I'm not sure which if you lovely people out there nominated my original Sam/Vala story, but thank you! I received the message from Bluemoon on Monday and was thrilled with it. Considering how the next two days panned out (flying to Winnipeg, getting sinus headache, passing out from sinus meds, getting evacuated from our hotel because it was on fire, getting heatstroke from standing outside, watching said fire, then having our plane home delayed by two hours, which meant we almost didn't get to land because of heavy fog) was one of the things that got me through.

That, and I accidently stole a napkin from the hotel, which became a cold compress, a blindfold, a small pillow and a face cloth, as the day went along. That napkin is now going to be an essential part of my travelling kit. LOL

But anyways, please keep an eye out at http://www.moonsmusings.com/bluemoon/ for voting to open!

Title: Where There’s A Jekyll, There’s A Hyde
Author: Galinda
Feedback Email: galindathegood@hotmail.com
Rating: R (you got slash, you got bondage, you got sex - it’s R-rated baby!)

Pairing: Sam/Vala
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Summary: Vala gets her comeuppance (Man, I do so love that word!)

Warnings/Spoilers: There ain’t no spoilers to be found here, but if you’ve got an issue with the leather culture or D/s lifestyle go and stick your head back in the vanilla sand, this story t’aint for you!
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, though I love them as if they were my own. MGM, Gekko, and people with far more power than I, carry all rights to Stargate SG1, all copyrighted material associated with said show and characters, as well as all marketing rights. Please don’t bloody well sue me for this bit o’fun… I’m not worth much anyways.

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A grunt, a rustling and an intense pain in her lower back where someone’s foot was imbedded, awoke Samantha Carter, bringing her to full consciousness. Rolling over brought her face to face with the owner of the foot, and when her eyes focused on the features, memory flooded back.

Her, strapped down and bound in leather, Vala standing above her, whip in hand. No escape and no desire to do so.

Good god, had it been real?

The woman lying next to her, snoring lightly, spoke to the positive.

Gently, so as not to wake Vala, Sam edged out of the sheets, gaining her feet and picking up her bathrobe. She went into the ensuite, closing the door carefully, then moving to sit on the edge of the tub. Elbows on knees, Sam ran her fingers through her hair, gripping as if to hold onto her sanity. What had she done? God, what had they done?

Her mind going into analytical overdrive, Sam began to think of damage control. No one on the base could know about this, it would jeopardize SG1’s field readiness, it would make the team dynamics more than awkward and it would give General O’Neill far too much to think about.

“Good morning, Sunshine.” The unexpected voice startled Sam out of her reverie and her skin. She jumped and spun, the motion of which caused her rump to slip on the smooth porcelain, sending her backwards into the tub. “I see you’ve already started your morning exercises.”

“You surprised me, Vala,” Sam said, pulling herself upright, and determinedly ignoring the redness suffusing her cheeks.

“Statement of the obvious, Samantha.” Vala leaned back against he sink, arms crossed, watching as Sam extricated herself from the tub. She was clad in one of Sam’s old Academy t-shirts, the hem of which just managed to reach mid-thigh and her hair, usually pulled back into a Lara Croft-like ponytail, was flowing free. “I thought it was normal practice to fill the bathtub with water before getting in.” She raised one perfectly plucked brow, “And one usually removes one’s clothes, doesn’t one?”

“I wasn’t planning on taking a bath.”

“Then what were you doing in here?”

“Thinking.”

“About redecorating? I think blue would be a much nicer colour than the sterile white you’ve got going in here.” Vala was looking down at Sam, who had regained her perch. “I keep expecting Dr. Frasier to jump out of the linen closet with her penlight.”

“Vala.”

“Alright,” Vala’s expression softened at the frustration in Sam’s voice, “if you weren’t contemplating paint shades what were you thinking about?”

“I don’t know.”

Again the raised brow, “I see.”

“I… I was trying to… I was thinking about last night.”

“Ah,” Vala crossed one leg over the other, bring the t-shirt up another couple of inches. Sam slid her gaze sideways, pretending to be interested in the toilet brush. Neither woman believed it. “And what was going on in that genius brain of yours, Sam?”

“I don’t know what to do.”

“Do?”

“How do we deal with what happened? Where do we go from here?” Sam hated the desperation in her voice, hated feeling so vulnerable. Hated the fact her eyes kept roving away from the toilet brush and back to Vala’s thighs. Hated the smug expression on the other woman’s face…wait…

“Vala, why aren’t you smirking at me?”

“Sorry?”

“Why aren’t you smirking at me? That’s what you do in situations like these.” Vala was frowning now, staring back in confusion. Sam felt unaccountably angry at her for not gloating, for not being the Vala who enjoyed one upping everyone around her. “Whenever you see someone show vulnerability, or beat them in an argument or…or just because you feel like doing it, you smirk at them.”

“I do?” No sarcasm, no false innocence.

“Yes, dammit, you do!” Sam felt the need to attack grow, pushing aside embarrassment and insecurity. “That’s what you do, Vala. You make people feel stupid, you mock them and toy with them. You’re a consummate con artist and god knows you enjoy fucking with people. And when you get that step on someone, when you know you’ve got them by the nose, you smirk. Your lip quirks up, your nose wrinkles and your eyes get this self-amused glint to them. You do it whether you’ve one-upped a G’oauld system lord or just beaten Daniel at a game of chess. But you always do it when you’re in control, so why the hell aren’t you doing it now?”

For a moment all was silence, excepting Sam’s angry panting. Vala’s brows had knitted together, her forehead layered like a pug’s.

“Really? My nose wrinkles when I smirk?”

“AOOGHGHGHGHHH!!!!” Sam sprang from the tub and grabbed Vala’s shoulders, her fingers bunching the t-shirt into handholds. “You are so god damn infuriating!”

“But, Sam, I was serious!” Vala protested, her hand coming up to touch her nose, “How wrinkled does it get?”

“That’s so it!” Sam, with the speed of a striking cobra, snatched Vala’s wrist, twisted and yanked the other woman’s arm behind her back. Vala’s mewl of protest and most probably pain was lost as Sam’s lips smashed into hers. Blood was drawn as Sam’s incisor nipped the tender inside of Vala’s lip, though neither woman pulled back. To be truthful, Vala couldn’t have if she’d tried, as Sam’s free hand was wrapped in her hair, forcibly holding her still. Heedless of Vala’s own sharp teeth, Sam’s tongue darted in and out, exploring. Conquering.

The kiss, if one could use that word to describe such a battle, raged on in that land of timelessness such things inhabited. When Sam did finally pull back, chest heaving, her anger had not abated, but felt stoked, like a small fire being fed with gasoline until it roars.

“You brought that bag home, didn’t you?” Sam was gasping between words, her thinking at combat speed. “Where is it?”

“Sam? What are you doing?” Though apprehensive, licking her bitten lip, Vala showed no fear. In fact, something akin to anticipation danced in those dark pools.

“Teaching you a lesson that has been long in coming.” Eyes flicking over the bathroom, they alighted upon her robe, hanging on the back of the door. With a quick snap Professor Jones would have been proud of, Sam pulled the sash from its loops and spun Vala around, pressing her against the sink. The terrycloth was wrapped around the smaller woman’s wrists, with enough left over to serve as a makeshift leash. A smart tug and Vala found herself dancing backwards into the bedroom, fighting hard to keep her balance and her bearings. “Now, where’s the bag?”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with it if I did tell you. Ai!” Vala yipped as Sam spun her into the wall, bodies pressed flat, knee between her legs.

“The first thing I do is find something to fill that mouth.”

Eyes smoldering, smirk in full force, Vala replied, “Yeah, good luck with that.” Sam’s gazed locked on Vala’s, two lionesses vying for dominance. Miraculously Vala looked away first.

“Where is it, Vala?”

“Under your bed.”

“Thank. You.”

“You’re ever so welcome, Colonel.”

“You just never learn, do you?” A smile, much colder than Sam usually wore, crept across her lips. Vala shivered. “Chilled?”

“Just a tad.”

“Well, I’m sure we can do something to fix that,” Sam pulled on the leash and, stumbling, Vala followed her across the bedroom. A rough shove and she found herself face down on the bedspread, legs kicking uselessly in the air. The sound of nylon sliding on carpet confirmed that Sam had indeed discovered the bag’s hiding place and zipper being undone sent another shiver skittering along Vala’s spine.

“Ah, I think this’ll do the job.”

Dangling from Sam’s hand, swinging like a pendulum, was a large purple ball gag. Vala’s eyes followed the back and forth motion like an audience member at magic show. She was so mesmerized that she almost didn’t fight back as Sam attempted to jam it into her mouth. “Almost” would be the operative word, as Vala did snap back to reality just as the blonde was leaning down, straps held at the ready.

Sam had made the rookie mistake of not securing their captive’s feet before coming into close range, and she paid for it. Vala’s long, well-muscled leg pistoned up, catching Sam in the ribs and sending her sprawling to the floor. Another second and Vala had rolled herself onto her feet and was making for the bedroom door, planning on getting to the guest bathroom and locking Sam out. Things did not go as planned as Sam grabbed one of Vala’s ankles and brought her down hard. Scrambling up the brunette’s withering body, Sam straddled her, grabbed Vala’s hair and pulled. It had the desired effect of making the other woman scream, thereby allowing the ball gag to pop behind her teeth, silencing her mid-yell.

“GRrg, mmmm rggr!”

“You really shouldn’t have kicked me,” Sam leaned back, riding Vala like a bucking bronco. Mindful of the wildly kicking legs, she reached over to the bag and pulled out a pair of leather leg cuffs, also purple in colour. “But then we all know how Vala’s impulsiveness doesn’t often bring great happiness.”

Working carefully, Sam brought her victim’s legs down and together, locking both the cuffs and a short chain together with padlocks. Seeing that her makeshift bondage with the robe’s sash was in danger of coming loose, she reached for and found that same straightjacket Vala had used on her the night before. Ignoring the complicated rush of emotions that came with the sensuous feel of the jacket’s leather in her hands, Sam bent to the task of getting Vala’s thrashing limbs into the armholes. A few well-timed and painful smacks to the ass were enough to stun the smaller woman into momentary submission and soon Sam had her fully trussed and secured.

The first rush of anger and frustration had ebbed some and Sam found her vision clearing of the red haze she’d heretofore been seeing the world through. Now she took a good long look at the bound woman squirming on the floor and she smiled. Vala saw the smile and began to squirm harder. She knew the look on Sam’s face, knew it all to well, having seen it in the mirror on more than one occasion. It was the look a cat got when it was playing with a mouse it knew had no chance of escape. And, surprisingly, it sent a thrill through Vala’s nether regions.

“Ah shit,” Vala said, though because of the ball gag it came out sounding more like, “ahhh, sifff.” Sam, however, seemed to get the gist of it.

“I wonder what else is in this bag of tricks, hmmm Vala? Shall we take a peek?” Rolling off her captive, Sam took the bag and upended it on the carpet, watching with acute curiosity as things of all shapes and colours fell out. Some she couldn’t identify, others were self-explanatory and some were just downright weird. Such as the blue dolphin-shaped wiggling vibrator which apparently played music. The wiggling-vibrator part she got, but who wanted musical accompaniment, especially “Dance of the Sugarplum Fairies”?

Something was niggling at her subconscious as Sam shifted through the bag’s contents. Everything was brand new, some things still in their original packaging, as of they’d never been used. Not that Sam had a hell of a lot of experience with toy bags, but she didn’t think it was normal for someone to be carrying around all new stuff. Hell, there was still a receipt in the pile, with the purchaser’s Visa card number…and name…

“Samantha Carter.” Vala, who had been rather distracted with her escape attempts, rolled over at Sam’s seemingly random voicing of her own name. Her eyes fell on the scrap of paper in the blonde’s hand and her eyes widened in panic. She looked up to see those baby blues staring at her in shock.

“Ahh siffff.”

“You bought this with my credit card…last week.” Sam was feeling that anger demon beginning to stir, deep in her stomach. “You had the entire thing planned, didn’t you?”

“Uuurrmmm?”

“Don’t even think of trying to play innocent with me, Vala.” Sam stared down at the pile of toys, mind racing. “You had the guy bring in the bag as if it was his, as if you were just lucky enough to take advantage of the situation. But you’d left nothing up to chance, had you? Even grabbing my wallet so you would have my card when you needed to confirm the purchase. You conniving little…”

“Saarrmmm!”

“Oh, I am so going to enjoy this.” Reaching out and grabbing items, lining them up so she could see what each was meant for, and if she couldn’t discern their use putting them back in the bag for future research, Sam let her mind free-form. “Have I ever mentioned that I love irony? That I find it to be the most amusing of all forms of humour? Ohh, and I’ve always loved when someone gets their comeuppance.”

“Sarrmmm?” Vala looked up at her, pleading. Sam just smiled back and reached for a long dark green dildo and the accompanying bottle of lube.

“But the question is, how do I get this into you without you braining me?” Sam looked around the bedroom, wondering if using her Zat would be overkill. Instead her eyes alighted on the foot of her bed, where two sturdy oak posts jutted upwards. Who needed alien technology when you had old-style craftsmanship?

Vala was heavier than she looked, most of the woman’s frame being given over to muscle, so that Sam was glad she had a weight-lifting regimen. With a few grunts and muttered oaths she had her prisoner on the bed and began the process of spread-eagling her to the bed posts. Thankfully Vala had had the foresight to purchase enough rope to circle the globe at least twice, so Sam had no trouble finding enough to secure her. Once this was done, she again picked up the dildo and lube, as well as a small red butt-plug and a pair of latex panties with built-in vibrating bullet. The last made her quirk an eyebrow at the trussed woman, who sighed and shrugged.

What Sam noticed immediately after removing the crotch strap of the straightjacket was the musky scent and rather copious amounts of natural lubricant waiting within. Her lips curling into a feral grin, Sam laughed roughly and stuck two fingers between Vala’s dewy lips. The woman’s reaction was electric.

Vala surged upwards, pulling hard on the ropes binding her legs to the posts, unashamedly impaling herself farther onto Sam fingers. At the same time, from between her gagged lips, surged a howl of need. Sam froze, shocked, suddenly unsure of what to do. She hadn’t expected that sort of reaction, her expectations more along the lines of Vala shouting gagged curses at her and struggling to get away. Pretty much anything but this.

For her part, Vala was somewhere beyond thinking. For a woman who’d spent most of her life in control, or at least being the controller of others, she was reveling in her submission. From the moment Sam’s fingers had entered her, all Vala wanted was to be used, and used hard. So, why the hell then was nothing going on below? Her eyes, squeezed shut, flew open and she stared down at the blonde, sitting like a statue. Good god, didn’t the woman have any clue?

“MMppphhh!!” Vala growled and humped her hips, moving Sam’s fingers along with her. Whether by accident or by instinct Sam’s thumb found Vala’s clit and sent her into paroxysms of bliss. Her hips moved faster as Sam increased the pressure, building up the needed friction to take some of the edge off. But just as she was racing towards said edge, the fingers and thumb were suddenly gone. “MPPHHPH PHPPM SIIFIFFF!!”

“Calm down, Vala, you’ll get there in the end.” Panting around the gag, a fog of mindless need graying her vision, Vala glared down at the woman sitting between her legs. Sam had apparently come to a decision judging by the confident set of her quirked lips. “But you need to remember, I’m in control now. Not you. Understand.?”

Vala continued to glare.

Sam flicked her finger against Vala’s clit. Hard.

Vala screamed.

“Understand?”

“Mpppff.”

“Good. Now lie still so I don’t go sticking anything in the wrong hole.” Vala decided to lie still.

Swiftly and with a good deal of minor torture, Sam had both of Vala’s waiting orifices filled and her clit well lubed beneath the latex panty. In her hand she held a remote control (for the bullet) and a short riding crop (for any needed corrections). “Now, I’m going to go and have a shower, brush my teeth and change into something a bit more fitting for this sort of scene. You’re going to lie here and behave, got it?” A flick of the crop against Vala’s inner thigh had her nodding in  agreement. “Good. But I don’t want you to be bored.”

Moving her thumb on the remote, Sam started the bullet moving at its lowest setting. She then snugged down the crotch strap of the straightjacket, pushing the vibrator firmly against Vala’s clit.

It was enough.

Hips reaching for the sky, the unexpected orgasm avalanched through Vala, her entire body going as rigid as if she’d been hit by lightning. She screamed into her gag, teeth biting hard enough to leave permanent marks in the rubber. Her back arched, her weight now on only her shoulders and heels. Sam, surprised, went with her instincts and turned the vibrator up higher.

Ten minutes later and Vala was still feeling the after shocks, small twitches in her clit, and a surrounding sense of rightness with the world. The afterglow was shattered when Sam leaned down and kissed her just as she turned on the bullet once more. Vala’s eyes popped open, and she shook her head in desperation.

“That was very entertaining, Vala. So much so that I want to see it again. And again.” She bent down and kissed her captive on the nose, ignoring the glare of death. “But, as I said, I have things to do. I would suggest not coming again, for if you do, that’ll be twice more you have to come when I’m watching. And don’t think I won’t know…” Sam pointed to the side table, where a small digital video recorder sat, it’s red “record” light blazing merrily.

“Ahhh shifff.”

“Glad we have an agreement.” As Sam stepped into the ensuite bathroom, leaving the door open so Vala could see her strip, the bound captive realized something. Sam had been smirking at her. As the vibrations began working her towards another inevitable orgasm, Vala came to the conclusion that smirking was a dangerous pastime, one that could often bring unforeseen consequences. She’d have to make sure Sam learned her own lesson. Eventually…

Okay, so I had to go into work on my day off, and I was ill on Saturday, so I didn't get a chance to write as much as I wanted to. However, I'll give you guys a part of the Sam/Janet fic just to wet the appetite!

Title: Putting Carter Back Together 1/?
Author: Galinda
Rating: Not even PG for part 1. Don't worry, I intend on it getting steamier!
Pairing: Janet/Sam
Fandom: Stargate SG1 
Summary: Janet has that dang unrequited love thing going on.
Warnings/Spoilers: None as of yet, and no warning unless you don't like femslash. In which case... SHOO!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, though I love them as if they were my own. MGM, Gekko, and someone with far more power than I, carry all rights to Stargate SG1, all copyrighted material associated with said show and characters, as well as all marketing rights. Please don’t bloody well sue me for this bit o’fun… I’m not worth much anyways.
Author's Notes: This is just part one, I have no idea where Janet's going to lead me. But I'm sure it'll be fun.
Beta: Who needs a beta? LOL Any mistakes are mine and I love them!


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“You’re not serious…are you?”

“I’m always serious, Sam.”

Sam Carter harrumphed into her mug, ignoring the glare her friend shot her. It was early in the morning, and on days when she wasn’t off saving the planet Sam was not what one would consider a morning person. So, if she pissed Janet Frasier off, it wasn’t going to eat away at her conscience. Even if the smaller woman’s glare was formidable.

“You want me to take a month off for recuperation? A month away from the SGC?”

“Injuries have a way of catching up to you, Sam. And you’ve had three concussions in the last two weeks. Not to mention the torn muscles in your back, the still healing scars and interesting rope burns you received on your last outing.” Janet shook her head, her brown eyes closing in frustration, and hoping her friend couldn’t see how worried she actually was. Sam had a way of downplaying her pain, even to herself. It was a dangerous habit. And an irritating one for the CMO. “You need to take a break.”

“Janet, I can’t. There are experiments I’m in the middle of.”

“Let your assistants handle them.”

“It’s not the same.”

“Don’t you trust them?”

“Of course I do, but that’s not the point.”

“It’s not?”

“No.”

“Then what is?”

“That,” Sam paused, blushed, “I want to be there for the results. And what about SG1?”

“Daniel’s doing a lecture tour, Teal’c is working off planet with small group of Jaffa, and Colonel O’Neill is heading out to participate in an international hockey tournament.” Janet ticked off each member of SG1 on her fingers. “Somehow I think they can manage without you, Sam.”

“Yeah, but…”

“Are you still going to resist me?” There was something dangerous in the petite woman’s tone, something that set the hairs on Sam’s neck to full attention. She frowned, trying to discern what was coming from Janet’s unreadable expression.

“Yes.”

“Fine. Here.” Janet handed Sam a sheet of type written paper, signed at the bottom. As she took in the words Sam’s emotions boiled over.

“Janet, you’ve gone too far!” she growled angrily. “Getting General Hammond to temporarily remove me from active duty? How is that going to look in my file?”

“It won’t be in your file, Sam, if you just take some time off.” She hated the fact her friend was livid at her, but Sam had pushed her into taking serious action. “The General agreed with me that you would be of no use to the SGC if you drove yourself into the ground. He wrote and signed this order in case you wouldn’t listen to me. If you force me to use it, then that decision will be on your head.”

“That’s blackmail.”

“You bet your ass it is, Major.” Janet snatched the sheet of paper from Sam’s clenching fists. “And I have no qualms doing it. Trust me, I’m not bluffing you, Sam. And I am truly worried about you. You’re my friend as well as my patient.”

“What the hell am I going to do for a month? I’ll die of boredom, Janet.” Sam glared up at the ceiling, her jaw clenched. “I just don’t do well on my own, without something to do.”

“Then come hang out with me.” Janet smiled at Sam’s confused look, her friend’s eyebrow quirking down, her lips puckering in. “Cassie’s going away to summer camp this year, and I’ve decided that it’s time for me to get some stuff done around the house. I thought it would be nice if she came home and had her room redone.”

“She has been complaining how it’s too little girlish.”

“Every damn chance she gets. I forgot that the cute little girl I adopted would one day become a teenager.”

“More like you were in deep denial.” Sam, her anger ebbing away, grinned. “So, you’re telling me I need to take a break, relax, or I’m going to fall apart, but you have no qualms in shanghaiing me into home repair?”

“Yup.”

Sam shook her head in mock disbelief. “God knows how you rose to such a level of power, Doctor.”

“Oh,” Janet’s eyes glinted with humour, “I have my ways.”

“I always thought you and the General were awful close…”

“Sam!” Janet smacked the blonde hard on the arm. “So, are you up to a little “While You Were Out”, or are you going to leave me alone with my power tools? I can promise a good supply of food and fermented grain beverages if you agree.”

“Alright,” Sam acquiesced. “It’s not like I’ve anything else to do.” There followed the ironing out of details, who was to bring which brand of beer and who was in charge of ordering pizza. If Janet was honest, she’d have to admit that having the lanky Major as her house guest had her more excited than she had any right to be. The two had been friends for years, ever since Sam had awoken in the aftermath of the infection from P3X-797 and been told she’d tried to forcibly seduce her commanding officer. The poor woman hadn’t wanted to leave the medical lab, so mortified was she at her actions. Janet had taken Sam into her office and talked her through her anxiety. The bond between them had been forged in iron, and Janet was one of the few who had known at that early stage the attraction between Jack O’Neill and his 2CO.

That knowledge had been a blessing and a curse; the confidence had given Janet her closest friend but had also shown how out of reach that friend was. There was to never be anything more between them but friendship, no matter what Janet imagined as she lay alone at night, watching the shadows flicker across her bedroom walls.

She sighed deeply. What was the point in torturing herself like this? At least she’d get to see Sam in something sexier than her BDUs. Not that there wasn’t something to be said for a woman in uniform, but when you were around it all day, every day, the novelty tended to wear thin. Now, Sam Carter in cut-offs and t-shirt, covered in paint… that was something to warm the cockles, that was.

Title: An Interlude: Wherein Vala Becomes Bored and Sam Learns a Lesson
Author: Galinda
Feedback Email: galindathegood@hotmail.com
Rating: R-ish (some would consider it R, considering where it takes place. Bloody thought police…)
Pairing: Sam/Vala
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Requested By: preygurl
Word Count: 4098
Summary: Vala decides she needs a night out, Sam gets dragged along for the ride. And what a ride it is!
Warnings/Spoilers: There ain’t no spoilers to be found here, but if you’ve got an issue with the leather culture or D/s lifestyle go and stick your head back in the vanilla sand, this story t’aint for you!

Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters, though I love them as if they were my own. MGM, Gekko, and someone with far more power than I, carry all rights to Stargate SG1, all copyrighted material associated with said show and characters, as well as all marketing rights. Please don’t bloody well sue me for this bit o’fun… I’m not worth much anyways.

Author's Notes: This would be my first Sappho Challenge, and I hope it won’t be my last. Thanks to preygurl for picking an awesome pairing and I hope I was able to meet your expectations. If not I give you permission to beat me with a wet noodle. Here’s the original request:

 Requester: preygurl
 Fandom & Pairing: SG-1, Sam/Vala
 Prompts: Leather bar, First-time
 Squicks: Just for this piece, no "SG boyz"
 Rating: R or higher
 Spoilers: spoilers, we don't need no stinkin' spoilers, pshaw

and with delicate woven cloths cover her up well

The Enclave is a real place in Denver, Colorado. Their mission is to run a club where people can be who they are without fear or prejudice. At the moment they are fighting for their rights in the Colorado Supreme Court as  I discovered whilst doing some research for the story and I feel they are fighting a good fight for those inhabitants of Earth who aren’t “normal”. Good on ya, I say! I have never been to The Enclave, though I hope I have caught the essence of the place and haven’t dishonoured it in anyway.

Beta: Thanks to my beautiful wife, Shannon, who put up with me banning her from the den and having to listen to celtic music. You’re the one who married an Irishwoman!

Sam had known she shouldn’t have invited Vala to come and stay with her. Everyone had told her exactly how stupid, moronic, insane, committable she was for even considering the idea. Colonel O’Neill had helpfully suggested she should offer her place to Vala, then take her in her car and drop her off in some remote spot in the surrounding wilderness. Sam had decided against this exceptionally well thought out advice and had instead done the unthinkable. She had brought Vala home.

The woman had immediately pointed out how “homey and cozy” the place was, though in a tone that made Sam grit her teeth together. Vala had then thrown herself down on Sam’s bed and gone to sleep. Sam had found herself on the couch. It had not been a good start.

The days had progressed into weeks and one night Sam came home to find Vala in the kitchen… cooking. Cooking something that smelled good. Cooking something that hadn’t burnt down the house.

Apparently Vala had been surfing on the Internet and had somehow gotten to a site where they had videos of cooking classes. She’d been extremely bored and decided to give it a try. Surprisingly she was talented at it. Even Vala had a domestic streak in her.

So, the two had sat down to a home-cooked meal of  Beer-Can Chicken, Garlic Mashed Potatoes and Buttered Baby Carrots. It was accompanied by the rest of the six-pack Vala had grabbed for the chicken. By the end of it Sam found herself stuffed and happy, with a rather pleasant buzz blurring her thoughts and senses. From what she could tell Vala was feeling the same. They’d gotten into a conversation over why Vala had needed a place to crash, as the SGC had supposedly found her a place to live. Outside of the giant mountain silo that is. Sam had known it had something to do with Vala’s legendary temper and stubbornness but she still had trouble believing her ears.

“It’s called a Co-Op because you’re supposed to co-operate with each other,” Sam used her finger to mop up the last dollop of potatoes from her plate. Vala shrugged.

“Yeah, so? I don’t play well with morons who act like mini-dictators.”

“Obviously. But did you really have to harm the tomato plants?”

“They aren’t as innocent as they make themselves out to be.”

Sam laughed, throwing her arms up in surrender. “Okay, the tomatoes are planning to take over the world, eh?”

“Maybe. I wasn’t sure of their final goal.” Vala deadpanned.

“Alright, now I know you’re drunk.” Sam got up, grabbed both plates and went to dump them in the kitchen sink. Vala followed with the beer mugs and cutlery and the two got down and dirty with soapsuds and dishcloths. When the housework was finished and they’d wiped the soapsuds off the ceiling, Vala glanced at the front door.

“I’m bored.”

Sam winced. Those were words everyone feared coming from Vala. They were usually succeeded by something blowing up, someone getting punched or, at the very least, some sort of major lawsuit. Sam didn’t want her house going up in smoke, she really didn’t feel like getting a black eye and courtrooms tended to give her hives after the sheer number of off-world ones she’d found herself in over the course of her SG1 career. So, out of desperation she said. “Why don’t we go to Denver?”

“Denver?” Vala smiled, her eyes glinting. “Sure, we could go there. I was on the Internet yesterday and saw a few places I’d like to visit.”

“What?” Sam asked. “Like the Zoo or Coors Field?”

“Why the hell would I want to go and stare at a field? You know how much I hate cows.” Vala was already putting on her leather jacket and was handing Sam hers. “No, there are a few “Night Clubs” I want to check in.”

“Check out.” Sam corrected distractedly, taking her jacket and slipping her arms into the supple material. “You want to go clubbing?”

“Yes.”

“So, we’re going out for a girl’s night in Denver?” Vala canted her head to one side, a silent question. “You know, no guys allowed, girl’s only. Do some flirting, some drinking and some dancing.”

“You dance?” Vala made the question sound as unlikely as Liberals taking over the Whitehouse.

Sam blushed and stammered. “Yeah, a bit. Sometimes… Haven’t in awhile.”

“Huh,” Vala gave her a once over. “Maybe I’ve under-estimated you, Sam.”

“Maybe.”

“Come on, get your bike out, let’s go.” Sam glanced at the wall clock. It’d been over two hours since she'd had anything to drink and dinner had done a good job of soaking up any excess alcohol. She wouldn’t get on her bike if she wasn’t dead sober. There was enough danger in her life without adding in idiotic actions to the mix. Though they would have to look into getting a hotel room once they arrived as there was more than a likely chance there would be more imbibing as the night progressed. But for now she was good to go.

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“The Enclave?” Sam choked on her beer, spilling a small amount onto her chin. Vala didn’t seem to notice, her attention far more focused on a building across the street. They were in Commerce City, sitting at a bar stuck into the side of an industrial building, in the middle of an industrial district. Down the street was a fenced off lot that carried a sign warning people to stay out due to hazardous materials. And across from them sat The Enclave, one of Denver’s most notorious BDSM / Leather clubs.

“Yeah,” replied Vala, innocence written across her face, “I read about it online.”

“I bet you did.”

“The website said they were a well-priced private club. The owners looked like a nice couple…”

“Vala,” Sam wasn’t that easy a mark, and if Vala thought she was she had another think coming, “I would bet a whole year’s pay on the fact that you know exactly what sort of club that place is. And I would bet another year’s pay that you had every intention of bringing me here from the moment you said “Let’s go out”.”

“And so what if you were right?” Vala grinned wickedly at Sam. “Are you too scared to go and check the place out? Do handcuffs give you the wiggles?”

“Willies, Vala. And no, I’m not scared.” Sam took a deep breath, wondering how to phrase her thoughts so they didn’t sound like she was chickening out. “But you don’t just go and invade that sort of place. I may not be into whips and chains, but I don’t think the people who do that stuff are freaks to be gawked at.”

“Who said anything about gawking?” Vala was already up and taking money from Sam’s wallet to pay the barman. “I intend on getting my hands dirty.”

“What?” Sam found herself gaping up at the raven haired woman. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m saying we’re going in there, and having a good time. A Girl’s Night on the Town, as I think you said.”

Sam hesitated, glancing again across the road. Something was stirring low in her abdomen, a swirling heat that was difficult to ignore. For all her protestations to the opposite Sam did have a taste for whips and chains. Nothing much more than reading stories on the Net or picking up a book here or there. She’d found herself intrigued by the seductive world Anne Rice had brought to life in her Beauty series, which Sam had stumbled upon after reading through the Vampire ones. She had a pretty good stash of trashy romances with a dominate/submissive theme hidden in the back of her closet, along with her personal toys. After all, everyone had to have some down time; even super genius geeks.

But to actually step into that world, to see real people playing at sex slave was…frightening.  It brought her pulse up, adrenaline rushed through her system, priming her for fight or flight. Sam had felt this reaction more times than she could count, on battlefields far and wide. She was a trained soldier, taught to use the high brought on by fear to react quickly and correctly. So, what the hell was the correct reaction to this situation?

Sam never had a chance to make that decision. Vala made it for her in her usual fashion.

“I have your wallet.” She held the leather article in the air, dangling it above Sam’s swimming head. “So, either you come with me or your credit cards and I are going to have a wonderful night out.”

“Vala…” But the other woman was already heading for the door, cocky-ass grin plastered on her vixen features. Sam had no choice but to follow, though her body was telling her to flee for her life. “Damn you.”

Vala was already paying the doorman the entrance fee as Sam came to her side. A red-haired woman stood just inside the doorway, giving people a look over and writing comments in a small book. From what Sam could see, it was a list of names, topped by a heading of “Mistress / Slave”. Oh no…

“Hello,” the woman said, her eyes flickering over their clothing then nodding. “Thank you for dressing appropriately. Just so you know, tonight The Enclave is hosting a Wick’D event.”

“Yes, so I saw on the webpage.” Sam’s neck nearly cramped, as her head snapped around to stare at Vala. What was she up to? “All dominants must be women, right?”

“Yes’m.”

“Good.” Vala’s grin was wicked. “I don’t like men cramping my style.”

“May I ask your names?” The woman had her book out, her eyebrows raised in polite curiousity.

“Lady Vala and…” Vala looked at Sam, saw the panic in her blue eyes, “and pet.” She lowered her voice, so the other woman had to lean in. “She hasn’t yet earned her name.”

Something, probably important internal organs, spasmed  at Vala’s words. Sam opened her mouth to protest, to tell this unknown woman that Vala was crazy, had dragged her here against her will, and that she most certainly didn’t have to earn her name, dammit. But as always seemed to happen when one was around Vala Mal Doran, she wasn’t given the chance. A firm hand clamped itself around her upper arm and with a surprisingly fluid grace, Vala swept her into the club’s main room.

It wasn’t what Sam had been expecting.

No dark stone walls with manacles clinking away as moaning, scantily clad people were whipped by black leather-clad tormentors. Not that there wasn’t a lot of leather about, as that was one of the main ingredients in Enclave’s dress code. But the place was open and artistically designed. Soft colours on the many couches, were offset by rich reds and dark wood throughout the main room. On the walls were bondage photography and paintings, many of them done with a talented hand. People were everywhere, dressed as differently as Sam had ever seen. Some were in leather and chains, others in velvet or latex. In fact, Sam began to feel distinctly underdressed though her dark slacks and leather jacket didn’t scream “outsider!”.

“Come on,” Vala, her fingers still encircling Sam’s bicep, moved towards a set of chairs in the corner.

“Vala, we need to talk.”

“We do?” Vala dropped into one of the chairs. Her face was the picture of innocence. “Why?”

“Oh for God’s Sake!” Sam growled, anger bringing a flush to her face. “You knew about this place! We didn’t get here accidentally, did we?”

“You’ve already had this tantrum, Sam. Get over it.”

“Why?”

“Why what?” A smile flickered at the corners of Vala’s lips, as she lounged back against the upholstery. Her jacket fell open and Sam caught sight of what she was wearing underneath. A black leather corset, inlaid with maroon brocade, obviously tailored to show off Vala’s assets. That swirling feeling was back in Sam’s stomach.

“Why here? Of all the places you could have dragged me, why here?”

Head cocked, Vala stared at Sam. “Because I thought you’d enjoy it.”

“You what?”

“I thought you’d enjoy it.” Vala was actually pouting slightly, seemingly put out by Sam’s anger.  “I mean, it certainly seemed to fit with all the books you’ve got hidden away in the back of your closet. And there were those web pages you bookended on the computer.”

Sam was too distracted to correct Vala’s misuse of words. She felt naked as Vala’s frank gaze held her. “You went through my stuff?”

“I was bored,” a shrug. “There wasn’t anything good on the television.”

“So you went looking in my closet?”

“I’d already gone through the rest of the place. Where else did you expect me to look?”

Sam let out a wordless howl of anger and dropped her head into hands. She started to wonder if it would cause serious problems if she picked up the chair she was sitting on and smashed it into Vala’s smug face.

Yeah, probably.

“Aren’t you enjoying yourself?”

“Does it look like I am, Vala?”

“No,” Vala said sincerely. “But maybe if we look around a bit?”

“What would that do?”

“Maybe get you to loosen up? I mean, come on! You’re so suppressed I’m surprised you haven’t just snapped. And that’s just sad in someone who looks like you.” Sam peered out at the other woman, through the web of her fingers. Vala had leaned forward, allowing Sam a decent view of just what the corset was holding back. “I’ve never understood why you don’t have someone hanging around you. Well, other than that whole geek thing, and no social life.”

“Thanks Vala.”

“You’re welcome.” The sarcasm, as it often was, was lost on Vala. She stood up. “I’m getting bored, and you don’t want that. So, let’s go and see what’s back there.” She pointed towards an inset doorway, leading off the main room. Sam had a feeling she was being led by the nose, but she stood up and followed. “Ahhh, this is more like it. You know, this makes me think of this place I found once, the personal rooms of a prince who had taste for excitement…”

But Sam wasn’t listening to Vala’s words. This room, like the other, was tastefully decorated, but the furnishings were much less mundane. Against one wall an Amazonian woman was tying another woman to a padded table, leather straps being pulled tight. Each yank on the straps made the submissive woman moan in what was undeniable pleasure. Closer to hand a woman gazed out from a white metal cage. She smiled up at Sam, her eyes dancing in the atmospheric light.

The room was intoxicating, the people more so. Sam was so engaged in gazing about her that she didn’t notice Vala’s smile or when the other woman took her hand and pulled her across the floor to stand in front of a padded horse. She did notice when Vala slipped her hands under the lapels of her jacket and slid it from her shoulders. “What are you doing?”

“Playing. This is, after all, a Games Room.” Her tone was light, but Sam heard a deeper meaning. It sent a shiver through her. “Don’t you want to play, Sam?”

“I,” What could she say? This was her teammate, her friend. What the hell would it do to the dynamics of SG1 if she said yes? Which was what she wanted to say, it was what her body was screaming at her to say. “I don’t know.”

“Well, that’s better than “fuck off”, I suppose.” Vala’s fingers danced across the sensitive skin of Sam’s inner arm. Goosebumps began to spread outwards, making her skin ever more sensitive. She found her eyes closing in pleasure, her head falling back. “We’ll just take this a step at a time, hmm?”

“Uhhhmm.”

Vala’s laugh was almost a giggle. “That’s it Sam, just relax. I’m not going to hurt you. Well, not much, anyways.” The giggle became a darker chuckle as Sam’s eyes snapped open. “Pleasure and pain aren’t all that different, you know. Especially when they’re being supplied by someone with my skills.” Sam gasped as Vala’s leg moved between hers, pushing her back to the wall, trapping her there. A hunger burned in the darker woman’s eyes as she leaned in to whisper,

“Say yes, Sam.”

“Yes.” Sam’s breath was ragged, her pulse racing. Some part of her mind was screaming at her to stop, to shove Vala away and then run out into the night, but it was a very small part, and easily pushed to the back. Instead she turned her head and caught Vala’s lips in a passionate kiss. The woman seemed shocked at the bold move, but swiftly reciprocated. When they finally pulled apart, both were breathing hard.

“Well, at least we know you can kiss.”

“I’ve had some experience in that department, thank you very much.” Sam shook her blonde hair from her eyes and glared a challenge.

“Alright, I’ll give you that.” Vala smiled, moving away from Sam, who’s knees suddenly didn’t want to support her. “But how much experience have you had with one of these?” Vala had a riding crop delicately balanced on the palm of her left hand, leaving no doubt in Sam’s mind that the woman had held one before, and probably knew how to use it. Vala took her silence as an answer in itself. “There’s always a first time.”

With a speed and strength that took Sam by surprise, Vala grabbed her and forced her to lean, face down, across the padded horse. The leather was soft and supple, melding to her body. Her arms were taken and stretched to either side, there to be locked into waiting cuffs, her ankles dealt with in a similar fashion. Then she felt Vala’s hand caress her ass, which was now presented to the room. The vulnerability of her position shot bolts of sensation through her, the flight or fight response becoming something wholly new.

The first sthwack of the crop made her jump and yelp, pulling at the bindings. The short chains rattled, but Sam barely moved. Vala’s throaty laugh echoed in her ears. “Starting to realize what sort of trouble you’re in, my dear?” Another strike cracked the air and Sam yelled again.

“Somehow I just knew you’d be a screamer.”

A quick ten, light and dancing, followed by ten harder smacks, left Sam straining against the restraints, clenching her jaw shut so as to hold back her yells. But though the crop stung through the material of her slacks and though she was on full public display, Sam felt warmth creeping into her nether regions. Damn it all to hell, this was one of her fantasies, for god’s sake. Okay, not so much with Vala wielding the whip, but the idea of being tied down and whipped had popped up a time or two in the dark hours before dawn. As the blows continued to rain down, some hard, some soft, Sam found herself pushing her crotch against the padding, trying to work up a bit of friction. She froze when she heard Vala’s voice, close to her ear.

“Samantha Carter, what are you doing?” Sam went red, the blush burning her cheeks crimson. She was grateful that Vala couldn’t see her face. Fingers entwined in her short blonde hair and yanked her head up and back. Shit, now Vala could see her face. “I asked you a question, I expect to be answered.”

“Vala…”

“Lady Vala.”

“Oh, come on…OW!” The blow was the hardest yet, delivered bare-handed with Vala still clutching her hair tightly.

“You’re in no position to argue, Sam.” Vala stared into her eyes, daring her to talk back. “If I ask you a question, you are to respond to me promptly. And you are to address me as “M’lady”. Do you understand?” Another whack made Sam whimper. “Do you understand?”

“Yuh…yes, M’lady.” As though it had never been, the tension in Sam’s body relaxed. It was as if someone had cast a spell over her, loosening her muscles. Vala, whose hand was so tightly caught in her hair, felt the change and nodded.

“Good girl, Sam. Well done. This is what happens when you do what I want you to.” The hand left Sam’s hair and glided along her body until it reached the apex of her legs. Once there, Vala pushed hard against the fabric of her pants, grinding her palm against Sam’s mound.

“Oh God,” Sam’s moan was filled with need, causing her to blush once more. Her hips moved against Vala of their own accord. “Please, ohhhh, yes.”

“Sam, you are a wanton little thing,” Vala said, amused. “This isn’t the best angle for me to get at you. I think a change of position is needed. And perhaps a change of clothing.”

Vala moved away, out of Sam’s sight. For a moment she felt panicked, alone, but she trusted Vala not to leave her here, exposed, for too long. And the idea that someone could come along and…well, that didn’t hurt her racing libido either. After what felt like hours, Vala stepped back into her visual range, a bag of black leather in her hands.

“Look what I found.” Vala leaned down and undid the cuffs holding Sam’s wrists, allowing her to stand up, her legs still spread outwards, the horse supporting her waist. As the blood rushed from her head, Sam realized it wasn’t a bag in Vala’s hands, but something much more intricate. She’d seen them for sale online, had fantasized about how one would feel, but had never seen one in person before. It was a soft leather straightjacket, weighted with buckles and straps, all quite intimidating. “This will make things much easier for me, Sam. Put your arms up in the air. Now.”

Sam obeyed, allowing Vala to slip her white t-shirt over her head, leaving her in just her bra. Which was pink and lacey. Vala cocked an amused eyebrow at the sight, but didn’t comment as she pushed Sam’s arms into the buckled sleeves of the straightjacket. More straps followed, and like the woman Sam had observed earlier, each time one was tightened she moaned. Finally Vala crossed her arms in front of her chest and pulled hard on the straps, welding Sam’s arms into her torso. A quick crouching move, and Sam's feet were free of her shackles, though her legs remained spread to balance her now immobile upper body. 

“Much better.” Vala pulled Sam back against her, hugging her hard. “Fight me, Sam. Try to escape.”

Sam did as she was told, putting everything she had into it. The leather creaked and the buckles clanked but there was no escape. Vala crowed with pleasure, running her hands across Sam’s stomach and downwards. This had the effect of causing Sam to arch back against her, nearly sending both to the floor.  Light on her feet, Vala twisted and slammed Sam bodily onto a wooden circle, winding her.  Sam’s chin went into a divot at the top, padded with yet more leather. As she struggled to get air into her lungs, she felt Vala pulling ropes back and forth across her body, like a spider wrapping its prey, weaving her against the device. Within moments Sam was unable to move an inch, her arms and chest pressed flat to the oak.

“Perfect!” Vala’s voice, filled with triumph, set Sam’s toes to tingling. “Now, let’s see what some of these whips can do. I think this one’ll be a good place to start.” A cat o’nine was dangled before her goggling eyes and Sam renewed her struggles. “I borrowed it from that rather nice fellow over there in the…well, the guy who’s not wearing much at all, to be truthful.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you, Vala?” Sam gasped, as the first blow fell.

“Yes,” Vala said, “I have.”

“Often?”

“Once, twice, a couple hundred.” Sam could hear the shrug. “You lose count as the centuries pass you by. But…” a quick flick of the whip, and a yelp from Sam, “you’re certainly my favorite so far.”

For reasons Sam couldn’t quite comprehend, this made her smile like an idiot. Tied to a medieval torture device, wrapped in inescapable leather, her teammate with whip in hand, aiming for the most tender of places and all she could do was grin.

“Now, stop asking questions and starting yelping, pet. You really don’t want me to get to bored, do you?”