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hathor_girl) wrote2014-01-25 05:18 pm
Fanfic, Stargate SG-1, A Rescue, 2/3, NC-17, Sam/Martouf/Lantash
"And now we have an exquisite prize! A young woman with rare hair-colour and rare blue eyes! She is also beautiful to look at, and healthier than most! She even has all her teeth! She would be a perfect personal slave, able to bring you the comforts you seek in the night!" The man standing on the platform shouts, as he grabs Sam's chain and pulls her around on the platform for the men to look at.
"Show us what we get!" a Goa'uld with a short black beard shouts, leering at Sam.
The man on the platform grins. "Of course, my Lord." He rips the top off Sam, leaving her breasts bare.
"Very nice! 1000 shesh'ta!" the Goa'uld from before bids.
"That is quite a high starting price..." Lantash whispered to SG-1, then raises his marker and yells. "2000 shesh'ta."
"5000 shesh'ta!" another Goa'uld bids.
"7000 shesh'ta!" Lantash bids, quickly.
"Show us her ass!" a very young Goa'uld shouts.
"Certainly, my Lord!" the man on the platform gives Sam and hard push so she turns her behind to the audience, then he lifts her skirt, showing her naked ass.
~I will kill them for humiliating Samantha like this!~ Lantash seethes.
~I agree, but you must control yourself! If we are to save her, we must behave correctly!~ Martouf reminds him.
"10000 shesh'ta!" the Goa'uld with the black beard shouts.
"12000 shesh'ta!" Lantash quickly counters.
"Is she untouched?" the very young Goa'uld asks.
"She is indeed. We have examined her."
"15000!" the youngster bids, excitedly.
"20000!" Lantash bids.
"21000!" the black-bearded Goa'uld bids.
"25000!" Lantash immediately bids.
"Anyone higher?" the man on the platform asks, when no one says anything for a while. "No? Going first... going second... going third! Sold to Qebui!"
"Thank god!" Daniel whispers.
"To thank you for paying this record sum, we will give you a delicious dinner with our best wines, and then you can spend the night with your new slave in the best room in the best of our guesthouses. We will provide all this!" the man on the platform shouts.
People cheer, and Lantash bows his head. "Thank you. I look forward to it!"
"Uhm, what?" Jack asks, when Lantash goes to pay.
"I cannot turn that down without arousing suspicion." Lantash says.
"Sure, but...okay, it doesn't mean you have to...ah, sleep with her, does it?" Jack asks.
"I will have to mate with her, if that is what you are asking. I must keep up appearances, or we will all be killed - and Samantha will belong to some Goa'uld Lord. Do you want that?" Lantash says, in a low voice.
"No, but..." Jack begins.
"There is nothing more to say." Lantash leaves to pay.
Martouf/Lantash had been served a very delicious meal, and the wine had been as good as the locals had promised.
"More food or drink, my Lord?" the servant asks. He had almost hidden look of fear that most slaves and servants that often met Goa'uld, had.
"No, this was satisfactory." Lantash says, wishing people did not always look like they were afraid he would kill them, when he pretended to be Goa'uld.
~I understand, but it is useful. It is what saves Tok'ra when they are undercover. That we can pretend to be Goa'uld.~
~I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it.~
"Then, I would like to inform you that your room and your comfort slave is ready."
"Good. Take me to my room."
Another servant appeared as if out of no where, and lead Lantash to his room. He opened the door for him, and bowed deeply as Lantash steps inside. "I hope all is satisfactory?"
Lantash looks around the place quickly. It is quite luxurious. A large bed with silk coverings, a beautiful and comfortable looking couch, a bookcase with choice literature - erotic, most likely, a dresser, a closet, a large table, and a couple chairs. A door at the other end probably leads to a bathroom.
"It is. I will bathe first, then send in the female."