"Something bothering you, sir?" Samantha Carter asked Colonel O'Neill over the sound of a deactivating stargate. O'Neill stepped off the final stone stair of the stargate's platform, turned to the statuesque blonde, and took in a deep breath of PX9-609's strangely thin air.
"Something
always
bothers me, Major." He began striding forward again. "But, yeah, I have a bad feeling for… some reason," he said, clutching his MP5 in his right hand, feeling the weight of its strap pull down on his shoulder.
"We have no prior knowledge of this world, O'Neill," said Teal'c, a few steps behind. "And it seems to be nothing short of a beautiful day. For what reason do you feel ill at ease?" Teal'c gazed into the pale, cloudless, blue sky before returning his vision to the fields of green stretching into the distance.
"It's called intuition, T."
"An intuitive deduction still yet requires some type of empirical evidence," Teal'c said.
"Never had a gut instinct, Teal'c?" Daniel Jackson spoke up from Teal'c's right.
"I do not ascribe to notions of extrasensory perception."
Samantha smiled to herself as the boys continued their discussion. If she'd learned anything from her three years with Stargate Command, it was not to doubt the "extrasensory perception" of her superior, nor to scoff at Teal'c's face-value view of the world. She stared into the knee high, deeply green grass of this planet, almost losing herself in it. As Teal'c had said, it was a beautiful day. PX9-609 had a bright yellow, earth-like sun, and it felt downright balmy. Carter took in a deep breath of the sweet air, catching a glimpse of her team's destination in the distance. The MALP had detected some type of large stone monument; to her naked eye it appeared as a mound of dirt in the distance.
A mere twenty minutes of trampling the stiff alien grasses brought SG-1 to the mound of dirt; the mound was in fact hiding a large, seemingly stone, space craft of some kind. It was oval, had a large spire jutting from what could only be the bridge, or "pel'tak" as the Goa'uld would call it. The ship shone with a pale purple and appeared as if it hadn't moved in centuries. Major Carter paced to where the spire's sharp point was partially obscured by the vegetation. O'Neill, Jackson, and Teal'c also circled the structure.
"I am not familiar with this type of craft," Teal'c intoned, "assuming it is a space craft."
"I don't see anything resembling a door," Daniel said as he ran his hand along the outer hull, feeling the cold stone. "It appears to be a monument commemorating some ancient vessel, rather than an actual starship."
Major Carter completed her circuit of the structure, staring down at an analytical device she had brought along. "I'd agree, Daniel, if not for the power signature coming from inside." Daniel stood beside Sam and craned his neck to look at the data the Major had collected.
"I'm assuming it's not a… threatening power signature. Major?" Jack said, having not yet taken his eyes off the craft.
"Well, sir, it seems just to be typi-" A small port slid open with a snap on the side of the hull. A buzz resonated from the orifice followed by the appearance of some type of robotic drone. The team leveled their weapons at the football shaped object as it descended to their level, suspended apparently on rapidly flapping wings, not unlike a hummingbird. Colonel O'Neill tensed as it swung closer, pointing its derivatively constructed sharp purple spire first at the Colonel, then at each team member in succession, seeming to quickly look each of them over. When it reached Major Carter, however, it ran its spire slowly down her body. As it circled around and up her body once again, Jack took a step forward.
"Carter, be careful," O'Neill said. He reached forward to clutch Sam's uniform but arrived a fraction of a second too late. A triangular beam tore loudly through the air, and O'Neill stumbled through the space formerly occupied by the Major. "Damnit! Teal'c, hit that thing," Jack growled, raising his own gun and firing at the drone. The drone spiraled into the air, avoiding bullets as well as several orange staff blasts before returning to the port hole from where it had emerged. The door slid shut, leaving Jack, Daniel and Teal'c standing in silence.
***
Samantha found herself in a dimly lit room and assumed she was inside the structure. That damn flying drone had beamed her inside before she could react. She cursed herself for being careless, but knew there was really nothing she could have done, and now nothing she could do. Unsurprisingly, she had been disarmed. A figure stepped forward in the darkness.
"Welcome aboard the Galanar, love," the figure said as the lights brightened slightly. The rest of the ship came into view. Outside of the bridge at the forward portion of the ship, the space was mainly for living. Sofas, tables and chairs were sprawled around a central cylinder; an odd arrangement for any space craft Sam had seen.
"Who are you?" Sam said firmly.
"I am Anamax, but call me Max," said the man. He appeared to be a human in his early twenties. He hadn't shaved for several days and had a small pony tail dangling from the back of his head. Carter stared at his garments: a flowing white robe that was strangely Middle Eastern.
"OK. Now, why am I here?"
Anamax smiled and cleared his throat. "May I first ask your name?"
"Sorry, I seem to forget my manners when I'm abducted against my will. My name is Major Samantha Carter."
"Samantha…" Anamax intoned the name. "A beautiful, if somewhat odd name for a beautiful, if somewhat odd woman."
Carter flashed a very fake smile. "Can I have my gun back?"
"Oh come now, love, no need for weapons! Today is a very special day," Anamax said as he sat beside Samantha on a large cushioned sofa. "I've selected you as my Galnek. It is quite an honor, I assure you."
"Galnek," Sam said, tilting her head forward.
"I am an Ubadien male, love. Surely tales of our prowess have reached your planet, no matter how remote."
"I'm afraid not," Sam said and grimaced. She didn't like where this was going.
Anamax stood, making grand gestures with his arms. "An Ubadien's goal for the first third of his life is finding the perfect women to make his first and most memorable sexual conquest." Carter stood, and Anamax gripped her shoulders. "Samantha Carter, you are close enough to perfect for me."
Carter broke Anamax's embrace and stomped through the ship. "Colonel O'Neill!" she yelled as she kicked the ship's hull.
"My ship is designed to conceal the greatest wails of our lovemaking,
Samantha Carter
. Your pitiful cries for help will hardly pierce the hull. " Anamax said with a slight chuckle as he followed behind the Major. "Look, I know I just admitted my virginity, but as I said, Ubadien men prepare for this moment throughout their lives. I am a quite capable lover and I think you'll find it a… life affirming experience. Not only that, but those who return home with record of especially memorable conquests are showered with gifts, fortune, even political appointments. You could be my governess, love!"
Samantha fumed, turning slowly to face her captor. "I will never be your governess, or your first kiss, and especially not your first lover. Let me go
now,
Anamax. Open up the door before my people decide to make one."
"Even if they were so inclined, Samantha…" Anamax gestured toward the large window at the front of the control center. Carter saw stars above and PX9-609 below. The ship had gone into orbit.
"I understand you have some… reservations about initiating an intimate relationship with a strange man aboard a strange vessel," Anamax said, taking small steps toward the Major and backing her into the ship's hull. "I hope this helps quell your negativity." He waved a pencil thin vial of blue liquid under Carter's nose. She reacted instinctively, but too slowly and felt a burn climb inside her nostrils. Her head swam almost immediately.
***
Sam felt herself being walked like a drunken college girl toward one of the long legged tables. Her pelvis met the table with a muted thud and Anamax pushed her torso roughly to the tabletop. She grunted as she felt the press of Anamax's weight behind and on top of her.
"Don't worry, the mind altering effects of the drug are quite short lived. I want this experience to remain forever clear in your memory," he said. Carter watched her own arms as they were shoved together and bound with a thick, dark rope. She began to feel her senses returning, and struggled to stand. Her captor leaned forward, resting his weight on her again and tightly holding her arms against the tabletop, over her head. Her nose flattened.
Carter then became aware of a pressure against her backside. The pressure quickly became a poke; Anamax thrust his hips forward. He ground his swelling erection against the Major's soft bottom, his hands gripping her thin waist.
With his weight off her back, Carter straightened and quickly turned, pushing Max away with her bound hands. She struggled but was still woozy from the drug; not only was she wobbly, but the drug seemed to be a strong aphrodisiac.
"Samantha, you are simply irresistible," Anamax said. His right hand held her wrists as his left traced the shape of Carter's breast. She shoved him away roughly and stumbled, trying to get away but only floundering.
"Don't touch me again," she said, trying to maintain her balance by leaning on the table.
