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'.
