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It had been a month since Hathor had conquered the SGC. Much like Apophis had done in another timeline where he took the style of his slain foe Sokar as his own, so had she adopted Earth fashion for her own uses. These days she wore sweater jackets and blazers along with long skirts to accentuate her fine figure. The only man she would ever allow to see more of her now was her pharaoh, ever a fierce advocate for her to Colonel O'Neill, Teal'c, and the still defiant women who saw her for what she was, and a man so very docile in the bedroom.

Her existence was a secret to all save the immediate personnel and none other but the president. She remembered when General Hammond still unaware of her pheromones swimming in his blood, formally invited him to meet their new ally completely on his own as a bid to win her favor, describing her as someone who would help them win against the Goa'uld. When she smiled at that decision, he looked like a lost puppy who was just given a treat.

And she wasn't displeased at the president's reaction when he first laid eyes upon her either. He had to catch himself, he was ambivalent hearing the news of a Goa'uld actually willing to help them, but he hadn't expected her to be so beautiful. It was enough to shatter his unease at working with one of the creatures. She boldly strode on over to him and cupped his cheek, he had the air of a little boy with his first crush. Daniel had been present, and so devoted to her now, he felt more than a little jealous even after all he had done with her. And when she took his hand and kissed it, it was all over for him.

“It would be best for you to remain here with us,” she said to the president. “We mean to make war on the other System Lords. And this location is the safest part of your nation from their armies.”

“Yes...yes, Miss Hathor,” the president said, nodding and looking away from her. Her eyes momentarily flashed gold from having broken this man just like that. She knew she had to rebuild her new order from scratch and that it would take some time, but that brief flicker of her true alien nature came from glee at just how easy it was becoming. This man in particular with all his power bowing down now before her to serve her every whim might as well have built her empire himself.

He looked so servile then that she was surprised he didn't bow down to her on his own. What she said to him wasn't true, but she couldn't take the risk of him being away from her now. Her power only worked when within a close proximity to her. The men here were still completely under her thrall and the women knew better than to cross her now, so nobody, let alone him, would believe any story of her witchy voodoo, but she couldn't take the chance of the man in charge of the strongest country on Earth escaping her control. If he were to return to the White House, he would be fascinated by her and try to control her, as any man in his position of power would try to do, instead of begging for the chance to grovel at her feet.

Though no man here in this country, let alone the world, would ever bear the honor of being her lover. None save her pharoah. She kept him around wherever she went now. His new status as a Jaffa was explained away to everyone as being a gift, the same justification for when she rebranded Jack O'Neill as her First Prime. She remembered the look on his face when she embraced him with her bodice again, the implied threat on what she might do to Daniel or any of his other friends was enough to make him submit. Nor could he disobey an order from her when she held the mind of the president under her thrall. Even after he received a pouch again, she could read the defiance on his face. Yet it was nothing compared to the soul crushing despair when she had him sit in the hot tub and have one of her and Daniel's larval children embed itself inside of him.

Such misery would make him serve her well. It didn't matter what he thought of her, so long as he completed every task she set out for him to do. It was her vengeance upon him for daring to break free and try to stand up against her. And with a common enemy between them and his mind awash with unspeakable horrors on what she might do to everyone he cared about if he dared deviate from the slightest of her instructions, he wouldn't try and do anything stupid like put himself out of his misery to spite her either.

Teal'c was familiar with servitude. He had been under Apophis' yolk of submission for so long that when he finally made the decision to break free so long ago on Chulak, he felt reborn again, a new man. But being in this situation reawakened all too many horrible feelings and memories.

Free of one System Lord, only to serve another. The stigma of the shol'va was a useful social contruct the Goa'uld had developed to control his people, but now being forced to kneel before another one and powerless to fight, he would truly feel the shame in his very bones. His commiseration with O'Neill, a man with a similar fate and feelings, would serve as an outlet for their frustrations as opposed to them actually rebelling against their goddess. As long as they followed her orders, everything would work according to plan.

Though with their fellows being slowly turned, the threat of being shamed as a shol'va soon became real. Once per day, she would take one of the human men in the base to her personal quarters. The looks on their faces at being chosen, it was like they were invited for their first time with a girl. But when they stepped out, they had been remade into Jaffa, implanted with her and Daniel's children of which there were no shortage of these days, transformed into loyal warriors ready to die for her. Whatever their names were, their memories, who they were, none of that mattered. They might as well have been zombies, they were all so unified in their newfound zeal to their new goddess.

All that taken care of, the only thread left for her was the issue of the upstart Captain Samantha Carter. She wasn't worried about Dr. Fraiser or any of the other women, it was their place to serve no matter how they would grovel about it. But only Carter had seen through the ruse at first, had dared to defy her so. Even after being thwarted once, she was unrelenting. She had to be dealt with.

Hathor was in General Hammond's office when she requested a meeting alone with Carter. The general promptly called the captain, and when there was a delay in her arrival, they both got worried. But they needn't have bothered, she was being escorted by two female soldiers. Whatever they had felt about their situation, they had accepted their place a long time ago.

“I'm sorry Captain,” said one of the women.

“You may leave us,” said Hathor, looking right at General Hammond. He looked at Sam. They locked eyes for a moment and Sam, hoped there was some fight left, that this would be the time he snapped out of her spell. He still dressed like he always did in the customary Air Force officer's uniform. It betrayed nothing of how where his navel had been there was now a starfish shaped pouch and a Goa'uld symbiote swimming inside of it.

And so that hope was in vain. His eyes were as clear as ever, but it might as well have been a mask for how enthralled his heart had become. Sam shuddered at the process of it, what controlled and subservient thoughts were now running through his head.

She thought to say something to him, but his face flashed with a steely cold, silencing her immediately. Instead, he looked back at Hathor, quickly nodded and left with the two soldiers, shutting the door behind him.

“What do you want?” Sam said. “You here to finally kill me?”

“If we wanted you dead, it would have been done a long time ago. And...” She advanced slowly towards her. Sam backed up, not sure what she wanted. Death was one thing, but she knew this woman had an appetite for sadism, she knew her kind. When Hathor closed the difference between them and the Goa'uld only smiled, her back was against the door. “You are far more useful to us alive.”

“I won't be leverage for my friends! Maybe I should take my own life. Let's see how obedient everyone is when they see my corpse! Not even Daniel will still obey you afterwards.”

“Do not forget I hold your leader's judgment in my hands.”

“If Hammond won't snap out of it, then I'll do you in myself. We'll retake this place and...”

“Your true leader,” she said, in a brass-flanged voice as her eyes turned gold. Carter already knew who she was talking about. The president. “If you take your life, then your Dr. Fraiser, your other friends who dared stand against us, and Colonel O'Neill and that shol'va will march to Chulak to kill Apophis. If they succeed, then we will send them to kill Osiris, and Cronus, and Sokar.” Hathor didn't know that Osiris was currently trapped in a jar in the ruins of a pyramid here on Earth, and certainly didn't expect anyone to survive the infernal wastes of Sokar's domain. That didn't keep her from listing the names of other System Lords.

Sam didn't know who most of them were either. But she understood the meaning well enough. Hathor intended to send them on suicide missions. And in such a state of fascination, she could easily convince the president that Carter's death by suicide was due to a Goa'uld attack.

“And if they die, we will have a new First Prime,” said Hathor. “Not to mention all the other things we can do to the people of this world.” Sam gulped at the thought of it. She was shaken in horror at the thought of what would have happened to the captured people of Abydos if SG-1 hadn't been present. Apophis had ordered them killed in cold blood. This woman, this thing, was just as vicious.

“Everyone else here is replaceable. But we will not let you go either.”

That same high-minded tone and almost robotic speak in her bass flanged echo did nothing to mask the obvious malice in those words. “What do you mean?” Carter said.

Hathor cupped Sam's cheek, stroked her blonde hair affectionately, and she backed up. Hathor grabbed her shoulder and held her in place, a contrast to the gentle touches she was giving her face. The physical strength of a Goa'uld was just another card she held in her deck over these Tau'ri.

And there was yet another card she had yet to reveal.

“Why did you defy us from the beginning?” she said in her normal voice, almost sounding like a concerned mother.

“You're a Goa'uld! And you drugged my friends!”

Hathor chuckled to herself. She wasn't expecting much of an answer and the captain didn't disappoint. That's what she liked about her. It was that same spirit that made her the closest woman to ever taking her down.

“We will make you an offer. Come to our bed tonight.”

“What?” Sam said flatly, even in her situation. She couldn't believe it.

Hathor couldn't believe it herself. She always preferred male consorts, their sex drives made them easy to manage in addition the practical use of their genetics when coupled with hers. She knew about women who preferred women to men too, and they just as easy to brainwash as men, but seldom did she have a use for them save as footsoldiers. Yet the brave spirit before her could serve so many uses.

If Carter did not like women, she could be made to like women. Even her own natural aphrodisiacs on their own were not potent enough to bend one's preferences. But domination could break anyone, make them yearn for their oppressor. And together with her pheromones, she would take this defiant woman, have her beg for the chance to fall on her knees worship Hathor as a goddess in a way that no man ever had.

“You will not be required to do so, and if you obey us, nothing here will change. But we would make you the offer all the same.”

Still stroking Sam's face, Hathor leaned in close and put her lips to the captain's ear. She blew a stream of the pink mist deep inside, and it traveled right to her brain. Sam's head was filled with a fuzzy lightness before she felt her body relax almost instantly. She knew what the Goa'uld was doing.

That didn't change the physiological responses going overdrive in her body. Her blood vessels dilated and widened, lowering her blood pressure while her heartbeat quickened, fluttering with joy at having this woman so close to her. It didn't change the nervous sweat forming on her brow and every hair on her body standing up on end. And most of all, she couldn't just will away the hardening of her nipples and the moistness forming in her pussy.

Hathor felt Sam's body slacken and let go of her shoulder. She stuck out her tongue and licked the outer rim of her ear from top to bottom in one quick stroke. The instant she licked her, a voice in the back of Sam's head screamed at her to fight, that if she didn't it would be too late, but it was muffled by the warmth of Hathor's hot breath on her skin. She licked her ear again, this time very slowly trailing her tongue along the inner rim and moaning sweetly as she did so before she jammed the end of the wet muscle straight into the opening.

Hathor knew that if Sam was going to fight, it would be now. She darted her hand to one of the captain's before she had a chance to react and clasped onto it tightly, not letting go. She chuckled to herself, feeling Sam's body shaking with a nervous giddiness, as she wedged her tongue inside as far as possible and twisted and turned it just right. Sam simply had to back herself up against the wall to keep herself steady.

She took her tongue out the ear and for several moments, looked at Sam's face. She had that mix of heartstopping fear and once in a lifetime bliss on her expression. Sam felt it too, but could not, would not, give Hathor the satisfaction of responding to that touch.

And the temptress didn't mind one bit. Eager to tempt her more, Hathor licked Sam's earlobe, curling her tongue around it before she gently nibbled on it. She hoped the captain would willingly break her restraint and embrace her captor, but when she didn't, the queen was content to slowly unravel her as she was doing now.

Without any reaction from Sam, Hathor moved her lips to her cheek and firmly kissed her, leaving her mouth on the captain's lips for several seconds that lasted far too long. She unclasped her hand and moved it to the other side of the face, slowly stroking her like they were in love. When she took her lips off, there was a red lip imprint behind, every little line and crease had been stained on Sam's face like a tattoo, and there was a little bit of a drip too.

Hathor moved her head so she was looking Sam right in the eyes now. Sam immediately looked away nervously, but when the woman kept looking at her, she gazed back. She knew she shouldn't have felt the way she did, but all she could think was just how beautiful Hathor was right then. Sam knew it was the pheromones still addling her brain not to mention all that teasing the woman had just gave her, but none of that dispelled how safe she felt looking right back into her eyes.

Their faces were only inches from each other. Deep down, a gnawing perverted side inside of Sam hoped that Hathor would kiss her right on the lips despite knowing actively how wrong that was. Fortunately for her, Hathor was feeling that predatory right now.

Hathor leaned forward and pressed her lips right on Sam's. They were unbelievably soft on her own, nothing as harsh as the notorious reputation of a System Lord. Nor was her mouth quick and rapacious, she brushed her lips against Carter's slow and gently. She wriggled against the Goa'uld's amorous advance, but Hathor kept brushing her lips against hers. It already felt good enough much to her chagrin, but the simplicity of the motions coupled with the curiosity of her newfound attraction made her feel foolish and even wrong for wanting to resist, as if she was a bratty child that was misbehaving for some stupid reason.

Something snapped in her when she first kissed back. Hathor had closed her eyes long ago, clearly into this embrace, but Sam still kept hers open, she knew it was foolish to feel that safe around this woman and knew she needed to be on alert. But despite knowing that, she did indeed feel that safe with her right now.

The instant it became clear to Sam that Hathor was addling the minds of her male companions, she felt more than a bit of anger and resentment towards them. Veteran soldiers and officers riding high on the coattails of nepotism alike were willing to throw in with a Goa'uld based on her word alone and defending her from every criticism. Even after she learned the source of her power, she still felt more than a bit of irritation. But now she clearly understood just why her fellows had easily surrendered to her.

As she brushed her lips back against her captor's, Hathor opened her mouth. Far more than a stream now, she blew what must have been a plume of thick smoke down her throat. Sam tasted more of that sweet pink breath and without thinking opened her mouth to catch more. And she did catch more. Not only more of the Goa'uld queen's delicious poison, but also her tongue.

That embrace was slow to start as Hathor took her time in exploring the captain's mouth. Sam let her do so but rationalized it in the back of her mind that she was doing this just to sate her captor's perverted desires. Yet that did nothing to slow the beating of her heart or the ache in her vagina.

When it became clear that Hathor wasn't going to stop anytime soon, Sam slowly kissed back, wrapping her tongue around hers. At that, the Goa'uld sped up her technique, much to the captain's chagrin. Sam tried backing her head away, but Hathor leaned in, still kissing her deeply. Even as Sam had hoped to resist her as much as possible, all she could think was how good it felt and savored every sweet sensation.

Hathor opened her eyes and they flashed golden. Sam's eyes still open looked right back into them for several moments, seeing all of the arrogance and malice laid bare in those eyes. Feeling more than a little intimidated, she closed hers, and started kissing back more earnestly to placate her. Hathor closed her eyes again and chuckled through their kiss.

As they continued sucking face, Sam's resistance had been worn down to a mere thread. Body and mind she was kissing Hathor back with just as much passion as her captor had given her. The mist had done it's work from the beginning, making every nerve ending susceptible to this woman's touch, but now that Sam felt she had no choice, it was easy to surrender to the new and exciting feelings she hadn't felt with anyone in so long as opposed to the natural dread anyone would feel being in the presence of a Goa'uld overseer. She simply told herself that she just had to hold out for one second longer, but with every second, she wanted to give in more and more.

The Goa'uld leaned forward so that her stomach was right up against Sam's. The captain didn't take any notice of it at first, she felt relieved both in her own feelings of desire welling up inside of her and feeling so much safer now that Hathor hadn't hurt her at all. But then she remembered that this woman did indeed have a bodice to turn people into Jaffa.

It didn't matter to Sam that her stomach was still covered. O'Neill had told her about the transformation device, she had seen the horror in his eyes as his voice faltered, and that was enough. Suddenly in a fit of fear, she pushed Hathor back.

Hathor didn't trip up on her feet one bit, the inherent strength a Goa'uld granted to their host was always impressive. Despite being resisted so, her face was twisted in a wicked smile. Her lipstick was smudged around her mouth, and Sam hated to think just how much of it had gotten on her in that heated embrace.

“I won't let you turn me into something else!” Sam said.

Hathor actually threw her head back in laughter at the thought of turning this one into a Jaffa. She had no intention of doing so, but even in this kind of situation, the captain's wits hadn't abandoned her. “There are so many other things we would do to you instead.” She licked her lips. Sam's face colored with anger and embarrassment but she held her cool. Hathor walked past her to the door. Before she opened it, she turned to Sam. “You know where our bedroom is. Wear something nice for us tonight, will you?”

“You said earlier that I didn't have to do anything with you.”

“And that statement is still true. But we would insist that you wear something nice for us.” She opened the door and bowed, allowing Sam to leave. 

Sam was tempted to thwap this woman in the skull, but she knew that move could be deadly. She still recognized what kind of a foe any one Goa'uld could be, but this one being so devious, she didn't want to chance it right now. Her physical strength, her technology no doubt was somewhere on her person, and how easy it would be to call for backup if things didn't go to plan. Instead she turned and left as fast as possible. She saw some of her fellow female insurgents, but after what had just happened, she dared not look at them.

When she got back to her room, Sam looked in the mirror. Just as she had feared, Hathor had left her marks upon her. A wet kiss mark on her cheek that was still dripping down her skin and red smudges all over her lips and mouth. Ignoring how turned on she was at the sight of her reflection like that, she went to work cleaning all of it off.

After her face was clean, she sat down in her bed and waited for something to happen. That incident had been the first time Hathor had formally requested her presence for anything. Despite the women being the sole insurgents, there had been no guard posted to Sam's room ever since the president's mind was broken. They and everyone else was free to go wherever they pleased. But knowing how they were under alert at all times, they kept to themselves, only speaking with Jack and Teal'c in the privacy of their rooms. The only real restriction her retinue had was that they were denied the use of any guns. As Jack was now her First Prime, in lieu of the presence of hard naquadah, the scientists here were already working on a makeshift staff weapon substitute for him.

Hathor had allowed them such freedom in complete confidence. She had won and whatever threats to her life were under total surveillance. If they tried anything, there was always the threat of punishment on those they held dear. She smiled to herself when she made that announcement. It was a choice someone as devious as Ba'al would have approved of.

But now Sam knew that anything could happen. So she waited, ready to fight if the time came. That alarm did nothing to disquiet the raging feelings in her body. Not only lust, but also a strange tenderness remembering Hathor's touches. When several hours passed and nothing happened, Sam started to finally relax a bit. That only left her with the problem of just how wet she was. Locking the door just in case, she tucked herself under the covers and dipped her fingers into her moist pussy.

At first she tried to think of men, of every single guy she ever kissed or fucked or crushed on. It had been so long, so she tried thinking of her friends. She hadn't had anyone here at the SGC either, but that didn't change that she knew more than a few of them were studs. She always figured that one day she would overthrow her captor and everything would be right again. Even if they weren't human anymore, they would come to their senses and they would be free of Hathor's dominance. They had freed Jack from her mind control, they could do it for the others too.

If that fantasy came to fruition, then so many things would be averted. With the president now aware of the danger posed by the Goa'uld, there would be no Kinsey and no NID in the future. The Trust would never gain power. And they could use Goa'uld technology for themselves.

As long as we have the sarcophagus... she thought to herself.

But one thing at a time. She still had to satisfy herself right now.

Sam thought of Daniel's face. Cute and dorky, that hadn't stopped him from being a trusted partner on their missions. It hadn't stopped him from being a loving husband who would do anything for Sha're. She closed her eyes and imagined herself embracing him, kissing him. In that fantasy, she tore his shirt off, wanting to comfort him after losing his wife and being forced to copulate with Hathor.

She looked down at his stomach and saw no navel, only a starfish shaped mark. A Goa'uld was slowly peeking through the petals of the opening, screeching, it's spiked head arching up towards her.

She opened her eyes and stopped touching herself. Hoping that bit of horror scared away her desire as it had her wits, she looked at her hand and saw just how wet her fingers were. Her body was still yearning for satisfaction.

She could still taste Hathor's tongue in her mouth, could see her eyes staring right into her soul. Whatever shame she felt in becoming part of that encounter did nothing to curb the lust inside of her that needed to be satisfied.

Dammit! Eager to clear up the troubling feelings of arousal that stirred inside of her the more she denied them, she let herself fantasize about her captor. She dipped her fingers back into her cleft and closed her eyes, thinking about those forbidden kisses with Hathor.

Yet when she surrendered to those feelings, she didn't just feel the satisfaction of the body. That same tingly excitement extended from her heart all the way to her brain. She couldn't hold in the soft sigh that escaped her lips when she came, as she shamelessly fondled herself in exquisite pleasure.

When the orgasm finally subsided, she got herself dressed again. If Hathor wanted to have her, so be it. This was the only time her guard would ever be let down.

***

In her bedroom, Hathor had put on a bloodred negligee over her naked body. It was elegant, coming down to her ankles and slit at the sides so that her bare legs were showing through, yet it was thin enough that it left nothing to the imagination. Anyone bold enough to gaze at the Goa'uld queen with unashamed desire would easily see her whole naked body under the garment. Daniel had watched her the whole time adoringly with fascination and desire.

Since her takeover, the two of them had made love to each other day and night in total privacy. They had made so many children together that there was an excess of them far beyond the number of troops stationed here at the SGC. But it would be plenty to implant in this nation's armies and so much more. That triumph had ironically enough started to bore her, and she was eager for this trick she had set up with Carter. It had been so long since she was this vulnerable. She applied a dark brown lipstick and put on golden eyeshadow. She turned to him.

Without even being spoken to, he bowed his head. “My queen.”

“You are our pharaoh. And in time, we shall have a lo'taur to serve our purposes.”

He only nodded. Even if she hadn't made him into a Jaffa, she would never consider him for a role as her host. Both for the biological incompatibilities in spawning larval symbiotes, and because he suited well the position of being a loyal lap dog and someone who she could threaten if anyone ever got an idea to oppose her.

When Sam arrived, Daniel had waiting before the door. She had completely ignored the command to come in wearing something nice. Instead she was still wearing her fatigues. Hidden in her vest was a knife she intended to use to cut Hathor's throat or better yet, dig deep into the back of her neck and rip the creature out of the poor human whose body it was in.

“My queen has been waiting for you.”

“Daniel...” Sam said. No flicker of resistance or suspicion of Sam's presence here. His expression was completely vacant. She tried staring into his eyes, ever since becoming a Jaffa he didn't need glasses anymore, but ironically enough he only looked more like a doll, devoid of emotion. All he did was step aside and open the door. She went in.

Hathor had been sitting on her bed with her back turned to the captain. Sam felt her heart skip a beat at the sight of the Goa'uld again. With the nish'ta still deep in her brain, she could only be left speechless at the sight of her looking so made up. She had never seen her in such attire and while she had seen plenty of her in her that getup she was first wearing when she came and enslaved the SGC, it was nothing compared to this look.

She turned back to Carter and smiled.

“We are glad you have arrived.” She rose and fully turned around. It was as much a motion to speak to her face to face as it was to beguile her with her beauty. But she looked past her at Daniel. Without thinking, Sam felt a tinge of jealousy.

“Close the door and leave us,” she said in her brass-flanged voice. Sam felt a deep tingling in her pussy at the sound of it.

Daniel quickly did as he was told. Now with the two of them alone, they could have true privacy.

“We are glad to see that you arrived,” she said in her quiet and soft human voice again, advancing towards the captain. Sam looked over her. She had done it at first out of a shameless need to check her out, but it had proved to be for her benefit, as now she could see that under the gown, she was naked and completely unarmed. No bodice to turn her into a Jaffa and no kara'kesh.

“Yes, I have seen the errors of my ways.” Sam hated how natural it sounded to say that, but her mind was still resolute on seeing this task through.

Hathor knew better. If that remark was true in the slightest, Sam would have obeyed her in putting on something more fit for the bedroom. But she decided to play along. After all, she already knew just how susceptible she could be to her pheromones.

“We are pleased at your decision,” she said, boldly advancing closer. Sam fought the urge to shrink back. If she got too close, that would put her in range of the drug. And after she had submitted that easily, she couldn't take that chance.

“Why did you come here?” Hathor said.

“Because I...”

“Was it the threat we made to your friends? Or was it because you were planning something?”

“My queen I...” Hathor's eyes flashed golden with a blazing intensity and Sam knew it was now or never. She drew the blade in an instant and made for the back of her neck, intending to lacerate her brain stem, hoping to at least stun her opponent and at best, cut the creature out. But she underestimated so many things.

She forgot how strong Goa'uld were on their own, even without any of their trademark technology. She forgot the cunning of this Goa'uld in particular. Most importantly, she forgot the drug swimming in her blood.

Trained in armed and unarmed combat, Sam was a fierce foe. With her free hand she made for Hathor's throat, intending to choke her if the plan to cut her out of her host failed. She successfully seized her throat and made with her sword arm to cut out the symbiote once and for all.

But Hathor looked up at her with a desperate look in her eyes. “Please!” she said suddenly in her human voice. “I was captured and made to do her bidding! Please don't hurt us...” Sam was suddenly touched in her heart, she remembered their embrace, and for a second forgot who she was dealing with. Her grip loosened upon her neck, realizing that despite everything that had happened, the person before her was just an innocent host forced to obey the whims of this parasite as much as anyone else.

If she had been paying attention she would have caught the supposed innocent host's slipping into use of the royal we at the last second. But she didn't. That just gave Hathor enough time to recover and knock away the hand at her throat and grab the wrist of the hand holding the knife. Sam attempted to regain control of the situation, but Hathor's grip was strong enough to break her arm, and so the Goa'uld was easily able to hold onto her hard enough that she dropped the knife instantly.

Hathor advanced on Carter, pushing against her so hard that she fell to her knees. The captain grit her teeth not looking away from her, but the Goa'uld only smiled ear to ear in a cruel grin. Her eyes flashed again.

“You are ours now,” she said in the typical echo of her species before she opened her mouth. Sam already knew what was going to happen and she quickly turned away. Hathor exuded a thick plume of her trademark pheromones, it might as well have been a cloud of pink smoke.

Sam held her breath but the Goa'uld still blew the substance all over her face. She had been holding in her breath but it still got in her eyes and on her skin. Without realizing it, the captain had stopped struggling against Hathor's grip, simply doing her best to ignore the physiological sensations of peace and bliss going haywire in her body and not inhale any of the aphrodisiac she was being showered with.

Hathor had already realized just how quick Carter's resistance had broken down. But she needed to make it permanent. Leaning forward closer, her mouth was right at her ear again. She blew another thick plume of the substance deep into Sam's ear. Just like before, it went right to her brain.

That was the killing blow. A fragment of her mind still resisted it, but she suddenly felt very lightheaded. Every muscle in her body slackened, and her libido was spiked to such absurd levels that all she could think was sex with someone, anyone. And when she felt Hathor cup her chin and turn her head to look at her captor, all she could see was her pure beauty and not the evil dictator underneath.

Her eyes glowed for an instant, and speaking in her deep voice said, “Do you still wish to fight us?”

Sam suddenly felt a deep sense of shame that she couldn't will away, much as her last fiber of willpower desperately wanted to. Her body throbbed with the need to feel Hathor's touch. And she needed to cast off these feelings in whatever way possible.

“No,” Sam said, speaking fast.

“Good,” Hathor said, her eyes cooling down and resuming the calm and serene voice of her host. She took the captain's hands and Sam returned her grip without looking away from the Goa'uld. Without any prompting, Sam rose to her feet so that they were face to face again. Still holding each other's hands, Hathor leaned forward and Sam closed her eyes and opened her mouth for that kiss she had been longing for.

It was every bit as satisfying as she could hope for. Their tongues coiled around each other in passion and want. Her captor's lipstick tasted sweet and the surface was so soft against hers, though that was nothing compared to the wet tongue thrashing in her mouth. At first she couldn't kiss back that good both from her own eagerness and Hathor's sheer aggression, but eventually she adjusted the pace to match her new queen's tempo.

Sam moved her hands up her arms through the silky sleeves of the negligee to her bare arms. Hathor took her hands and moved them to her breasts, so vulnerable through the thin and transparent fabric. Carter groped onto her breasts with a clumsy eagerness as nish'ta and all the tension had made her like an awkward child, she felt the shape on her hands, the hardness of her nipples, she was glad that the Goa'uld was enjoying this encounter just as much as she was.

As Sam continued going at it, Hathor slowed down a bit, wanting to let Carter get into it all on her own. Carter did exactly that, becoming more passionate now that the opportunity had presented itself. She used her tongue to ravenously probe her partner's mouth and roughly grabbed onto Hathor's tits. She pressed onto the mounds with her palms, rubbing the nipples this way and that as she did so.

The Goa'uld was enjoying this tryst well enough, but her breasts exposed as they were, were still covered by the negligee. So she didn't feel the skin of Carter's hands. That was okay though, the feeling of the silky garment on her skin was amazing on it's own, and together with the captain's rough caresses, it was an exquisite feeling.

Sam greedily slipped her hands down the front of the negligee to feel Hathor's bare breasts. Her captor moaned deeply at how aggressive the captain was being in between the tongue thrashing in her mouth and how her breasts were being pulled and yanked on viciously. Despite being alone in here with her, she was hardly worried, the strength differential earlier had proved there was no need to fret in the slightest.

And she was more than eager to give it right back to her. Hathor pushed Sam away and jammed her hands up the captain's shirt. She viciously pulled her bra down so her chest was exposed before her. Sam's body being mostly muscle, her tits were flatter than her current partner, but that hardly made her any less sensitive. Just as Hathor's slight appearance did not betray her strength in the slightest, so too was Sam not prepared for just how roughly her nipples were being pinched and tweaked. She had to throw her head back and cry out deeply.

Hathor leaned in forward and latched her mouth on Carter's neck. She skillfully used her lips to suck on the skin even as her teeth bit deep into her. With her breasts still being fondled, Sam shamelessly reached down and undid her pants, pulling them down. She was ready to get as naked as Hathor was.

As the hem of the pants slid down her legs, Hathor took notice. Ready to step this encounter up a level herself, the Goa'uld snapped her head up grabbing Sam's hips, slid her pants all the way down to her ankles. Carter looked at her face, only to snap her head away again when Hathor's hand darted right down her panties.

Sam's voice came out as a pathetic squeak the instant those fingers touched her vagina. Not helping things was just how vicious she was getting fingered, and before long she fell to her knees both from the force of Hathor's touch and the orgasm that followed. Not that the Goa'uld stopped, she kept on diving her fingers in as deep and as strong as possible. Already in the midst of an orgasm, she was rendered helpless from just how bad she was getting it, the fingers were being jammed in her cunt as far as they could go and Hathor never once let up in her speed. Carter's mind went blank at the euphoric sensations flowing through her body as all she could do was moan like an animal.

As Hathor felt the captain's vagina spasming, she withdrew her fingers and put them to her lips. Instantly Carter licked the fingers clean of her own juices, at first licking at them before taking the digits into her mouth and sucking on them without being commanded to do so. As she continued servicing her, she licked down to the palm of her hand and all over until Hathor quickly snapped the hand away.

Sam looked up with a quiet pleading in her eyes. Like she was looking up at a mother who had denied her a delicious piece of candy. That vision pleased Hathor, but she had something much tastier for the captain.

Taking her time, Hathor slowly undid the negligee until it was open at the front. She reached a hand down to her naked cunt. Carter swallowed nervously as she looked at the vagina, it was wet and slick and even the red pubic bush was a little damp.

“Eat,” Hathor commanded, snapping Sam out of her reverie. If ever there was a time to prove if her new slave was loyal, this was it.

To her satisfaction, Carter immediately plunged her face right into Hathor's snatch. She looked up and closed her eyes in bliss. The captain wasn't one for women to start with, and the queen had taught her pharaoh to eat her much better than this one. Yet what was getting her off now was the thrill of domination and subjugation of one of her greatest foes in the sweetest way possible.

Some last thoughts of resistance filled Sam's head. Begging her, pleading her to at least stop what she was doing right now. But she willingly pushed them aside, a slave to her carnal wants as her captor's pussy juice flowed down her chin.

She tasted Hathor's pleasure when her mistress came. The queen forced Sam's face onto her vagina as much as possible, wanting to make her slave take in every ounce of her new servitude. And she could only submit, flattered at being humiliated so.

When Hathor was finished climaxing, she moved back several steps to get a good look at Carter. And despite her long life and her many conquests, both martial and in the bedroom, it was truly a sight to behold. Her face was smeared with the lipstick from their makeout session earlier, and there was pussy juice all over her lips and dripping down her cheeks and chin.

“Rise.” She obeyed without a second thought. “Disrobe.” She hurriedly went to the task, tearing her clothes off without a second thought as Hathor slowly and calmly took off her robes. The both of them naked, Hathor went to her bed and Carter followed.

Wrapping the blankets around the both of them, Hathor pushed Sam into the bed and climbed on top of her. Kissing her again, they wrapped their bodies around each other in a heated embrace. With Sam's legs firmly wrapped around the ass of her mistress, they started grinding up against each other hard. Their tits and cunts were firmly rubbing up against each other, and they both melted into the embrace as their tongues hungrily scoured each other's mouths.

At that point, neither of them were slave or captor. They were simply united in fucking each other as hard and fast as possible. They were both so horny and they wanted. needed to cum.

Hathor broke the kiss to look down at Carter. Her face looked so helpless and needy in want. The queen suddenly started grinding against her that much harder as she pinched the former captain's hard nipples. Sam cried out again as Hathor felt her climax right on her own cunt, and that pushed her to a lovely orgasm herself.

The two kept holding each other as they shuddered blissfully in that mutual climax. Even this Goa'uld Queen was shocked by how good that felt. Carter was already starting to pick up a sweat, but Hathor herself still looked unbothered in the midst of it all.

With Sam still weak from all that sex, Hathor was more than ready to pounce on her in that weakness. She lowered her mouth to the captain's vagina, still wet and twitching from all that sex, and dove her tongue within the cleft. Even though she had just climaxed. Carter couldn't keep herself from eliciting a helpless squeak of ecstasy.

Pleased by that reaction, she held onto her hips to keep her still and kept eating. Hathor's nose was right at the clitoris, she could smell the sweet aroma of Carter's pussy juice, and kept eating as the ambrosia flowed down her chin. All the while Sam kept yelling out loud from her mistress digging her tongue in the vagina as far as she could, hungrily licking her wet insides.

She tasted Carter's pleasure, her twat spasming on her tongue. More than the act of cunnilingus, it was the domination that was getting her off. She looked up at her new trophy, fresh pussy juices glistening on her lips and flowing down her chin. “Did you like that?” 

“Yes...” was all Carter could barely say, it was more like a breathy sigh than a word.

"Excellent. The night is still young. And we have far more planned for you." She dipped her fingers into the wet and shuddering snatch of her new subject, now sensitive to the touch. Sam would scream so many times that night.

***

The next morning, Carter was the first to awaken. Hathor was asleep beside her, they were both still naked. Yet she felt oddly at peace next to the Goa'uld. Free from the intense effects of the pheromones she was laced with and lying next to her, she could only think it was strange seeing her captor like that.

Not that it lasted very long. Hathor herself soon came to, and as she opened her eyes, her sleepy blank expression changed to an evil smile. It was like she had put on a mask. Sam realized just then that she had associated the host body with the parasite for so long that the human face before her was not the creature itself. Yet that did nothing to diminish the wickedness in her eyes.

"We are pleased from last night's endeavors."

Sam looked away for awhile before she said, "So am I." She knew she shouldn't have said it, wished she hadn't, and counted herself lucky that she could still think for herself. But right now in her presence, the memories of last night were flooding to the surface and her vagina was getting unbearably wet. There was nothing else she could say. At least it felt good to get that off her chest. And on a more practical level, naked as she was, she realized she had to say it to kowtow to this creature's sadism.

"We are happy to hear that. And..."

"Why did you take me?"

Hathor was surprised to hear the question. She realized that Sam wasn't as enthralled as the other men. That would make this encounter far more interesting. 

"You dared to rise up against us, and so we took a special interest in you. And we learned that interest in you was well-founded."

"I won't fight for you. I won't die for you."

"Then we shall keep you."

"What?"

"We love our pharaoh for killing Ra. And if he had not done so, then he would still serve a valuable role."

"You mean in helping you make more Goa'uld."

"We value him for more than merely his code of life. And it will be the same with you. Just as he is our pharaoh, so you shall be our lo'taur."

"I don't know what that means."

"You will be our second. More privileges than our pharaoh. More than your president. Does that suit you?"

"Let my friends go."

Hathor's eyes flashed gold for a second before she stopped. "This is our planet. This is our empire. And these are our Jaffa. But if you want to release your friends, your Dr. Fraiser and all your other friends who dared to defy us, we will grant you that wish. As long as you becomes ours, day after day, night after night."

Sam looked away. She couldn't tell if she was being sincere or not. That thought was stopped when Hathor said, "And we shall help you destroy all the other Goa'uld."

Carter knew she shouldn't have believed a word of it. But naked and alone with her, she felt the powerlessness of the situation more than ever. And her practical side told her she had to take this chance.

But more than any practical considerations, the actual offer was appealing to her. Was this woman so evil? Offering her services to defeat their sworn enemy and living as her lover as everyone else had been granted a long life and immunity to all the known diseases of the world?

She would not entertain that line of thought anymore than she had to.

"Fine. But first release my friends."

"As you wish." But she blew another stream of pink mist into Carter's mouth. "And then we will have your presence again." 

"Y-yes..." Carter stammered, suddenly thrilled at the prospect, her heart leaping in her chest and her vagina getting wet at the thought.

They both got dressed again shortly after. Carter cleaned herself off before dressing up again in the same clothes she was wearing before. Hathor gathered a small retinue of her guard, including General Hammond and the president, and escorted her to where the others were being kept. Teal'c was with them and they were devising some new plan to fight back. So they were stunned to see the former captain looking so calm in the presence of the Goa'uld, still half-naked.

Despite Sam dressed so conservatively and Hathor letting the whole world see her bits, their expressions betrayed nothing of their dress. Carter's face both lost and defeated and worse yet, there was an acceptance of it in her eyes even clad in standard military attire. Her captor on the other hand couldn't look anymore confident than she already did, despite anyone ignorant of the Goa'uld's existence would only think of her as some arm candy belonging to someone more powerful.

"Sam!" Dr. Frasier said. "Thank goodness! I was worried when you vanished without a trace. You disappeared all of a sudden and..."

"You're free to go," Sam said. 

"What do you mean? Sam, why are you so calm?"

"She is ours now," Hathor said. "In exchange, you shall have your freedom."

"You witch!" she said, lunging at Hathor. But Carter got in her way and held her back. "I don't know what you did to her! But I swear that I'll..."

"Janet, it's okay," Sam said. "This way...this way you can be free. This way we can defeat the Goa'uld."

"Sam, I'm sorry," Dr. Fraiser said, tears welling up in her eyes. She embraced Carter, holding her deeply. 

"It's alright," Sam said. "This will be for the best."

Fraiser broke the hug and looked at her, still holding her shoulders. She wanted to shake her, to slap her to her senses. But she could never hurt that face. "One day, I'll free you. I swear it. And I'll put an end to her." 

That seemed to rouse something in Sam. Fraiser saw it too, a sudden recognition in her eyes, a slight change in her posture. Even as Carter's back was turned to Hathor, she noticed it to.

She would not have it. Hathor leaned forward to Carter putting her head over shoulder and blew more of the pink mist into her ear. Frasier desperately hoped that her friend would resist and find the resolve to fight her. 

Sam only turned to look back at Hathor with a blank look on her face for several moments. There were several little thoughts of token resistance going on in her mind. But her mind told her one thing and her body another. 

At first she leaned forward, brushing her lips against Hathor's, telling herself that if it was just something as small as this, then it would be okay. Then Sam lunged at her first and they wrapped their arms around each other and locked lips together in a deep soul kiss. All of Fraiser's faith instantly went up in flames. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized she just lost a dear friend.

The brainwashed men, still oblivious, actually started clapping at the sensual embrace between the two of them. Some of them actually rubbed on Fraiser's shoulders, thinking she was shedding tears of happiness. But she just angrily shook them off.

"I'm staying," Westerholm said. The woman stood up, followed by the others. "No way I'm abandoning this without a fight."

"This is what our lo'taur wanted," Hathor said. Teal'c looked up hearing that word. Then he turned away and though his face remained stoic as ever, he suddenly looked very old in his eyes.

"There is no choice," he said gravely.

Fraiser looked at him then back at Carter. "We'll find a way," Fraiser said. "I love you Sam." They would be the last words she would ever say to her.

When all the women left, Teal'c looked up at Hathor again and scowled at her with a quiet fury. But she only smiled right back at him with an exuberance that made it look like she was going to burst into laughter at any moment.

"Come," Hathor said to Carter. "We have so much to do."

***

And so they did. From that day forward, Sam and Hathor rose together and went to sleep together. The Goa'uld taught her so many things under the sheets, leaving her new captive breathless and excited each time. And she loved her new slave's enthusiasm, learning how to pleasure her just the way she liked it. In reward for her sexual servitude, she lent Carter her ear, valuing her tactical advice on how to fight back against the System Lords. 

Carter's initial motivation had been to try and steady things for the best course. Even being put under her spell each morning and every night, her mind retained enough clarity to not forget why she was doing this. Yet as time passed, she became more resigned to her new role. Hathor made it clear that all the men there were to answer to Sam as if they were speaking to their goddess. That way, she realized she could ensure they were protected and would follow her every command on missions to defeat the Goa'uld. And the prospects of power she had tried to push away when the queen made her offer of becoming her lo'taur seemed far more exciting in retrospect.

Eventually Sam abandoned all thoughts of resistance and embraced her station of privilege as Hathor's companion. It was a position she was unknown to, being able to command the president, to have so much power at her fingertips, and to be the lover of a being of unfathomable power. She no longer felt any shame in being the creature's lover, and took pride in walking around the base in skimpy clothes for the pleasure of her new mistress with no one raising a word while Hathor still dressed in her new office style. Once wanting to please her queen, Sam dressed up as a Playboy bunny, and walked around the base like that while giving orders to the others, with no one raising a word. Jack and Teal'c still regarded her warily with her mind firmly under Hathor's influence, but these days she barely paid them any mind. More than happiness at seeing them alive, she was filled with a perverse pride that all of her lewd acts with Hathor was the right thing to do even as the two of them were forced to kowtow to the Goa'uld's wishes against their will, and her joy in submission made her mind so much more susceptible to the creature's wicked influence. In the bedroom, Carter obeyed her goddess to the letter, letting her touch and kiss all over her naked body as she wanted, and she always fell asleep pleased and satisfied with no more pesky thoughts of disobedience.

And eventually the rest of the world bowed down before them. Hathor's existence became public knowledge to the world through the president, and she was revered as a great ally who would help the nations achieve great things. One by one, heads of state and their departments were invited to dine with her, and one by one, they were enthralled with her. And once she converted them to Jaffa and implanted a larval Goa'uld in them like she had the president, they were hers forever.

From that moment on, everything else fell like dominoes. There were those women in power who weren't susceptible to her pheromones and there were more than a few who were suspicious of her as they watched her star rise, but against the great power of her new empire, there was no choice but to kowtow to her demands. Those rare individuals who did dare to question her motives or openly speak out against her were quickly silenced, disappearing in one way or another. 

Eventually all pretense was abandoned and she revealed her controlling and malevolent nature. Open praise of her was demanded of newspapers and stations everywhere or else they would never be heard from again. Fresh military recruits were put under her spell and remade as Jaffa while fashion magazines and tabloids made her all the rage and even called her a goddess. She would always to herself at that praise. How little did they know.

Sam and Daniel's existence as her lovers was made public too. Fraiser remembered watching the news seeing it. She scowled in helplessness, seeing the once proud captain, her once short hair grown out long and styled to perfection dressed in a long dress like some ditzy socialite and looking at the former archaeologist whose wife was still captive against the same species that now made him think it was his true love, now shirtless and dressed like a male stripper, holding their enemy's hand. 

She hated seeing her old friends like that. She hated that she was unable to save them. More than anything, she wished she had confessed her true feelings to Sam. Maybe then things could have turned out differently. If she had said yes, fighting together as loved ones, maybe she could have fought off the creature's malign influence. But that was past. Now, there was nothing she could do.

In turn Hathor shared with them all the knowledge of Goa'uld technology and tactics that she could offer. Yet the one thing that still troubled the queen was all of Earth's knowledge being unknown to her. The president and leaders of the world would answer any question she had, and she knew now that Carter could be counted on. Yet it was not the same as true knowledge. And there was one way to find that out.

It had been half a year since she had found her new lo'taur. The SGC these days wasn't so much as a military base as it was a temple to Hathor. A place of convenience for her where she could oversee military operations regarding the Stargate and as her personal sanctuary where she fucked her two favorite slaves and birthed larval Goa'uld on the regular. She invited Sam and Daniel to her bedroom one night. Carter was already dressed appropriately, in only a red night gown not unlike the one Hathor wore on a fated night so long ago, while Daniel had taken the time to take his clothes off revealing his naked body, muscular and imposing, he looked nothing like the shy researcher he once was, and his penis standing straight up in the presence of these two beautiful women. Hathor was naked from the start. She was getting excited at all the fun she had planned.

She looked over the both of them. The dark room was only lit by candlelight with a candle placed around every corner of the walls, it was a special occasion for them all. She went to Carter first, as they shared a deep tongue tangling kiss. She ended it too soon for her and turned to Daniel, kissing him just as passionately. Holding both of their shoulders,

"It is time for a night of union," she said. 

"Yes, my goddess," Daniel said, stooping to his knee, not exactly understanding what that meant but ready to comply nonetheless. He and Hathor still fucked regularly enough, but she had shown more preferential treatment to Carter lately, to the point that sometimes whole days would pass without them doing it like they used to. 

"And it is my honor to serve," Sam said, getting down on both of her knees, just as confused and eager as Daniel was for whatever her mistress wanted. "I have learned so much under your service."

Hathor chuckled. "And we shall come to learn far more." She paused. "But for now it is our wish for our pharaoh and our lo'taur to mate."

They both suddenly looked at Hathor. They had both shared this one woman for so long that now the prospect of fucking someone else seemed strange to them. In their previous lives they had crushed on each other but never seriously entertained the thought of doing this with each other. And for several moments they just stared at each other.

By now Sam showed no apprehension at all at the sight of Daniel's pouch on his stomach. Despite the wedges of servitude in his soul, he also felt Carter had become more beautiful than ever. But Hathor noticed their hesitation. 

Growing impatient herself, she walked up to the both of them and grabbing the back of both of their heads, pushed their faces together. At first they didn't know how to react with their lips up against each other, but she blew her pink mist on both of their faces. She felt the tension in their bodies dissipate and their mouths opened up a bit as they started earnestly kissing each other.

Not yet letting them go, Hathor watched with amusement as the slow kisses shared between the two of them gradually turned into a full on makeout session. She moved her hands down to their necks and slowly massaged the skin, encouraging their lewdness with each other. With this subtle command from their goddess, they started holding each other, touching all over each other's bodies.

Hathor started gently scratching their bare skin with her nails as she touched them, rewarding them for compliance with her order. She moved her hands down to their shoulders and pushed them forward closer to the bed. Still fully kissing and holding each other, they moved along with her nudging them until they right at the bed where Hathor pushed them both right down on top of it.

They both looked up at their mistress, suddenly realizing the awkwardness of their situation.

Her eyes flashed golden as she looked at Daniel. "Lay down," she said in her typical deep echo. He did as he was instructed and laid down on the bed. Carter looked down at him, remembering the command from her goddess. She pulled down the panties of her nightgown and looked at Hathor again. The Goa'uld nodded, and Sam climbed onto the bed and mounted Daniel's cock. She cried out loudly, not having felt a dick inside of her for so long. It felt so new to her.

But she didn't mind it one bit. The novelty of not only having a penis inside of her but also the prick of one of her closest friends, it felt so right. And under Hathor's influence, she could only enjoy it.

More than that, they both wanted to please their goddess. With her watching the both of them, they quickly got over the initial awkwardness of doing this act with each other and got into it. It was easier for Daniel to adjust, he was used to pumping into women on the regular ever since Hathor had enthralled him. Sam on the other hand took a bit of a long while to find a pace riding him. That didn't stop her from grinding her hips on top of him as strong and fast as she could.

Eventually all of the discomfort on Sam's end was gone. She started moving her ass up and down on the dick inside of her so hard that her butt was slamming on Daniel's hips each time she humped him. And Daniel was just as energetic, hitting his penis deep inside of her cunt faster and harder each time.

And Hathor's influence played no small part too. All the while she was blowing plumes of her pink smoke in the air so much that it looked like she was a burlesque diva, lounging back as she watched over her two subs. The two of them breathing it in numbed their minds and stoked the flames of lust already burning deep in their bodies.

Daniel came first, grabbing onto Carter's hips and pulling her down on his penis as far as she would go. His cock erupted several jets of semen through her wet vagina and deep into her womb. Sam cried out in a fit of helpless ecstasy, screaming at the top of her lungs as his hot semen and penis deep inside of her pushed her to a state of climax. It wasn't the strongest orgasm she had ever had, certainly not in all the pheromone induced sex she had with Hathor, but it felt so fresh and new that she couldn't help but love it.

And there was more fun to be had. Hathor walked to the bed and even in that state of ecstasy, they both looked at her as well as they could after cumming together so hard. 

Underneath the both of them, he fulfilled his role well, pumping deep into Carter's pussy and holding onto Hathor's legs as his tongue lashed into her cunt.  Carter was feeling it far more than Hathor was. Though she had just fucked Daniel moments ago, it had been awhile since she had last had a man or a lover besides Hathor and the fresh feeling of this novelty had not yet faded. His penis sank deep into her cum soaked hole and pumped into her with ardent passion. It all felt like she was a virgin girl again and rode his prick with gusto.

Hathor was just as into it as Sam was, plopping her ass up an down on Daniel's face. But what made her more excited than that was seeing Carter ride his penis like she needed it. As much as Sam had been riding him, her own movements started to become clumsy and jerky. And she wanted to make it so much worse.

She pulled Sam into a kiss. Their naked bodies were right up against each other, devouring each other's mouths. All the while they kept humping Daniel. He was faintly aware of it himself even as Hathor's ass was plopping up and down on his face, and the taste of her hot and wet cunt filled up his mouth as his penis was being squeezed greedily by Carter's tight and needy vagina.

Hathor came first, her vagina releasing it's juices all over Daniel's face. As she came, he kept eating her, further driving her to heights of orgasmic pleasure. The satisfaction of his mistress brought out something in him too, and he kept pumping further inside of Sam. 

Carter had to break her kiss from Hathor to scream loudly. Between the embrace from her queen and the cock ramming her twat, she knew she couldn't hold it in much longer. She felt Daniel's dick shaking inside of her, and eagerly awaited the moment to come.

When he burst inside of her, she could only howl out a low moan of pleasure, that's how spent her voice was from yelling out just then. Her vagina in it's state of ecstasy drank up every drop of his semen as it could convulsing and spasming in a state of climax on top of his dick. 

Hathor was the first to recover, and standing up, bade Carter to rise with her hand. She did, though awkwardly, as Daniel's cum was still leaking out of her cunt and her legs were still shaking from such a strong orgasm.

Hathor held Carter's hands to keep her steady. She looked down at Daniel.

"You shall learn to serve us in whatever form we take," she said to him. He nodded. "Leave us," she said as her eyes flashed golden. Even in that state of exhaustion, he obeyed his mistress, getting up and leaving the room, just as naked as when he went in.

Hathor sat down again and Sam did too. The queen carefully and slowly applied makeup onto Carter's face, a fresh coat of bloodred lipstick on her mouth. For her last moments of freedom, she intended to doll her up as much as possible before she took her.

"Will you fight for us?"

"Yes."

"Will you die for us?"

Carter swallowed a lump in her throat. She understood the words perfectly, but the last sliver of her individuality and free will knew that being asked a question like that, the implication could only be sinister. Yet in her mind all she could think was Yes.

"Yes," she said after a long silence.

"Excellent." She slowly took off the nightgown revealing Carter's naked body. Hathor spread her own legs and her slave followed suit. For several wonderful minutes they scissored together. Hathor had leaned forward and yanked roughly on Sam's nipples, but she surprised her mistress when she started sucking on her tits. Hathor looked at her fondly as they kept mashing their cunts against each other, the depths of submission her new lo'taur had given herself up to were sublime. 

Eventually it was too much for Sam. In an act of pure lust and helpless love, she leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Hathor's back and jammed one of her fingers in her asshole. The Goa'uld smiled, a bit taken aback, but no less pleased. She sighed blissfully, content in the current moments and knowing what was to come would be no less sweeter.

Hathor came first. More than Sam going at her, it was the pride of owning the woman she was currently fucking. And more than that it was knowing that, in a way, it would be her last orgasm.

She pushed Sam away and started fingering her again. Sam snapped her head back and screeched before her cunt and asshole tightened and released on Hathor's fingers in her own state of orgasm. She kept on doing that to her captive until finally she could take no more.

Sam was breathing roughly, taking in the orgasm, barely aware of anything around her. But as cloudy as her mind was, she still recognized Hathor cupping her chin to look up at her.

"Will you love us?"

"Yes," Carter cried out as strong as she could in her moment of exhaustion and satisfaction.

“Good. Then you shall be one with us forever.” She kissed Sam again, and her thrall closed her eyes as she opened her mouth to her eternal mistress. 

That carnal embrace in the darkness, Sam never felt before safe. But when she first heard the characteristic squeal of a Goa'uld parasite, it snapped her out of her ecstasy to realize that something was wrong. Yet it did nothing to diminish the sweet taste of Hathor's tongue. Nor was she able to distinguish the slithery feeling of the actual parasite on in her mouth, Hathor in her true form, from her host's wet licker. But when she felt something burrowing deep into her mouth, she snapped her head back in alarm.

Yet the deed was done. Her last thoughts were comprehending what had just happened before Sam's eyes flashed golden. Yet as her individuality was gone, her mind was not. Already enslaved before, she was unified with the Goa'uld in desire and purpose. It was nothing like the Tok'ra's vision of symbiosis yet it was nothing as cold and cruel as the typical domination of a host either. There was only Hathor now.

And the Goa'uld was pleased too. She learned so much of Earth culture, of technology as all of Carter's memories flashed between her eyes as if they were own. Of Tau'ri science too, which was Carter's specialty. If somehow her new empire collapsed, that was fine. This dark queen would come to construct safeguards secret to her that would protect her person in the case of inevitable uprisings and assassination attempts. And weapons that would wipe out any civilization that dared to oppose her. She would be known as a true goddess even Anubis could learn to fear. Perhaps she might even ascend where he had failed.

But more than anything, Hathor absorbed every thought of Sam's servitude. Of how she once valiantly resisted the queen, then struggled with her strange feelings. How at the end, she had come to submit to this Goa'uld even in her mind. And she tasted every bit of ecstasy the former captain felt at the hands and tongue of her captor. For that reason alone, Carter would be her eternal host.

Daniel had been silently waiting near the door of their quarters. He had heard the sounds of their love cries, but such were the wedges of servitude that he dared not interfere. Yet he couldn't help but get hard hearing it all. So he was a bit concerned when everything went silent.

When the door opened and Carter stepped out naked, he saw her face covered with lipstick, he knew what had gone down. Yet he couldn't parse the evil, focused look in her eyes. It was nothing like the look from his old friend. And despite being able to sense the presence of a symbiote in another body as a Jaffa, Hathor had not been in this new body for so long that it had yet started autonomously producing naquadah in the bloodstream.

“Where is my goddess?” he said.

Suddenly her eyes flashed golden. “We said you shall learn to serve us in all our forms,” she said in the telltale Goa'uld echo. “Such is the duty of our pharaoh.”

Immediately Daniel understood what had happened. Part of him wanted to speak out against it, to say something that would appease her enough to release Carter, but he knew now that Sam was under her control and he could do nothing. Such were the wedges of servitude branded upon his soul. And when she leaned forward, she emitted another plume of her pink mist, and what faint thoughts he had of questioning her faded

“Yes, I did say that,” he said. "I shall always serve you my goddess."

“Good,” she said. “Come,” she said, taking his hand. She walked and he followed. She intended to take him to the hot tub. “We have already collected your code of life." She rubbed her stomach and her eyes flashed gold. "And we have many more children to create."