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hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-05 04:28 pm
hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-05 04:28 pm
Fic, New Hosts, NC-17, Rosha/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash, 7/24
Chapter 7: Tests
Lantash POV
Bastet is listening to the squeals of one of her offspring - the distance is too great for me to hear all it says, but from what I do get, it is not good. Her smirks confirms it. Apparently the spoiled brat wishes to ascertain his future host has a large manhood.
"Yes, very nice. I agree," I hear her say. Then she nods. "My beloved child wishes to know which of the men are most well-endowed - in erect state. Now!" Bastet orders the Jaffa. She is not known for her patience.
"Yes, my queen!" The Jaffa First Prime bows deeply and motions his men. Stepping closer to the prisoners, they activate their staff weapons, points them at the small group of humans. "Get erect - immediately!" He orders.
My Tokim finds this idiotic, and I agree. Does Bastet really think those poor youngsters can get hard on command? And while Jaffa are pointing weapons at them?
Apparently she realises this, because she bellows another order.
"Have the females assist the males if necessary. Immediately!"
I sigh, feeling ashamed on behalf of my species, but that is almost always the case, when the Goa'uld are around.
Rosha POV
They can't mean that! I am already humiliated, soiled, from showing my naked body in public. Now they want me to, to...no they can't! I won't! I look at the Jaffa, terrified.
"No, please, sir! He is not my husband. I cannot touch him there!"
"Shut up, human! Use that mouth to help do your goddess's bidding!" He pushes me down to my knees in front of the young man to my right - the handsome one with the pale blue-grey eyes.
Not that it matters who it is - it is not the one I was promised to. Of course, he rejected me, blaming me for the attack of the god...goddess...Bastet. Tears fill my eyes as I look up into the eyes of the young man before me.
He smiles kindly - and shyly - at me. Reassuring, almost, even though I see the fear in his eyes as well. Suddenly this is not quite as hard - we are both in this. All of us - the four other humans as well. Besides, very soon we will be no more, so what does it matter?
Gingerly I touch the strange male appendage in front of me. The young man makes a small hiss as I stroke it gently. I almost jump back as it make a small 'jump' between my fingers and begins to swell.
Martouf POV
I swallow and look nervously down at the naked - gorgeous - woman kneeling before me. I cannot believe she is going to touch me there. I don't quite know how to react. I have certainly fantasized about having a naked women touch me.
However, not like this...NOT in public...not under duress. This is not how I imagined it would be.
She looks terrified, and I try to smile reassuringly at her. Try to at least make sure she doesn't fear me - the Jaffa I can do nothing about.
I throw a guilty glance at Seka, wishing very much it was her - and that we were home, having just been married, as I have dreamed of so many times.
Now that will never be.
I am pulled out of my dark thoughts by the feel of the young woman's hands on my shaft, stroking it. A small hiss escape me as I react to her touch, unable not to. I close my eyes, close out the Jaffa - and enjoy the feeling, as guilty as that makes me feel.
Lantash POV
"Enough - they must be fully erect by now!" Bastet orders. "Tell the little whores to let go so my child can see them."
The Jaffa roughly pulls the women aside, making sure nothing blocks the view for Bastet's spoiled brat. It - or he, I guess, since the symbiote obviously wishes for a male host - looks at the young men before him, then squeals something to his queen.
"I agree. Very impressive." Bastet leans closer and listens to what one of her other children says, then waves at the Jaffa. "The light-haired one is acceptable. Send the other males - as well as the females who assisted them - to the breeding world."
I feel sorry for all of them, but there is nothing I can do. I watch as the Jaffa leads four of them out of the room, and takes the two 'chosen ones' over to the rest of the unlucky future hosts. Fifteen have now been chosen, and more than one hundred have been discarded. Bastet's offspring certainly rivals her pickiness - they are extremely difficult to please.
The Jaffa of those symbiotes who have chosen are sitting a little to the side of the group of humans, waiting for their siblings to chose as well so the "hosting ceremony" itself can be completed. The symbiotes are eager, and clearly impatient - I see them pop their heads out of the pouches now and then and squeal. Their future hosts look extremely uncomfortable. I can't say I blame them!
Just as another group of unfortunate humans are led into the room, a Jaffa comes running in and up to Bastet. She looks angrily at him, and he kneels before her, apologizing to her for the interruption and says something to her in a low voice.
She becomes furious! She uses her hand device to throw the unlucky Jaffa against a wall, and I wince at the sickening crack that follows. He falls to the floor, mercifully dead.
"I have been betrayed!" Bastet snarls. "Morrigan is..."
I don't hear what else she was going to say, but I can guess, as a roaring sound is heard above us, followed by an explosion. We are clearly under attack, and everything is soon chaos. People running around, screaming. Parts of the palace are falling around us. There are explosions everywhere.
Our group of Tok'ra tries to get to safety, but everyone has the same idea, and it is difficult to move quickly in this mess. Then, to my horror, I see my beloved Jolinar hit by flying debris, and she is thrown several feet before she lands among the rubble.
Tokim and I are terrified, and forget everything about the danger as we run towards her. We have not come far before a searing pain hits us from behind, and we fall. Darkness takes us before I have time to assess the damage.
Lantash POV
Bastet is listening to the squeals of one of her offspring - the distance is too great for me to hear all it says, but from what I do get, it is not good. Her smirks confirms it. Apparently the spoiled brat wishes to ascertain his future host has a large manhood.
"Yes, very nice. I agree," I hear her say. Then she nods. "My beloved child wishes to know which of the men are most well-endowed - in erect state. Now!" Bastet orders the Jaffa. She is not known for her patience.
"Yes, my queen!" The Jaffa First Prime bows deeply and motions his men. Stepping closer to the prisoners, they activate their staff weapons, points them at the small group of humans. "Get erect - immediately!" He orders.
My Tokim finds this idiotic, and I agree. Does Bastet really think those poor youngsters can get hard on command? And while Jaffa are pointing weapons at them?
Apparently she realises this, because she bellows another order.
"Have the females assist the males if necessary. Immediately!"
I sigh, feeling ashamed on behalf of my species, but that is almost always the case, when the Goa'uld are around.
Rosha POV
They can't mean that! I am already humiliated, soiled, from showing my naked body in public. Now they want me to, to...no they can't! I won't! I look at the Jaffa, terrified.
"No, please, sir! He is not my husband. I cannot touch him there!"
"Shut up, human! Use that mouth to help do your goddess's bidding!" He pushes me down to my knees in front of the young man to my right - the handsome one with the pale blue-grey eyes.
Not that it matters who it is - it is not the one I was promised to. Of course, he rejected me, blaming me for the attack of the god...goddess...Bastet. Tears fill my eyes as I look up into the eyes of the young man before me.
He smiles kindly - and shyly - at me. Reassuring, almost, even though I see the fear in his eyes as well. Suddenly this is not quite as hard - we are both in this. All of us - the four other humans as well. Besides, very soon we will be no more, so what does it matter?
Gingerly I touch the strange male appendage in front of me. The young man makes a small hiss as I stroke it gently. I almost jump back as it make a small 'jump' between my fingers and begins to swell.
Martouf POV
I swallow and look nervously down at the naked - gorgeous - woman kneeling before me. I cannot believe she is going to touch me there. I don't quite know how to react. I have certainly fantasized about having a naked women touch me.
However, not like this...NOT in public...not under duress. This is not how I imagined it would be.
She looks terrified, and I try to smile reassuringly at her. Try to at least make sure she doesn't fear me - the Jaffa I can do nothing about.
I throw a guilty glance at Seka, wishing very much it was her - and that we were home, having just been married, as I have dreamed of so many times.
Now that will never be.
I am pulled out of my dark thoughts by the feel of the young woman's hands on my shaft, stroking it. A small hiss escape me as I react to her touch, unable not to. I close my eyes, close out the Jaffa - and enjoy the feeling, as guilty as that makes me feel.
Lantash POV
"Enough - they must be fully erect by now!" Bastet orders. "Tell the little whores to let go so my child can see them."
The Jaffa roughly pulls the women aside, making sure nothing blocks the view for Bastet's spoiled brat. It - or he, I guess, since the symbiote obviously wishes for a male host - looks at the young men before him, then squeals something to his queen.
"I agree. Very impressive." Bastet leans closer and listens to what one of her other children says, then waves at the Jaffa. "The light-haired one is acceptable. Send the other males - as well as the females who assisted them - to the breeding world."
I feel sorry for all of them, but there is nothing I can do. I watch as the Jaffa leads four of them out of the room, and takes the two 'chosen ones' over to the rest of the unlucky future hosts. Fifteen have now been chosen, and more than one hundred have been discarded. Bastet's offspring certainly rivals her pickiness - they are extremely difficult to please.
The Jaffa of those symbiotes who have chosen are sitting a little to the side of the group of humans, waiting for their siblings to chose as well so the "hosting ceremony" itself can be completed. The symbiotes are eager, and clearly impatient - I see them pop their heads out of the pouches now and then and squeal. Their future hosts look extremely uncomfortable. I can't say I blame them!
Just as another group of unfortunate humans are led into the room, a Jaffa comes running in and up to Bastet. She looks angrily at him, and he kneels before her, apologizing to her for the interruption and says something to her in a low voice.
She becomes furious! She uses her hand device to throw the unlucky Jaffa against a wall, and I wince at the sickening crack that follows. He falls to the floor, mercifully dead.
"I have been betrayed!" Bastet snarls. "Morrigan is..."
I don't hear what else she was going to say, but I can guess, as a roaring sound is heard above us, followed by an explosion. We are clearly under attack, and everything is soon chaos. People running around, screaming. Parts of the palace are falling around us. There are explosions everywhere.
Our group of Tok'ra tries to get to safety, but everyone has the same idea, and it is difficult to move quickly in this mess. Then, to my horror, I see my beloved Jolinar hit by flying debris, and she is thrown several feet before she lands among the rubble.
Tokim and I are terrified, and forget everything about the danger as we run towards her. We have not come far before a searing pain hits us from behind, and we fall. Darkness takes us before I have time to assess the damage.