hathor_girl | Fanfic, Stargate SG-1, Inquisition, 3/13, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, R (Reply)

~ is internal speech

bold is symbiote speaking in symbiote voice

Warning: torture

Sam and Jacob/Selmak had used most of the day gathering information - as carefully as possible - about Martouf and Lantash.

It turned out the story about the warlock that had come to the town was spreading like wildfire. Every had something to say, and everyone was convinced of his guilt and wanted him to burn.

Some insisted they had heard he had put curses on several people, that he had caused animals to die, and milk to sour. Everyone was angry and very very afraid.

This had made gathering intel easier, but it did not bode well for their hope of finding anyone that would help them in any way. They would have to handle the entire rescue on their own, and could trust no one to hide them.

When they returned home for lunch, a messenger was waiting for them.

"You are the Lord Jacsel, who arrived here yesterday?"

"Yes?" Jacob answers, warily. "Who wants to know?"

"Do not fear. I am a messenger from Town leader Riskal. He is most pleased to have such an exalted person as yourself visiting us, and he would like to invite you and your beautiful daughter, Samira, to dinner tonight."

Jacob curses under his breath, since they did not want to draw attention from anyone.

~You cannot say no without it causing suspicion!~ Selmak warns.

~I know. I just really do not need this right now!~ Jacob forces himself to smile. "That is very kind of Town leader Riskal. Please inform him that we are most grateful to accept his kind offer."

"Good. Then you will be picked up at just after sunset tonight."

"I... I see your demon has healed your wounds." the Inquisitor says, looking more than a little shocked. He swallows, then touches his crucifix. "May the lord protect us all from your demonish power!"

"I'm not a demon!" Martouf insists, tiredly, from the rack he has been shackled to. "Why will you not believe me? I do not know why the woman lies, but I saved the child!"

"You still deny it? How can you think anyone will believe that, when your wounds are gone? Never mind! I will put new injuries on you - and those you will not be able to heal so easily!" He picked up the heavy whip. "I think we should soften you up a little with this first, though!" He cackled as he raised the whip and then allowed it to fall against Martouf's back again and again.

Martouf bit together his teeth and endured.

Martouf lets out a whimper as the inquisitor finishes pulling out the last of the nails on his toes.

"You did not like that?" The inquisitor grins evilly. "Well I can assure you I did!"

A worried servant entered the room and threw a nervous, uncomfortable look at first Martouf, with blood flowing down his back and from his toes, and then at the Inquisitor. "I... I was sent by his excellency the City leader Riskal. He wishes to inform you that an important nobleman, and his beautiful daughter, has just arrived in our town. They are visiting, and looking to conduct business. Riskal suspects the nobleman is looking for a husband for his daughter, and since he knows you are looking for a new wife... he thought you might wish to join them for dinner tonight."

"Yes, indeed! That would be perfect! My wedding could be combined with the burning of this warlock. It would be a great reward for my many achievements for this town. Yes, I will be there!"

"Very good, your honor." the servant bows and hurries out.

The inquisitor turns to Martouf, a very pleased smile on his face. "Let us take a look at your fingernails!"

"Let's go sit down for a while, then change for the dinner tonight." Jacob says tiredly, as they enter the inn where they are staying.

"We can't wait much longer!" Sam exclaims, worriedly. She looks around them, then lowers the voice. "We need to save Martouf!"

"I know, sweetheart. We will."

"This place creeps me out! Everyone seems to be looking at us suspiciously. I know it's probably just my imagination - or because they don't know us well - but I feel they're going to jump us at any time!"

"Relax, I don't think they'll dare harm us just like that. There are advantage to appear rich and important." Jacob said, bitterly, keeping his voice low as well.

"Lock the warlock in the cage again tonight, then we shall see tomorrow if he has been able to regrow his nails!" the Inqusitor cackles, and leaves the room.

"Yes, your eminence." the two servants bow deeply and go to unchain Martouf.

Sam and Jacob/Selmak exits the horse-drawn carriage that has picked them up from the inn, and walks to the door of the small mansion owned by the Town leader.

Two men stood at the door, waiting for them. The first one bowed a little, and smiled ingratiatingly at first Jacob, then Sam. "Greetings, honourable Lord Jacsel, and most beautiful lady Samira. I am Riskal, leader of this small Town. Welcome to my mansion."

"Thank you, leader Riskal. We are grateful for the invitation. We know no one here, and we hope to set up trade." Jacob says.

"I am sure we can figure out something." Riskal smiles. "This man beside me is the town's famous inquisitor, master Nittik. No warlock or witch escape him, and he keep our town safe. We are extremely grateful to him and his special skills."

Jacob bows his head to him, and Sam does her best to hide her horrified frown. "It is an honour to meet such an important person."

The Inquisitor, Master Nittik, looks at Sam with open desire, and bows lightly to her, then to Jacob. "The honour is mine."

"Come, come - the food is on the table. We can talk afterwards." Riskal says.

~I don't know how much more I can take of this...~ Martouf observes, exhausted and in pain, as they are standing in the tight cage.

~We must endure, Martouf. I suspect that the nobleman and his daughter that has arrived is Jacob and Samantha. If that is the case, they are here to rescue us.~

~That is encouraging... but how will they do that? If it is only them? I fear they will walk into a trap, and if it is indeed them, then I am terrified what will happen to Samantha, should the Inquisitor decide he wants to make her his.~

~That is true, but Samantha is intelligent and a skilled warrior. No one will easily trick her.~

~You are correct.~ Martouf sighs. ~It is just the thought of her in the clutches of that evil, perverted man is horrifying!~

~It is... I will start to heal our wounds, Martouf. Even if I increase their growth, our nails will take a few days to be back to normal. I do not feel there is any reason to expend energy on that, when it will just give the Inquisitor something to tear off again tomorrow. I will merely heal the damage and then let them regrow naturally. Then I will focus our resources and energy on healing our whipped back and the other wounds.~

~Sounds sensible.~ Martouf 'hugged' Lantash.

"I hope you enjoyed the food." Riskal asks.

"Very much so, Riskal, it was delicious." Jacob says. He throws a look at Sam.

She gets the hint, and smiles at Riskal. "Yes, it was very good, and the wine was fantastic."

Riskal smiles widely. "That is so good to hear. Now, come, there is sweet liqueur and cake in the adjoining room. I thought you and I could talk about those business dealings you wanted to make, dear Lord Jacsel. Then your daughter and master Nittik can talk and get to know each other." Riskal winks.

~What is the idiot talking about?~ Jacob wonders.

~He believes you are looking for a husband for Sam. Have you not realized that yet? He has been making veiled mentions of it all evening - and Nittik seems very interested in her.~

~He is a disgusting creep! He can't talk about anything but himself! And I really wish he hadn't described his methods for making witches and warlocks speak! I would rather marry Sam off to Apophis than to Nittik!~

~Very true, but it may be to our advantage to keep up appearances and pretend we think they are a good match.~

~All right. I hate the idea, but I can see what you mean.~ Jacob sent Riskal a knowing smile. "Of course. That is a good idea." Seeing Sam's reaction, Jacob ads. "May I speak to my daughter in private for a moment first?"

"Of course. Women do not always understand what is best for them. It is a very good sign - and an unusual strength of character - that you take care of making it clear to her immediately." Riskal nods. "Yes, indeed. A very good sign. Come, Nittik, let the good Lord Jacsel speak with his daughter in private."

"Are you crazy?" Sam asks, in a low voice, as soon as they are alone in the room. "Nittik is possibly the most disgusting creep I've seen in a while - he's worse than my ex-fiancee Jonas by several lightyears!"

"I know, and I agree. You just need to play along for a little while. Selmak thinks it'll help us save Martouf if we pretend to get close to Riskal and particularly Nittik."

Sam is quiet for a moment, thinking it over. "Okay, but if he tries anything he gets a knee in the groin and a fist over his nose!"

"He won't try anything... I think. My position as nobleman will keep him in line."

Sam sighs. "I hope you're right. Let's go in there, I guess."

"I am honoured to spend time with you, Lady Samira." Nittik says. "You are so very beautiful. Not like most women on this world, who does not pay attention to their looks." He looks at Sam's deep neckline, fairly drooling over her shapely body and the dress that is much more revealing than Sam wants it to be at that time.

"Thank you, master Nittik. That is very kind of you."

"Please, just call me Nittik." He grins at her, revealing teeth that has clearly never seen a toothbrush.

"Nittik, then." Sam smiles. "You are so... different to other men I have met. So much more..."

"Manly? Powerful? It comes from my work, dear. When you regularly have to overpower witches and warlocks with your superior intellect and strength, it shows."

"That...that is... it must be difficult."

"For most ordinary men it would be, but I was born to do this. I have always known I had this gift." He got a secretive look. "That is not my only gift, if you get my point..."

Sam raised an eyebrow. "Uh?"

"Of course, such a refined woman knows nothing of the natural functions between men and women, but I can assure you that I take care to get much training." He winks. "I can also assure you that the size of my tool is as impressive, as the strength of my appetite."

"That's... interesting." Sam frowns.

"Do not fear, my lady. I will not overwhelm you. With you, I would always be considerate, spending the excess with the servant girls."

"Thank you... that is... most considerate." Sam desperately looks for something to talk about, something that has nothing to do with Nittik, his work, or his sexual prowess. "So...have you ever been to another planet?"

"Another planet? Why would I? They are full of unbelievers. So distressing! No, I stay here!"

"Of course. I understand." Sam sighs. This was going to be a long evening.

Fanfic, Stargate SG-1, Inquisition, 3/13, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, R

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