Hathor smiled. Her eyes glowed with sadistic glee as would be present in any Goa’uld at their moment of victory, holding up the kara’kesh at those who had dared to defy her. She intended to take vengeance upon the troublesome Captain Samantha Carter well beyond that initial blast of energy, punish her would-be First Prime Colonel Jack O’Neill, and take no small amount of pleasure in breaking Apophis’s former First Prime Teal’c until the shame of his betrayal was felt in his heart for every second of his waking life. And then she would rejoice in the triumph of finally disposing of her remaining obstacles in claiming this base as her new nest.

The rest of this planet’s people would follow and know their place at the feet of a true goddess.

But she looked at Daniel right beside her, completely spellbound. Even after she procured his code of life, he showed sympathy towards his old comrades, in particular the Carter woman. This group had effortlessly dispatched her guard of brainwashed soldiers and O’Neill, paralyzed with shock he might be, was free of her control. If she continued down her current path, the tide of the situation could shift from her favor.

“Fullfill your promise and defend us with your life.” Daniel immediately snapped to attention and stepped in front of her. She didn’t even order him to pick up a weapon but he took one from an incapacitated soldier and pointed it at O’Neill. His finger was not on the trigger, and her control over him had not yet conquered the lingering feelings for his friends. Yet in his addled internal logic, he was convinced this course of action was the only decision to make. She had a hunch that Jackson stood out compared to the rest of the men here, and he had outdone himself in so many ways.

This development pleased her. Her pharaoh in his current position was both a shield to protect her, as well as a weapon to strike her enemies. Though she did not intend to sacrifice him anytime soon, and she realized after his continued defense of Carter that he would likely not pull the trigger under any circumstances. But things had shifted in her favor.

“Would you hurt your friend?” she said, her voice booming with the telltale Goa’uld echo. She could see Carter getting up in her peripheral vision. She had not lowered her kara’kesh.

“Daniel, step back!” she said. He did not.

“Our pharaoh said he would die for us, did he not?”

“Yes, I did,” Daniel said.

“We originally intended to punish those who would transgress against us. But we would show mercy if you would lower your weapons. After all, we still share a common enemy.”

“We aren’t going to bow down before another Goa’uld!” Carter said.

“What about your friend? He has made his choice. If you will not surrender, then we will make our decision.” Slowly, Daniel looked at Carter and raised the weapon at her. By now she noticed that Hathor’s kara’kesh was aimed at Daniel’s back.

Carter realized in the time it took to shoot a tranquilizer in Daniel, Hathor could easily hurt him. That close, the damage could be severe. And even if Carter removed Daniel no problem, Carter knew that she’d be in point blank range for another blast from this Goa’uld woman, and this time she would make it hurt.

“Fine,” Carter said, lowering her rifle. Daniel did too. O’Neill shot a look at Carter, but all she did was look down. Yet her hand was still on her pistol. Hathor smiled. She still had her arm raised, the kara’kesh still brimming with energy. For all of Carter’s remaining defiance, another troop of soldiers arrived. It was over.

They subdued Carter and O’Neill while taking the incapacitated guards for recovery. Despite Hathor’s vast knowledge, for all she knew the soldiers hit with tranquilizer darts were dead. She was still much of a stranger to this world.

To her credit, she decided to spare the women and the upstart Teal’c. They were taken to the brig, and this time an extra security detail was placed around the perimeter. After the last attempted hit on their beloved Goa’uld Queen’s life, the addle-brained guards wouldn’t be trying so easily swayed by honey trap tactics to let their guard down. Soon they would serve her willingly, as both their friend’s life was in her hands and they still shared a common enemy. O’Neill would be remade into a Jaffa once more, and Teal’c would taste the dirt of subservience as he served the gods once more. Carter would be left unspoiled to witness her failure several times over.

Her current host was a princess, the daughter of a queen who dared to defy her. That false queen believed her armies could fight against the full might of a Goa’uld Queen and win. Alas it was not to be, and as punishment for her hubris, the woman’s daughter was made into her current vessel. But unlike that proud monarch, Carter had shown cunning and ingenuity several times over. In the very near future, she would take the upstart captain as a host to fully settle the fact of her dominance to what vestiges of resistance yet remained in this party of insurgents, and take in all the memories of this planet. And they would be useful weapons, for there was still so much in the galaxy for her to conquer.

Apophis would be the first of many adversaries she intended to grind beneath her heel.

For her loyal pharaoh, Hathor had a fitting reward. Once Carter’s team was detained and they were left alone with each other in the safety of true privacy, she rose up leaving the hot tub. She held him close, pulling him into a passionate smooch. His heart leapt into his chest at chest, he felt like a child being rewarded with a present from his mother. Her tongue scoured every corner of his mouth, and even though Daniel was no stranger to kissing, and it certainly wasn’t the first time he had locked lips with this woman, his technique was awkward and sloppy against the sheer wanton brutality of her mouth. What tiny sliver there was left of him was nothing against the mix of desire and servitude he felt being at this woman’s mercy, and his experience was nothing compared to her evil exuberance and the joy in her heart at her victory. She exuded the pink mist down his throat, numbing his mind to what little restraint he had left. If it weren’t for her holding him, he would have likely collapsed.

When she broke the kiss, he helplessly fell to his knees before her, both from helplessness, as well as an act of sheer devotion to her. He could not bring himself to look out of her, he didn’t even believe he had the right. But she knelt down and cupped his chin.

“Our pharaoh has proven himself well,” she said. “And we are willing to reward him further.” She cast aside the damp golden skirt of her ceremonial garb, revealing her bare vagina. She was completely clean shaven, dripping wet with the water from the tub, and wet with her own juices too. She put both of her hands on his shoulders and he understood her intent well and clear, as his mind was completely devoted to her now.

He plunged his face into her crotch. Her tongue lashed deep into her pink cleft. She had tasted so good, it didn’t even register to his mind that she had just given birth to so many infant Goa’uld sympiotes through the same cunt he was eating now. She was tight and wet, spurring him on to eat her out that much more.

Hathor looked down on him. She took great joy in seeing him on his knees like this. He was as enthusiastic and devoted to her as she expected. She grinned when his tongue flicked on her clitoris. Imprisoned in the sarcophagus for thousands of years, it had been so long she since had taken a lover. The truckers and taxi drivers she took control of on her way to SGC were like all men, easily brainwashed and eager to do her bidding. With her natural beauty and strange clothes, they all thought of her a random loony woman walking on the streets, and more than a few of them tried to take advantage of her. Yet against her unexpected powers of seduction, they all easily kowtowed before her. Like them, the moment she laid eyes on Daniel Jackson, she thought of him as just another man, something to be used and thrown away. But the moment she heard from his lips that Ra was dead at his hands, she realized just how useful he could be.

And he did not disappoint. It had been several thousand years since she had known another man’s touch, but he was the first she had let do so as well as having taken a genuine interest in. She didn’t know whether it was him being so submissive before her or the defeat of Carter and her team fresh in her mind, but as he ate her out, he was already driving her close to an orgasm. She gripped his head, holding onto him for support, as he grabbed onto Hathor’s bare ass, both to keep her steady as well as for the delight of holding her naked tush in her hands for the first time. But more than that, it was the first time he was eating her out.

The first time she fucked him when she revealed her ultimate plan for him, he had simply laid on his back as she climbed on top of him. After the small bit of resistance he gave her dissipated when she overpowered with him her pink mist, she took his clothes off and ordered him to lie down on the bed. She gave him small tender kisses on his lips the whole time to reward him for his compliance through like a mother with a child. Completely bare before her, his dick was standing up and rock hard as expected, both from the power of her nish’ta, as well as her overwhelming beauty. Anyone who saw the two of them would never think that he had declined her offer to help her make more Goa’uld, but her power had never failed her before, and against such fleeting moral considerations, it would not now. No man could ever resist her.

Hathor had sat on top of his naked lap, looking over him. Despite being no stranger to women himself, he looked away shyly like a lost little child. Their first kiss when he told her of Ra’s death was both unexpected and completely welcome even though he knew she was a Goa’uld. Slowly, his tongue reached out for hers, but she was not so hesitant in her lustful kisses. He was the first male she considered worthy of her time since those archaeologists had freed her from the sarcophagus. She held him by his shoulders, making out with him passionately as he quickly started returning her wanton affections, his normal thoughts on doing such an act with a total stranger let alone a Goa’uld completely gone as he burned with a fire he hadn’t felt in so long. For several minutes they were like that, she felt him getting hard in his pants as their bodies closed the distance together. And then she had stopped and pushed him away much to his confusion and disappointment, she knowing that if his friends found them like that, it could disrupt her growing plans for this Tau’ri settlement. Now as they were both eager to have each other for real, he in act of servitude and she for her own sinister purposes, she was determined to make sure this moment of carnal passion went unspoiled.

Hathor’s hot cunt was only inches way from his dick. She sighed blissfully when she made the first move, enjoying the feeling of the dick under her sinking into her vagina. Her pussy was tight and wet enough to accommodate his rock hard dick that had ached with heat for her the moment she emitted her pheromones upon his skin. Her nipples were hard under her top from all of it. She dug her long nails into his bare chest as he pumped into her, and he wailed with pleasure. She felt him get harder inside of her, and despite being so submissive under her, his speed increased, he couldn’t think anymore of anything but pleasing the woman on top of him. And she had started humping him herself even faster than that, he was so good.

She knelt lower, and kissed him deeper. Holding him by his shoulders, she breathed more of her divine breath into his mouth as they wrapped their lips and tongues around each other. That made him harder inside of her, but as she quickened the rate of her ass slapping on his lap in her unashamed lust, he again proved his loyalty by refusing to accelerate past the speed he had set earlier. He would not disrupt his queen’s enjoyment of her tryst nor such an intimate moment.

Hathor had to throw her head back and gasp loudly. She surprised herself in that instant when she came a little earlier than expected. Her vaginal walls sucked and milked at Daniel’s member. No longer able to maintain his steady composure in his state of subservience and desire, he broke as his dick tensed up and came inside the tight pussy crushing it. His cries of release were far more helpess than hers as his semen gushed inside of her fertile womb, immediately giving her another orgasm on top of her first one. Her eyes turned gold and her moans of ecstasy were tinged with the telltale Goa’uld bass-flanged voice. She continued riding him in wicked triumph almost laughing as she did so, as she was determined to milk him dry of his precious goo until she the last of his seed dripped out of his penis and she felt him soften up inside of her.