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.
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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.