt the print more, and the sooner we get this done the better. Sumner is not known for letting things drop."

She stood and he followed, down to her office where she pulled the paperwork from her desk, paging through it to the page for his prints, then pulling out an ink pad. She walked him through printing each digit, then took him back to her bathroom where she started water running in the sink and pulled out a bar of antibiotic soap. "This will probably sting, but you need to get them good and clean. No ink, or they could get infected."

"Yes, ma'am."

"When you're done, I sent Jack down to make breakfast. I think we'll do what we can to keep those fingers out of hot water the next few days."

"Thank you." She left him there to clean up, and went to get in the shower herself. Daniel scrubbed at the ink on his fingers, making faces as he worked around the wounds. When he was done, he headed downstairs. For the first time since realizing Argos was gone, he actually believed he was going to be okay…provided their faked paperwork could convince Sumner.



It had been nearly a month since that night when Sumner had come looking for Cameron Mitchell. That month had seen Daniel finish healing. Even the deepest bruises around his wrists were gone and the burns on his fingers were thin lines.

His duties had expanded and he had come to a place of quiet obedience in most things, even those he didn't fully care for. They had explored some of Sam and Jack's more kinky needs, had used most of the equipment in his room and Daniel had discovered arousal from things he would never have guessed possible, including being restrained and blindfolded and certain kinds of pain.

Sam was good about figuring out what were indications that something was digging into bad memories of either his childhood or his capture and rape, and she had a gentle hand at soothing him past it.

It was nearly bedtime and Jack had just returned from running errands. The light on the door to their bedroom was green and Daniel could hear them talking softly. He knocked lightly before opening the door. Sam was already in a silky black negligee and Jack was stripped down to his boxers. They both looked up expectantly.

"Did you need something, Daniel?" Sam asked.

He was suddenly nervous, which was stupid. He shook his head and took the couple of steps into the room. "I, um… I was thinking…wondering…" His hand fell to his semi-hard cock and he rolled his eyes at himself. He took a deep breath and went to his knees in front of her. "If I might be of service tonight."

Sam's hand brushed through his hair. "What did you have in mind?" she asked, drawing his eyes up.

He licked his lips and glanced at Jack, then back at Sam. "Well, I thought I could start with pleasing you." He leaned in, breathing across her thighs as he lifted his hands to the silk of her nighty, pushing it up just enough to expose the soft hair covering her. She shifted slightly, widening her stance to offer him room.

Daniel nuzzled into her before letting his tongue slide out to taste her, licking at her lips, pressing through to her slit, then up to lave over her clit.

"I think I like this train of thought." Jack said, coming to stand beside her, his arm around her back as he leaned in to kiss her. Daniel glanced up to find he had shed his boxers and he lifted a hand to circle Jack's cock, moving just enough that he could lick over the length to wet it before moving back to Sam's pussy. He licked along her slit and flicked his tongue over her clit several times before letting his thumb take over working her clit and he turned his head to lick at the tip of Jack's rapidly filling cock, sucking the head between his lips before moving back to Sam.

Her hand fisted in his hair and pulled his head back. "Did you have more planned?"

He hadn't really thought that far ahead. He licked his lips, glancing up at Jack, then back at her. "If it pleases, I'd very much like to be fucked."

Her eyebrow went up and she let go of him. "Show me then."

He turned to Jack, taking his cock into his mouth, sucking and licking until he was fully hard. Daniel eased back then, standing slowly and moving toward the bed. He lifted one foot and put it on the mattress, then reached behind himself, sliding two fingers over his hole. He pushed one in slowly, biting his tongue and reminding himself he should have prepped, but then Sam's hand touched his and there was lube coating his fingers. He worked himself open, then turned his head to find Jack watching him intently.

"I am ready, sir. Would you please fuck me?"

Jack bit his lip as he stepped closer, holding his cock and rubbing it over Daniel's hole before pushing in. Sam slid onto the bed, her fingers playing with her pussy as Jack pulled out slowly, then shoved back in. Her fingers moved into herself as Jack pulled out of him, echoing his rhythm, her eyes sparkling. She leaned up, kissing over Daniel's lips, nipping at them before she pulled the nighty up and off, maneuvering herself around until her legs could spread under him and she could push his face down into her pussy.

She groaned and writhed under him as he licked into her, his fingers pinching and rubbing her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. "Fucking fuck." Sam exclaimed as she came suddenly, her hands grabbing at him, pulling him up, pulling him and with him, Jack, further onto the bed, until she was guiding Daniel's cock into her and telling Jack, "Harder. Fuck me harder."

Jack's pace increased and the thrust of his hips fucked Daniel down into Sam and between them he almost didn't have to move. Sam came a second time only seconds before Jack did, both panting and caressing Daniel's sweaty skin. Jack's cock was still in Daniel's ass when he pulled Daniel back, his cock hard and coated with Sam's come. Sam sat back, her legs spread wide, her fingers playing in her come-soaked hair. She nodded at Jack, who took Daniel's hands and guided them up, behind Jack's head. "Don't let go."

His hands went to Daniel's cock then, circling it and stroking it, slowly at first but gaining speed. It didn't take long to bring Daniel close and as he started to come, Sam moved closer, taking his come on her breasts and stomach.

Still, Jack stroked him as Sam's fingers played through the come, smearing it on her skin. Daniel wanted to pull away, but Jack whispered in his ear, "Don't let go."

Daniel whimpered, his cock too sensitive, too spent. Jack's thumb flicked over the tip and Daniel cried out something that might have been "Please." Sam's fingers smeared come over his lips, into his mouth, then he was moving, Jack guiding him down and he was being told to clean up his mess.

He licked over her skin, tasting an odd mix of his own come and hers as he moved up her stomach to her breasts, sucking at the skin, until Jack was prying his hands apart and falling beside them, laughing. Sam rolled them so that Daniel was between them, kissing over his face. "That was unexpected, Daniel, thank you." Sam said softly.

"Thank you." Daniel responded, leaning back to kiss Jack, then her. "For everything."

"Jack, get the lights." Sam said.

"I should…" Daniel started to get up, but Jack's hand tightened around his waist.

"Stay." Sam insisted, helping Jack work the blankets out from under them. "You're right where you belong."

Jack turned off the light and settled back down, spooning up close to Daniel's back. "Besides, I may want some more of that 'please fuck me' thing you did."

"I'm at your service." Daniel responded.

"Yes, you are."

Jack's breathing evened out first, with Sam's not far behind. Daniel lay awake for a while, staring at the wall. He knew he was a very lucky man. If Jack hadn't found him that day, he'd likely be dead, or worse. And as slave owners went, Sam and Jack were not what he'd expect. Had they met any other way, they might even be friends.

He drifted toward sleep, knowing that they may never be friends now, but he knew he was going to be okay, as long as he belonged to them.