Stargate Sg1: the Games

Stargate SG1: The Games

"Howdy folks."

Jack O'Neil grinned as he rested his arms across the MP5 to be as non-threatening as possible.

"Welcome. I am Aegeus."

The little man dressed in rectangular lengths of pale-colored linen held in place with ornate clasps. He greeted them enthusiastically.

"You are also of the Tau'ri. The others said you would come.

You are here for the games?"

Jack squinted against the glaring bright alien sunlight and slipped on his sunglasses.

"The games. Yes. Absolutely. Love a good game."

Jack glanced at the others questioningly.

"Games?"

"No idea Sir," Sam said.

"SG2 never mentioned anything about games."

"These games?

Are they an athletic competition?"

Daniel stepped forward his curiosity triggered.

"Yes. A full day of competition by the finest athletes in honor of our God."

Jack winced at the mention of a God. But SG2's mission reports had been clear. No evidence of Gou'ald or Jaffa activity.

"We're here to trade." He said uninterested in Daniels's evident excitement.

"We have medicines and other things you can use in exchange for a mineral you have.

Our people mentioned this on their last visit."

"The Naquadah.

Yes. Yes. We can discuss that after the games. Are you all taking part, or just one of you?"

Sam smiled and looked down as she felt the man's eyes favoring her.

"We're more of the spectator sort. Not so much the participating kinda folk." Jack responded.

"But you are great warriors are you not? Your attire has the look of warriors."

"Oh yeah. Great warriors. Very great. But only in self-defense."

"All the friendly worlds send competitors. Their best warriors. It is the way.

Perhaps the female warrior..."

Sam jumped in before Jack could say anymore.

"Actually Sir. Perhaps one of us should take part.

I mean it'd be good for building a rapport with these people."

"Indeed," Teal'c added.

"Feeling competitive Captain?"

"Getting involved with a big social event has to be the best way to make friends. Show we value their customs."

"She has a point," Daniel said.

"This is the Olympics. As it really was. It's a fantastic opportunity to study Ancient Greek culture."

O'Neill studied his colleague for a moment. Daniel's effervescence for anything cultural never ceased to amaze him.

"The Olympics you say."

He turned back to Carter.

"Okay. Go ahead. Olympic away. Knock yourself out, Carter."

Sam looked positively excited.

"Aegeus. Will you accept me as a competitor?"

"Absolutely. It will be an honor. The other worlds have all sent men. You will be the only off-world female competing.

Please. Come this way. The games will start soon. You must be ready."

Sam handed her weapons to Teal'c and followed Argeus.

Jack watched her walk away.

"I thought only men participated in the Olympics back in the day."

"Well, actually women were allowed to take part in sporting events during the Classical Period," Daniel explained.

"In fact, there were the Hera games specifically for women. Women were second-class citizens. They weren't allowed in the actual Olympics. But it stands to reason there will have been some divergence in over five thousand years."

Jack's attention had drifted long before Daniel finished talking, instead assessing the environment and considering defensive positions. Everything appeared harmless but it was his instinct to be prepared. He didn't doubt Teal'c would be doing the same.

The arena was a grass oval with stone seating rising gently upwards on three sides. The Stargate sat at the far end as though looking out on the events. An eye that silently watched the participants and audience alike.

Daniel found it fascinating. A people straight out of history, walking, talking breathing. They were dressed in white or pale-coloured clothing. Just simple loose-fitting drapes with little that denoted status or wealth. They looked happy and well-fed. Moreover, they seemed excited about the games that were to commence.

"This is fascinating," Daniel said.

"This is the first Greek-inspired culture we've come across. Imagine. An opportunity to observe the birth of democracy..."

"They kept slaves." Jack reminded him.

He was more concerned now with resting his knee and keeping the sun out of his eyes. Along with Teal'c, he found a suitable place to sit. Daniel could study culture and ancient artefacts all he wanted but once this charade was over, he wanted to talk Naquadah mining. That was his job and the only reason they were here, to procure materials that could benefit the protection of Earth.

"Yes. Quite."

Daniel turned away and looked up at the hills. To Jack, it was obvious he was just itching to see close up the stone temples and houses they could see dotted in the distance amongst the greenery.

Jack unhooked his gun and sat it down. He didn't care about ancient cultures and was just happy to soak up the warm sun until someone was ready to talk about mining rights. He resigned himself to a boring day with only the bonus of seeing Sam whoop a few arses.

Aegeus pulled the tent opening aside and ushered Sam inside.

"You change out of your things in here.

The exit to the arena is over there. Follow the others when it is time."

He pointed to the far side of the tent but Sam wasn't looking.

"Oh."

She flushed red at the sight greeting her. Girls, either already naked or in the process of removing their Peplos, the long tunics the women typically wore. One almost next to Carter was busy with stretching exercises that made her small tits jiggle and exposed her butt and pussy as she bent forward. Sam averted her eyes quickly.

"What am I changing in...

Wait...". Vague pictures from old history books suddenly flashed through her mind and the realisation hit her like a steam train.

"Do we compete naked?"

Aegeus looked a little surprised.

"Is that not the way on your world?"

"Er... no. We wear clothes, shorts..." Carter got that sinking feeling as she realized this was a major mistake.

"No. No. That won't do at all. All competitors have to be naked."

"The men as well?"

Sam felt her stomach churn. A thousand butterflies took flight and her knees weakened.

"Everyone." Aegeus seemed annoyed at any other suggestion.

Sam took another glance around realizing that backing out now would offend Aegeus and end any possibility of negotiating access to the planet's valuable Naquadah deposits.

"Now hurry. The games are about to begin."

Sam hardly noticed the little man as he hurried away. Instead, she was fixated on the dilemma facing her.

"Oh crap."

With little option Carter peeled her uniform away, glancing around at the other girls. It wasn't that she was concerned with being naked amongst them. No different from a communal shower in the Air Force. But she would have to go outside in front of an audience, in front of the rest of SG1, and participate in the games. In front of Jack. That was a whole different issue.

She wondered again if she should back out. But that risked offending Aegeus. It could ruin their opportunity for a trade deal. Reluctantly, Carter decided the Naquadah was more important than her modesty.

"The mission first." She muttered.

With the last of her clothes neatly folded, she glanced down at her vulva. She'd already noticed it was normal for this culture to retain their pubic hair. It wasn't much but it did help retain a tiny piece of modesty. Sam, however, saw her own fully exposed pussy with its clear pinkness on full display. She cursed the grooming regime that followed modern trends of ensuring she was waxed smooth. And she wished her boobs were smaller. She flushed crimson.

"Not your finest hour Sam."

"You knew?" O'Neil glared at Jackson.

"Well no I didn't know. Not for certain. But it was normal in Greek games for the competitors to be naked. In art heroes and warriors are always depicted naked. It shows status. Higher social classes are depicted undressed to show their place in society. In games, it's to expose the muscle structure and show body form for the audience to appreciate."

"Oh, it's exposing Sam's... Muscle structure a plenty. Don't ya think?"

"I do not think Captain Carter will be 'appreciating' it." Teal'c offered.

"And you didn't think to mention this?" Jack ignored Teal'c.

"I wasn't sure." Daniel protested

"Sam had committed. If she backed out it would have offended our hosts."

"You could have warned her."

O'Neil stared for a moment before turning his eyes back to the arena.

"Everyone... just look at the other competitors. That's an order."

Daniel was silent for a moment, then.

"We should video the events. There so much we could learn..."

"Daniel.

If I so much as see the camera in your hand I will personally remove your eyes with my fingers."

Sam kept her sight straight as she followed the parade. They exited the tent into bright sunshine, her bare feet cushioned only by the short thick grass.

From the adjoining tent, a procession of men joined them. Each was as naked as Sam and the others, their muscles rippling as they walked.

Sam fought to keep her eyes up and forward but couldn't help but snatch occasional glances at the sudden display of cock on perfect bodies that was now presenting itself.

The two groups merged into an alternating male-female order and they paraded in a full circuit of the arena that passed right by Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c. Just three individuals in a crowd of hundreds, all with a clear view of her body. Blood rushed to her cheeks, a hot prickle alerting her to the display of embarrassment that reached down over her shoulders and onto the top of her tits. Worse, her nipples hardened in further betrayal as the river of eyes fell on her.

There were at least twenty-five other competitors but in Sam's head, she stood out as though raised on a pedestal for all to see. Her flesh pickled and she fought against the desire to scream and run for cover.

Moreover, she struggled not to look at the peachy butt just in front of her. Thighs of steel, a shapely back with defined muscle structure, separated by two firm bum cheeks. And of course, the occasional glimpse of his ball bag swinging between his legs sent a quiver of misplaced excitement through Sam.

Finally, they completed the circuit and stood in a row facing the audience over a small circular platform. Aegeus stood just beyond it.

Sam held herself upright, resigned to having her tits studied by her team members. She determined that if she was to be admired she would look her best. She pushed her blonde hair back and glanced up at the blue sky. It was hot. At least there was the benefit of not being wrapped in her BDU.

"And now. Our guest of honor." Aegeus called out.

Sam tensed at the unexpected but familiar sound of a ring platform.

"Oh crap."

The rings rose from the platform in front of her as she cursed herself for not spotting its true purpose. They hovered momentarily as the space filled with a flash of light before fading away to leave an instantly recognizable form.

The rings dropped and the Goddess Hathor stood proudly, surveying the area. Sam froze. It was unlikely she'd spot her amongst the other competitors but the uniforms of SG1 would be hard to miss.

She turned her eyes to the audience, seeking out her team. Somehow, they'd vanished and she heaved a sigh of relief.

"Knell before your God."

Hathor's voice resonated with the signature Goa'uld depth and her eyes glowed red as she spoke.

The competitors and audience alike sunk to their knees in an admiring deference to the System Lord. Sam reluctantly followed their lead.

The first competition was the two-hundred-meter foot race. Running the length of the stadium in a test of speed. For Sam, it was another learning curve. Running naked with anything other than a flat chest was uncomfortable. Like two jelly molds that seemed to have expanded to huge size, her tits bounced and swung, stretching the fibrous flesh that held them against her rib cage. By halfway, they hurt.

Military training and vast experience of running from the enemy since traveling through the gate easily pushed Sam to the front of the pack despite her handicap. The male competitors were naturally stronger and ahead of the women but the scoring was weighted to even the disparity. Sam had pulled away from the women and held her own with the men to come third. Top position out of the female competitors. A position she was more than pleased with.

She rubbed her aching tits as she walked back for the next competition. She glanced around at the other girl. They mostly had a far more suited build for this than she did. They carried more muscle and all except one were smaller breasted. One particularly boyish-looking girl, though not unattractive, was almost flat and Sam instinctively noted her as serious competition.

With a little time to recover her breath, she was thrown into the Javelin contest next. They participated in the order of the previous event which meant Sam's turn was fourth and before the other girls.

She was confident with the javelin. She held it high and balanced and began her run. Again her tits bounced with each stride, distracting her as unrestrained they took up a rhythm against her chest.

She released the spear and watched it sail ahead. This time a purposefully mediocre attempt that landed just ahead of mid-field. Enough to ensure honor was served, not enough to attract unwanted attention.

Happy with her effort she turned back and walked clear of the field. She could see Hathor sitting upright where she had a clear view of the arena. Her elaborately colored clothing and red hair stood out against the rest of the spectators. The gold headdress gleamed in the bright sunlight light like a beacon.

There was no sign of SG1.

Jack lay low, watching through his monocular. He could see Sam, naked as the day she was born swinging a discus. Long-toned legs, spread wide for balance with taut muscles to feed her throw. For a moment Daniel's words rang in his head. "Naked... to show muscle structure and body form." Well, it was certainly doing that.

He resisted watching her tits swing as she hurled the heavy metal disc and scanned across the area.

"Six Jaffa." He muttered.

"Spread out."

"It would seem that Hathor has not recognized Captain Carter." Teal'c offered.

"Not yet." Daniel wasn't confident that wouldn't change at any moment.

Jack made a decision.

"Okay. She's safe.

We wait."

"What?

Jack. What if Hathor does realize who she is?" Daniel protested.

"Then we go in. But for all we know Princess Snakehead will just enjoy the show and move on. Then Sam can walk out unscathed and we can all go home in time for supper.

Do you think they'll have meatloaf in the canteen?" He added thoughtfully.

The games filled most of the day. Sam purposefully kept her performance restrained, finishing near the top of the women but never challenging the men even where she could. As she'd expected, the boyish-looking girl came out in front of the women and she cursed under her breath that she hadn't been able to risk challenging her seriously.

Now they lined up as they had at the start and Hathor walked the line of athletes while Aegeus stood waiting for her commands. Sam could see the men falling under the spell of Hathor's naturally occurring Nish'ta pheromones as she looked them up and down. She averted her eyes as cocks hardened and rose in front of their muscular bodies, excited both by her beauty and by the airborne drug that Sam knew she would be wafting amongst them.

Hathor admired them each in turn, her eyes carefully studying their manhood without the slightest embarrassment. The women she gave a more courteous look over, hesitating only at Sam.

For a moment she thought she'd been recognized, but she moved on until she stood at the end of the line.

"Bring them to us for our entertainment." Hathor pointed to three of the men that impressed her most. Then she looked straight at Sam.

"And bring that one as well."

Sam felt her heart skip but she kept her face stoic still unsure if she'd been recognized. She just prayed Aegeus didn't address her by name.

A Jaffa appeared from nowhere and jabbed her forward with his Staff Weapon. With no options, she obediently joined the men on the ring platform. She glanced up at the hills and wondered where the others were. Rescue was getting further away she realised as a blinding flash of transport obliterated her vision of the planet.

"Oh for crying out loud."

Jack saw the whole show from their position up on the small hill. He'd watched Hathor select her three willing slaves and he'd seen Sam herded to the ring platform by the Jaffa.

Now they were gone. Aboard a mothership somewhere in orbit.

"They still do not know we are here. It will be simple to ring aboard." Teal'c offered.

"And then a simple task of taking out a thousand Jaffa, avoiding Hathor's magic potion, and rescuing Sam from the dungeon."

"Daniel." Jack glared.

"We've done it before."

"Indeed." Teal'c offered in support.

"The Ring Room will be lightly guarded. We take them out. Find Sam and sneak out. No need to go near Hathor."

Daniel sighed. He'd rather have taken their chances here on the planet in the open but there was no choice.

Sam gazed around Hathor's private quarters. A plush and colorful room fit for the Egyptian Queen goddess this alien masqueraded as. In the center, a large circular platform stood, padded out with luxurious blankets and cushions. It was a stage by any other name. A stage she realized with growing anxiety that she would be expected to perform at any moment. There could be no other reason she had been selected as it still appeared Hathor had not identified her as Taur'i.

Hathor walked slowly past the three men. The effect she had on them was instant and obvious.

"You will entertain us. We will enjoy the experience with you. And the athlete that pleases me most will travel with us, performing for us personally when it is desired."

She let her hand brush across the chest of each as she spoke to reinforce her power and instill the desire to be the chosen one. Sam looked in horror as their cocks sprung to attention, eager to please her in any way she directed. But Sam knew she was to be their first target. A demonstration model for their prowess as Hathor watched and decided which one would service her in the longer term.

"You girl." Her eyes glowed as she looked upon Sam.

"Be sure you test them well. I have no need of you and it will be unfortunate if you are the source of my displeasure."

Sam avoided her eyes and turned to the scene of her terror. In her head, a silent voice screamed out for Jack and the others to rescue her.

Three men surrounded her as she climbed into the center of the bed and took a breath to steady her nerves. Three powerful athletes with bodies sculptured as perfectly as any Ancient Greek statue Sam had seen were moving towards her like a pack of wolves surrounding their prey.

Every sinew of her body tensed, ready and wanting to fight her way out. To escape. But there were no weapons and the three athletes were in Hathor's thrall. They would overpower her no matter what. And then there were the two Jaffa watching her intently. If by some miracle she could overcome the Greeks, a staff weapon would be waiting to cut her down.

And there was another problem. A tiny part of her relished the opportunity to be fucked. To have her body ravished how it had so rarely been. And not just by one man, but three. All of them determined to prove their prowess to their Goddess. She knew it would be intense.

"Oh my."

Her mind spun with confusion, trying to weigh the desire rushing through her bloodstream against her inner voice that screamed its empty protest. 'No'.