PART 10
�Oh, and Samantha, one bite, nip or harm could cause this gun to accidentally go off, so behave.�
She took his soft cock into her mouth. She�d done this to him only a few nights before when she�d woken from a particularly erotic dream about Jack. �Jack,� she thought as she tongued the stiffening cock in her mouth. She imagined that it was her Commanding Officer she was servicing as she sucked and licked and used her free hand to get Jake hard again.
When he was fully stiff once more, he pulled her on top of him to straddle his hips and impaled her roughly. Jake latched on to one of her breasts with his mouth. The hand with her gun held her hips in place cruelly, the metal biting into her skin. The thumb of his other hand found her clit again.
Against her will, Sam felt her body betraying her again. She was already slick from what he�d already done to her, and his massage of her clit was making her want to come in the worst way. She couldn�t understand how as a victim of rape she could feel this way.
She kept trying to think of things that would distract her from coming; Jack gone, presumed dead; Jack betraying the team; Maybourne; Makepeace; Kinsey; all the pencil pushing bastards who kept trying to push the SGC in the wrong direction. But in spite of her efforts, her body continued to betray her. As she felt her body start to climax, she tried desperately to imagine someone else in Jake�s place. The only face that would come to mind was Jack�s. The knowledge that she felt those feelings shocked her into climax.
�Bitch!� he screamed as punched her in the ribs with the gun, �Don�t you dare think of him while you�re riding me!�
He flung her off of him as his other fist connected with her jaw. The pain in her wrist combined with her ribs and the shooting pain in her jaw to bring tears to her eyes, but damned if she�d let Jake see her cry.
�You are not his,� he bellowed, �You are mine!�
With that he pulled out another set of cuffs and manacled her right hand to the headboard. He set the gun down now that she was helpless against him. He slid both hands possessively over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. When he touched her breasts, he gently caressed both nipples back into hardness. Cruelly, he bit her left breast until she screamed in pain.
�See,� he snarled as he lifted his head, �you can react to me!"
Both of his hands grabbed her hips, his fingernails digging deeply into her skin. When she didn�t wince or scream at the pain he�d inflicted, he changed tactics. Flipping her on to her stomach, he forced her into a kneeling position. He shoved into her wet core from behind. After thrusting viciously three or four times, he pulled out and slammed back up her ass. His objective was to cause pain and hear her scream. The unexpectedness of being taken anally after the earlier brutality wrenched a whimper from Sam�s throat.
�I�m not going to make it any easier for him,� she kept thinking, �I�m not going to scream. I�m not going to cry. He has my body, but he can�t have my soul. My soul belongs to--�
It was almost as if Jake could hear her thoughts, could hear the mantra in her head. To bring her back to his abuse of her, he punched her in the kidneys. Sam held true to her resolve and didn�t let out a sound.
That seemed to send him over the edge completely. Jake suddenly pulled out of her ass and began pummeling her. He hit her repeatedly. Kidneys, ribs, face, arms and legs were hit over and over again until she was nothing more than a bloodied lump that had passed into unconsciousness
Jake flipped her prone body onto her back. Slapping her, at first gently and then harder to bring her back to consciousness, he shoved himself into her core again.
�Samantha,� he said almost tenderly, �Wake up. I have one more thing to do . . .�
She vaguely felt the hot stickiness of his semen spurting into her body as she felt him climax again.
�Oh God,� she thought weakly as her body slowly sank into the darkness which would protect her from Jake, �Don�t let Jack find my body . . .�
She closed her eyes trying to block out the visions of Jake�s brutality that morning. Sam didn�t know what broke her out of the nightmare of remembering. But just as quickly as she realized she was back in the present, her mind returned to the weeks before the rape . . . Jake had been so gentle and loving.
Sam had initiated the rough sex; shown Jake she�d liked it. Part of her, her logical side, knew that that didn�t matter. She knew that even though she�d accepted it in the past, this time she had repeatedly told him �No� and �Stop� and he had still persisted. But the other part of her, the part of her that had hidden for years behind school, the military and her work; the scared little girl afraid that she�d killed her mother, whispered that she was to blame for what had happened. It whispered that she was a tease, a flirt. It whispered that she�d gotten what she deserved.
�No!� she cried, �No, I�m not! I didn�t! No!�
�Sam!� she heard his voice yell, she realized it wasn�t Jake with her now. It was Jack�s voice quietly comforting her, �Sam, sh-h-h, it�s okay, sh-h-h.�
She felt his arms go around her, but she shrugged him away.
�No! Just leave me alone,� she cried, �Please, just go away!�
�Carter!� Jack finally yelled at her, �I am not him and you need to get a grip!�
The command in his voice woke her from the terror of the vision and silenced the whisper.
�Sir?� she whispered shakily.
�Yeah, Sam,� he said softly, �You got everything you need? I got your duffle. Let�s go.�
�No, sir,� she said quickly, �I never got what I needed.�
She picked up the picture frame from the nightstand. She opened the stand drawer and pulled a couple of items out. Closing the drawer, she turned on her heel away from the bed. Nodding at Jack, she walked out of the room without looking back.