Jack and Daniel

Personal Sacrifice Part 7

By: Stacy L.

DESPONDENCY

SUBMIT TO DESPAIR

Captured and Returned

Zeenan watched as Daniel was led before Osiris. He had been recaptured much quicker this time than last. He shook his head saddened for he knew what his lord would request as punishment. He wanted to be angry with Daniel, but he couldn't for he knew the reason Daniel left. This time he had ran because he had no idea what else to do. He had been feeling trapped and was still struggling with trying to remain sexually subservient to Osiris. Zeenan knew that Daniel did not wish to serve, but he did so willingly and passionately. Daniel had escaped because he was feeling hopeless and helpless. He was feeling pressured and he was not being given time to come to terms with his new role in Osiris' life. If his lord had understood why his servant fled then he would not be ordering the man to be punished for his defiance.

He watched as Daniel was led before Osiris and forced to his knees before his god. Daniel glanced briefly at Osiris before down casting his eyes. He already knew what was going to happen. He had learned the first time the penalty of escaping from his lord. As Daniel hung his head as he kneeled between the two guards who were maintaining painful grips on his upper arms Zeenan felt his sadness increase. He swallowed hard wanting to speak up in Daniel's defense but knew that to do so now while his god was so angry was to make his punishment far more severe. Osiris would use his defense of the Tau'ri as a reason to punish him for daring to acquire supporters in his legion. He remained stoically silent watching the scene as it played out before him.

Daniel nearly cried when Osiris' guards recaptured him. He hadn't even made it very far before they found him. He felt any chance at hope flee the instant they grabbed him and dragged him back towards Osiris' palace. As he was led inside he heard several servants whispering about Osiris' favored daring to escape again. He knew what would befall him for daring to escape a second time. Osiris would punish him like before. He knew that he should fight the guards but just had no energy or strength to do so for every step they moved him closer to Osiris the more his heart broke and his heart shattered.

As he was led into the throne room he only winced as the guards forced him to his knees before his god. He could feel the lead chain brushing against his back settling in between his shoulder blades that served as another reminder of his station and his life now that Osiris staked his claim on him. He would never get free of the snake would he? He felt fear and helplessness again surge within as his thoughts became more depressing the longer he remained on his knees before his god. He didn't even dare a glance at Zeenan for he knew the Jaffa was probably very disappointed in his actions this day. He didn't think that at the moment he could handle the disappointment and rage he would see in the eyes of a man he had since come to call friend.

He listened to Osiris as the Goa'uld lord stood and approached. He didn't even give him the courtesy of looking upon his face. Osiris approached pressing his finger under Daniel's chin before pushing his head up. Instead of focusing on the face of Sarah he kept his eyes downcast. Osiris spoke, "It is good to see some humility in your gaze, slave. You obviously know of just how much you upset your god by daring to escape me again."

Daniel spoke softly without thought, "Yes My Lord."

Osiris cocked his head to the side rather surprised that Daniel even addressed him let alone addressed him as his lord after his escape attempt. Osiris pushed those thoughts aside as he continued, "You know that you will be punished severely for this insult..."

"Yes My Lord."

"You are a fool to believe that you can escape from your god..."

"I know, My Lord."

Osiris again watched him intently. Daniel still failed to make eye contact and was still addressing him as his lord and answering his questions. He was rather surprised at that. He glanced at his guards then ordered, "Take him to the lashing post. He is to be punished then returned to our bedchambers. As before he is to be left unattended for his crime."

"Yes My Lord."

The guards didn't wait for him to rise this time they instead yanked him to his feet and escorted him physically from the room. Zeenan watched the three disappear from the room noticing again how Daniel seemed to be simply going through the motions. The man seemed as if he were stripped of his spirit but Zeenan was certain that was simply because the man was confused at the moment. He glanced at Osiris who watched Daniel intently waiting for him to question or comment. When the Goa'uld lord simply shook his head before returning to his throne Zeenan chose to remain silent.

Daniel allowed himself to be escorted from the room and taken to the lashing post. He had no energy to fight left. He felt so tired, tired of everything. He was tired of submitting, tired of being controlled and owned. He wanted to return home to his friends. He knew that he was beginning to lose himself in this place and that scared him more than anything. He had to come to terms with his present life and find a way to survive without losing himself in the process. He knew, could tell, that he was depressed and sad. He felt so unmotivated, had been feeling that way ever since he realized that he willingly responded to Osiris that evening in their bed. He had betrayed Jack. He had betrayed his lover and there was no undoing that. Jack would never love him when he realized that he had given his body up so willingly to the Goa'uld.

He focused briefly on the guards as the one on his right yanked his arm above his head. He jerked away feeling some of his defiance spark but as soon as he did so he felt pain in his collar. He screamed and dropped to his knees on the floor clutching at his throat desperately and trying to hold back tears. The collar, he had forgotten about the damned thing again! Osiris must have given the guards the controller to use if he struggled...or maybe it was given to them so that they could track him out in the woods. He didn't know but one of them had it now and they were depressing the button and triggering it. The pain was so immense that it stole his breath thus silencing his scream of agony. He tried to yank the collar off as the pain only increased. Just when he thought he would pass out from the pain it ceased. He felt himself collapsing towards the floor but didn't care. He only groaned as his shoulder impacted and he lay where he had been kneeling only moments before.

He heard the order to rise but didn't move. He had no desire to move and no desire to rise. All he wanted to do was curl up and die. He was trapped. He had no escape. He was a prisoner and would be for the rest of his life. Jack would soon give up the search for him and soon give up on him completely. He had been gone too long...plus Jack wouldn't be able to accept him back anyway for he was no longer clean. He was used. He was dirty, tarnished. He was now Osiris' whore, his slut...his damned bitch. He had willingly given himself to Osiris and betrayed Jack. Jack wouldn't want him now. Why the hell would Jack want a Goa'uld bitch in his life? He wanted to cry and to just die. He wanted to forget. He wanted the pain to end. He could feel a strong ache in the vicinity of his chest as he pictured Jack's expression when he discovered that his lover had prostituted himself to a damned Goa'uld snake. The look in those eyes, in that face...in the face of his friends and co-workers when his horrible secret was finally revealed was too much for him to bear. God, how long would it take for them to discover that he had given his body to the snake for sex? How long would it be before they realized that he had even serviced the Goa'uld lord with his hands, his mouth...made love to it and allowed it to make love to him? Oh God he was worthless. He was damaged goods...Jack would never forgive him or even take him back after he discovered the secret his lover harbored deep inside. His thoughts ended abruptly as pain surged through his body a second time. He only whimpered curling in on himself as the collar continued to send punishing volts of electricity through his body. He didn't move as the pain continued to build within. One of those guards was having a hell of a good time triggering his collar. The bastard.

As the pain suddenly ceased he heard no comments all he felt was hands upon him again this time jerking him upright and forcing his wrist into a shackle. He felt pressure being applied to his leash but didn't react. He didn't even bother to help the guards at all; he refused to move. They had to struggle with him just to get him shackled spread eagle. Once done with that he heard the distinct snap and crack of a whip before it bit into his back laying open a wide valley of raw flesh. He didn't even scream. He no longer had the strength to scream. He just submitted to his punishment jumping as the whip was laid across his back again and again. It wasn't long before blackness descended upon him and silence filled his mind.

After they were finished lashing Osiris' favored the first guard spoke, "We should tell Osiris of this."

"Of what?"

"He did not even attempt to fight or argue. One time, one time he struggled before he crumpled."

"Maybe Osiris has finally managed to break his servant. This is good..."

"No, no it is not."

"Why not?"

"Osiris has specific orders for this servant. He is to be punished and punished only. He does not wish to break the slave's spirit."

"But it is obviously broken for he would have resisted more..."

"No, I do not believe he is broken. I believe that he is having difficulty accepting that he will remain here to serve. We must inform Osiris of this slave's present mental status."

"Later. Let us not disturb him now. We will speak with him later."

The other guard nodded then carried Daniel into the bedchamber placing him on the bed before locking the doors.

* * * *

Daniel moaned as consciousness dared to invade his mind. Where was he? What had happened? Why did he hurt so much? He attempted to open his eyes but they felt like lead. He was certain that he was now in Tartarus...yes that had to be where he was for the pain within his body was so intense it nearly took his breath away. He swallowed hard attempting to shift hearing a distant strangled cry of pain and shuddering as he realized that cry of pain had come from him. Pain...why was he in so much pain...such unbearable pain? Whatever had he done to deserve this crippling agony now centered across his back? He attempted to shift again wincing in disgust as his hand brushed against a sticky dampness under him. What the hell is that?

He forced his eyes to open and through hazy vision spotted the sticky substance feeling his stomach heave as his brain identified it...blood...God...not just any blood, his blood and a lot of it...what had happened? Was he dead now? Was this his last breath...so much blood... Wouldn't that much blood loss result in death? You'd think. He tried to focus on his hand, his numb fingers pressed into that sticky moistness again making his stomach roil. Oh God, he was going to be sick, so damned sick! Since when did blood make him so damned queasy? Well, usually it didn't but in this case...that was an awful lot of blood. Where was it coming from?

He attempted to move his arm succeeding in drawing a wretched scream from his dry cracked lips. He slipped his tongue out to brush across those lips wondering why they felt so chapped...blood loss...yeah, it had to be because with blood loss someone became very thirsty, dehydrated quicker, needed water...God, did he ever need water! His mouth felt bone dry. He desperately needed water. He attempted to swallow hissing as the moisture sent his parched throat rebelling in pain...his throat was so dry it was scratchy. What had happened to him?

He managed to focus on his surroundings a bit more noticing for the first time that he lay on something soft...soft and warm...well at least if he died today he wouldn't go out on the hard, uncomfortable, cold floor...he'd go out with some style...in a warm, soft...bed? Was he in a bed? He scrunched up his eyebrows as confusion swept through him. If he was in a bed then where the hell was he?

He focused on the material he lay on forcing his eyes away from that huge dark red splotch of crimson blood that was half dry and half moist indicating that wherever he lay he had been here, bleeding profusely for quite awhile. Maybe he was dead...that much blood loss...surely he'd be dead, wouldn't he? He forced himself to focus on the material beneath his body again deciding that moving at all was not a very good idea...in fact, it ranked right up there with getting his teeth pulled...with pliers. Yep, moving was not a good idea...he'd just lay here and try to ascertain...or was that assess? Now he was confusing his own thoughts...the situation...he had to focus on the situation. Focusing wasn't such a good idea either, especially when his eyes moved from looking at that spilled blood to clouding over repeatedly...great...just great he was losing it...couldn't even focus on a simple...

He shook his head in an attempt to clear it and immediately regretted the move. Way to go, Jackson! Yeah, just move while your back's on fire and you feel as if your spine is snapped in two...yeah, perfect time to move...idiot! He forced his eyes to focus noticing that he lay upon shimmering material...gold? Was he on a bedspread or...as he attempted to move his leg he whimpered clenching his eyes tightly shut and wishing the pain away. He then forced his eyes back open and could have hit himself on the head when he suddenly realized where he was and what had happened. How could he have forgotten those events so soon? Oubliette...yep...he shuddered as that word echoed sinisterly through his mind...a place to put things you want to forget...was that where he was now? Placed somewhere where he would be forgotten? No, no...he was all alone but the, but his surroundings were familiar. Osiris...he was in their bedchamber resting on their bed. He stilled as sudden fear enveloped his body...was he alone in here or was Osiris with him?

He clenched his eyes tightly shut hoping and praying that the Goa'uld snake wasn't with him. The last thing he needed was for that thing to see his pain and suffering. It was his fault that he was here bleeding to death on the goddamned mattress! He started to move his right hand slowly inching it towards where Osiris normally lay trying not to move too fast so he didn't jar his back or startle a possible bedmate. He closed his eyes relieved as his hand met with more covers and sheets...no person, no body...no Sarah, no Osiris...he was alone. Oh thank God!

Okay now that he established that he was all alone he also realized he was definitely unattended...if he had been tended to he wouldn't be lying in a pool of his own blood now would he? What had Osiris told him about his punishments? Oh yeah if he's ever punished he would be lashed then left in their bedchamber unattended...locked away from everyone until his lord decided that he was worthy enough to be tended to...well, obviously, his...the bastard felt that he was not yet worthy of being tended to so just how long would he remain here in this extremely hot room, lying in a pool of his own blood? Hours or days maybe? Osiris had been furious upon his return...daring to escape a second time was worse than his first crime...oh he'd be here by himself for quite some time...he was sure of it. Okay, so now what should he do? He couldn't move because he hurt so damned much and if his back had managed somehow to stop bleeding any jarring could set it to bleeding again and he truly would bleed to death...hell he was already dehydrated as it was. Lying here sounded like a pretty good option to him, for he was certain that any possible attempts to move on his part would hurt like bloody hell! Hmm, so that left him here alone with his convoluted thoughts in this very stuffy room...stuffy? How could the room be stuffy air constantly moved in here...?

He focused internally groaning aloud in frustration as he realized why it was so damned hot...fever...shit! He had a damned fever! How long had he been feverish? He knew the lashing was what caused the fever...perfect, just perfect, so now he had to lie here half dehydrated, missing half his damned blood, unable to move and full of fever...perfect. This was most certainly Tartarus, damn!

He attempted to close his eyes thinking that going back to sleep would help pass the time but he couldn't do so. His back constantly throbbed and ached reminding him of the brutal lashing he had been granted only hours...or had it been only minutes...before. He was in anguish, feeling extremely hot, extremely weak and unable to do much of anything. Okay this situation quite literally...sucked!

He chuckled softly as he realized he was sounding just like Jack...oh Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack...where are you, love? I need you now...I need you here. I need you to find me. Please love...find me and save me...

He sighed heavily as his mind switched to Jack and decided that thinking about Jack was actually a good idea...he could spend hours thinking about his lover. He focused on trying to visualize the man...silvery hair, tall...little bit taller than him...handsome...hell gorgeous as sin...sexy...oh yes that man was sexy and oh so sensual...damned good lover he was...hmm...deep, dark brown eyes that one could so easily fall into...and that smile...oh that special, sweet little smile he reserved for those special times...oh Jack...miss you, love...miss you so very much...

He inhaled deeply as he recalled how Jack's skin felt beneath his fingertips. Oh yes he had memorized every little tiny detail, contour and texture on that man's body...hmm, his lips so sensual, so luscious...so goddamned kissable...oh my and that tongue that sweet tongue that delved into his mouth, slowly tracing his teeth, his cheeks, diving in to drink him all in...so warm, so moist...those lips, that tongue so damned amazing...hmm, he could feel an ache in his groin...well now even after being lashed he was still able to harden considerably...Jack would be so impressed...this hard on's for you love...see what you do to me even when you're only in my thoughts, my dreams, my memories...oh just the thought of you sparks a blazing fire within, love...I burn only for you...only for you, Jack O'Neill...

* * * *

As he entered the bedchamber Osiris' eyes fell to the man resting upon the once golden comforter. Now where the man lay were puddles of crimson. As Osiris drew closer to the man he could see the multiple trails where blood leaked from his servant's back to travel down over his sides and permanently stain the perfect covers beneath. Daniel was as still as death and again Osiris could feel apprehension and fear enter him. As he moved the last few steps to the side of the bed he continued to watch the man wondering again why and how it was that a simple Tau'ri, a simple slave could stir such strong emotions up within him. As he examined his servant lying so still on the bed he felt an incredible urge to punish him for forcing his master to again discipline him in such a crude way. He wanted to be angry with his servant for escaping again but at the same time he felt those intense feelings of anger and rage he felt fear and compassion for his precious servant.

As he continued to focus on his servant Osiris could feel his hand shaking as he raised it. He was afraid to lift it for if Daniel hadn't been strong enough then he would be...cold, stiff...dead... He had a sarcophagus that he could use to revive Daniel but he was hesitant to use it for he feared what the repercussions would be if he chose to use the device.

Even knowing he had the ability to resurrect the dead in the tower of his palace he still did not want to feel the man's flesh cold beneath his fingers for he would never be able to forget such a horrid memory. He loved the man too much to see him dead by his order...love? Did he say love? How long now had he been in love with Daniel Jackson? Since the beginning...since... He couldn't remember or even narrow down the day in which he realized that a simple Tau'ri slave captured his heart and held his master in his hands. If Daniel knew that he had such power over his lord would he still remain in service to him?

Osiris cast those thoughts aside as he reached out to run his fingers through Daniel's golden mane of hair. He tried to be careful but as his fingers stroked ever so slightly against Daniel's now destroyed flesh he paused hearing the man groan in sheer agony. As he heard that soft sound he could feel mist forming in his eyes and quickly flicked the back of his hand across them. What was wrong with him? How could a mere human slave inspire such feelings and such raw emotions within? How? As Daniel groaned painfully again Osiris set out to soothe him and quiet him hushing him thankful when Daniel fell silent again.

It was only after hearing those strangled cries of agony that Osiris allowed himself to relax. Daniel was still alive but in desperate need of medical attention for he had bled profusely upon the mattress he was resting upon and his body was so warm that a thin layer of heat could be felt pulsating and rising off of the dampened flesh. He would tend to Daniel's injuries by taking him to the bathhouse and bathing him there.

* * * *

Osiris returned to their bedchamber carrying his unconscious servant over towards the bed. He smiled as he noticed the blood soaked sheets had already been removed. He would have to thank My'la later. He carried Daniel to the bed and laid him carefully upon the mattress ensuring the man was comfortable before he tended to his back. Once done seeing to Daniel's injuries he slid in beside his slumbering servant and carefully eased the man against him. As he did so his servant became restless mumbling and thrashing his head ever so slowly across his pillow. Osiris began to stroke Daniel's hair hushing him and crooning words of comfort in the man's ears. He smiled as Daniel soon calmed before falling once again into the deathly stillness that scared the hell out of his master.

Osiris watched Daniel listening to his breathing, hating how still his servant now was and hating the endless silence that fell around them. He found himself watching Daniel closely for movement waiting on edge for the man to give him some sign that he was still there just...resting. When several hours ticked by with no movements, no indications from his servant that he was still alive Osiris became fearful and his fear quickly turned into anger. He became determined that if Daniel didn't soon respond to his silent pleas he would make the man respond to him.

Osiris watched Daniel as he rested feeling his anger continue to build for his servant's pathetic escape attempt. He became so outraged that he shook Daniel awake. Daniel muttered a soft, "What...what...?"

"Wake. Your god demands your presence."

He shook Daniel again who winced in pain before burying his face into the pillow he was resting his head upon. Osiris demanded, "You must rise. NOW!"

Daniel jumped groaning as pain filled him. He awoke completely trying to recall where he was. As he heard the voice of the Goa'uld lord beside him he recalled that he was with Sarah and he was in Osiris' bedchamber. He could feel fire and pain across his back and tried to recall what had happened. As Osiris ordered him to awake again or he would be severely punished Daniel obeyed focusing on Sarah's face he spoke softly, "Yes, My Lord."

"I desire to see my servant serve me now."

"What?"

Daniel swallowed hard as his foggy brain made sense of the request. Osiris wished his servant to serve him? That meant he wanted sexual favors of some sort. Oh God could he even obey the system lord? How the hell was he going to serve if his back hurt so damned much that he was ready to black out again? HOW?

Osiris spoke again, "I have selected another planet to suffer the same fate as Alandria. Would my servant like to see it?"

Daniel spoke up instantly, "NO! Please My Lord, no."

"Then service me."

Daniel nodded trying to ignore the immense pain flaring his back at the moment. He had to serve Osiris or another planet would be destroyed so he softly questioned, "How does My Lord wish to be serviced by his slave this night?"

"Slave, yes. That is what you are...my precious little slave. I should like to hear you continue to address yourself as slave. You may not use any pronouns to refer to yourself for you dared to escape your lord. From this day forward until I decide otherwise you will no longer be permitted to address yourself as I, me or my. Is that understood, slave?"

"Yes Master, your slave understands."

"Very good. Now I wish you to service me."

Daniel wanted to laugh at the absurdity of such a request but remained silent simply responding, "Your slave shall be happy to serve his master."

"Satisfy yourself for me. NOW! I desire to see my precious slave service himself for his master."

As the fever in him seemed to build as well as the pain across his back he softly mumbled, "Yes My Lord."

He knew that the demand was one he couldn't possibly meet, but he also knew he didn't have much of a choice in the matter. He could sense Osiris' ire with him so easily. It tinged the air and Daniel knew that if he didn't at least try to do as commanded he would become responsible for another world's destruction.

Osiris grinned wickedly as Daniel closed his eyes as if trying to draw strength to himself to perform. Osiris watched him intently quickly growing impatient when Daniel didn't automatically begin to pleasure himself. He spoke in agitation, "Come now onto your back slave, open up for your lord."

Daniel obediently rolled onto his back yelping loudly as agony answered the move. He quickly jerked off the mattress prepared to roll over when Osiris' hands pushed him back down on the bed pinning him onto his back. Osiris sneered at him saying, "No. You will service yourself while lying on your back before me."

"But..."

"Do not dare defy me, slave! Do as I command!"

Daniel downcast his eyes before muttering, "Yes My Master."

Osiris leered at his servant anxiously awaiting his compliance. He softly urged, "Touch yourself for me. I desire to watch you bring yourself to completion."

Daniel found that the longer he lay on his back the foggier his mind was becoming. If he didn't soon get off his back he'd black out just from the excruciating pain. He closed his eyes hearing Osiris' request for him to touch himself and forced his body into compliance replying, "Yes My Lord."

Daniel tried desperately to focus on doing as the snake bid him feeling immense pain flooding his body. The longer he lay on his back the stronger the pain became. He knew his back was now bleeding again. He was also certain that Osiris was making him perform as further punishment for daring to escape. He attempted to shift wincing loudly as his back protested. Again Osiris spoke commanding, "Open up for your master, slave. Come let me see all your secrets. Spread your legs wide open for your master's inspection and admiration, slave."

Daniel gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes shut before spreading his legs apart to present to Osiris. He felt humiliation burning throughout as he did so, but the pain in his back soon became his sole focus.

Osiris watched Daniel as he prepared to satisfy himself for his lord. He sneered as Daniel winced and clenched his eyes shut in obvious pain. As he saw the anguish on his slave's handsome face he felt no compassion for him. The man had dared to escape again therefore he deserved to suffer for committing such an offense against his master. He watched the man's face intently drawing much pleasure from seeing that beautiful face now marred by signs of suffering. His servant would soon learn the penalty for daring to flee.

He continued grinning as Daniel became fidgety when the seconds he remained lying on his back only added to his discomfort. Osiris watched as the man gently wrapped his hand around his freed penis and started to pump. He noticed that his slave's movements were slow, labored and he continued to keep his eyes clenched shut squirming on the bed as the pain in his back continued to increase.

Osiris' grin spread into a wide smile as he watched his servant struggle to satisfy himself while in so much anguish. He closely watched those well-practiced fingers pumping up and down across his slave's now erect penis.

Daniel could no longer focus on the snake or the order the snake wanted him to carry out. He wanted to kill Osiris for daring to command him to lay on his back and satisfy himself when nearly all the skin had been sheered off of it mere hours before. The more he attempted to do as bid the harder it became to comply as the pain in his back only increased. He started sweating as he desperately tried to remain on his back hearing the threat Osiris had made only moments before if he refused to do as bid. He continued to attempt to bring himself to climax knowing damned well that as long as he was in this insurmountable pain there was no way in hell he'd be able to do so. How the hell could one become turned on if they were in so much agony that all they wanted to do was curl up and cry? Shit! When the hell was the last time he wanted to fuckin' cry? Damn, what the hell was Osiris doing to him? He needed to stop feeling so damned depressed and helpless or he'd never be able to leave this place with his sanity intact. He was losing himself so quickly that it was scaring the hell out of him.

He had to stay strong. He had to fight to live, fight to survive...fight for Jack. Yeah but Jack wouldn't want anything to do with him once he discovered how often he pleased the Goa'uld lord and was pleased by it in return. Nothing... Jack wouldn't want used property. He wouldn't want the local whore to warm his bed. No, he lost Jack the moment he allowed Osiris to control his body. Aw God, he was trapped...aw, God, he was fighting a losing battle...aw shit did his back ever hurt! He licked his lips determined not to put voice to his suffering but as he continued to attempt to climax and continued to lie on his back he could take no more. He spoke softly, so softly that Osiris hadn't been certain he spoke, "Please My Lord...please..."

"Yes slave. What?"

He wanted to curl up and disappear as he realized he was now prepared to beg for mercy from his lord. Oh God, what the hell was he turning into? What the hell was happening to him? He shook his head disgusted with himself as he spoke louder, clearer, "Please My Lord, your servant begs of you to show him mercy. Please My Lord..."

"Continue to please yourself for your lord, slave, or you shall not like the punishment you will receive."

"But My Lord, please..."

"Continue to service yourself! NOW!"

Daniel whimpered as he hesitantly answered, "Yes My Lord."

He tried to focus on pushing himself towards climax but the pain in his back was now his sole focus and Osiris was demanding he continue even though his pain was immense. It was only a few moments later before he resorted to pleading again, "I can't...I can't, My Lord please..."

"You will do as I have ordered."

Daniel couldn't continue no matter how desperately he wanted to. He felt the feelings of hopelessness and helplessness fill him as he realized that another planet would now be destroyed because he couldn't continue. He couldn't do as he was being commanded. He shook his head no continuing, "I can't...no..."

"You will do as you have been ordered."

"I...I can't...NO! I can't do it! I'm sorry...I can't!"

"You will!"

"NO!"

He could no longer handle the pain and without permission he turned off of his back. Osiris grabbed him turning him back onto his back and ordering, "You will comply with my orders, slave!"

Daniel screamed as his back again connected with the mattress and as Osiris ordered him to comply with his orders he became outraged and angry. He was trapped with no way to escape, nowhere to go. He shoved Sarah violently, screaming again as more agony answered the movement then somehow managed to rise to his feet, grab his robe and dart from the room. He didn't make it very far before his sudden adrenaline rush that was responsible for keeping him upright gave out. He managed to make it to the corridor outside of their bedchamber before he collapsed on the floor.

Osiris screamed in outrage as his servant again refused to comply then left the bed and the room. He prepared to retrieve the man feeling his rage increase. Sarah spoke to him then attempting to calm him, 'Osiris, you must calm yourself. You will harm him if you do not relax.'

"I will do no such thing. Go back to sleep!"

'I can't.'

"Then I shall make you do as I command."

'No please. You must listen. He's hurt and in pain...'

"He dared to escape and was properly punished again..."

'No...he's not just physically hurt...he's hurting...inside. He's confused, angry, sad and depressed. He needs time to come to terms with all that is happening to him. He ran because he could do nothing else...'

"What are you saying?"

'I'm saying that Daniel needs his freedom. I told you that before but you decided he didn't need it...you decided that you couldn't trust him. You...he needs to be able to choose...'

"He is allowed much freedom..."

'It's not enough, Osiris...'

"Enough of this! I am going to retrieve my servant!"

'Osiris you must listen to me...'

"We will talk of this later..."

Osiris angrily flicked on the light in the room preparing to rise out of bed when he noticed the bright patch of crimson blood on the sheets where Daniel had just been lying only moments before, obviously his back had not ceased to bleed for there was a rather large amount of blood present where he had been lying. He turned away from the sight, snatching up his own robe before heading towards the door. He wasn't sure of where Daniel could have escaped. As he searched for the man he entered the corridor drawing to a halt when he saw the man lying in a heap on the floor. He had obviously headed for the corridor and collapsed in exhaustion or weakness.

He approached Daniel slowly and kneeled beside him. He gently turned Daniel over noticing that he was still clenching his eyes shut so obviously he was still awake. He spat angrily, "You are a fool to run from me, slave. When will you learn that there is no escape for you? You have defied me again. You shall be punished. Now come. Arise and return to our chambers before I grow angrier with you."

Daniel didn't respond he only shook his head no fearing that if he opened his mouth he would scream bloody murder. He was in so much pain that he decided to remain where he collapsed. Again he heard Osiris talking, "Do not dare defy your lord again, slave, for you will suffer more. Now come. Arise."

"Can't..." came Daniel's quiet, whispery voice.

Osiris shook his head in displeasure before saying, "You will rise and come with me."

Daniel became so angry that he found enough strength to yell. He snapped his eyes open and glared coldly up at the Goa'uld lord yelling, "I CAN'T DAMMIT! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT? I can't! I fuckin' hurt too damned much to move! I can't fuckin' do it just like I couldn't perform for you! I'm sorry but I can't! I can't do it! Now just let me the fuck alone!"

"Lower your voice in the hall or you will have all of my servants awake."

"I don't care. I DON'T CARE!"

"Daniel, you will silence your complaints now."

"NO! YOU CAN GO TO HELL! I'm sick and tired of you telling me to do this, commanding me to do that! NO! I can't fuckin' move so you'll just have to accept that! Your punishment nearly killed me and then you have the fuckin' audacity, the fuckin' nerve to wake me in the middle of the goddamned night to order me to pleasure myself for you! I can't do it! The lashing was too goddamned brutal! I can't be your fuckin' sex slave tonight! You'll just have to find a way to please yourself! I'm sorry. I tried but I can't do it! I can't!"

"You can and you will..."

Daniel felt his energy rapidly dissipate. He knew that he would be unconscious soon. He was so tired, so exhausted. He couldn't move. He hurt so badly. His heart was breaking and he was losing himself. God, how could he have allowed things to go this far? How could he have allowed himself to become so lost? He spoke softer now as he continued, "No, I can't...I can't do as you have commanded. I'm too weak...too...too...I hurt too much...I tried...God, I tried so hard...now you're going to destroy them...destroy them like you did Alandria...and I can't do anything to stop you..."

He felt a single tear escape from behind his closed eyelids and quickly turned away from the Goa'uld lord not wanting him to see that he had reduced his servant to such desperation.

Osiris saw the bit of moisture leak from Daniel's eye and didn't know how to react. He heard Sarah speak softly to him as she said, 'He's dying a little each day. You will soon destroy him. He will soon be yours to own and control completely. He is becoming your servant, your slave. When you have succeeded you will have what you wanted in him. He will be compliant always, and he will not argue or fight. He will no longer attempt to resist you. He will no longer attempt to flee from you. He will accept his role as a simple minded slave...'

"No he will not."

'Yes, he will. You should be happy, Osiris. This is what you have always wanted...Daniel Jackson at your mercy and under your complete control. You are closer to having his total submission then you realize. He knows so too that is why he did not argue with you when you demanded he satisfy himself knowing that he was in extreme pain. He is growing weary...weary and tired. He will soon be yours. You should be so proud...'

Osiris wanted to deny what his host was saying, but he knew that she was correct. Daniel Jackson was losing himself in this place. He was dying a slow death. Osiris could only shake his head saddened by the realization that he had reduced the man to this state. He had tried so hard to keep Daniel from becoming totally subservient, but somewhere along the line he had failed and now Daniel Jackson was reduced to this.

He lowered beside Daniel pressing his right hand against the man as he spoke softly, "Come Daniel, let us go to bed. You must be tired. We must get to sleep."

His next words came out hoarse and desperate as he muttered, "I can't move...why can't you understand that? I can't get up...I...I can't...too much pain...too much...it's all too much...oh God, I need Jack...Jack...need him...he'd understand..."

Osiris wanted to feel angry and outraged when he heard Daniel mutter Jack's name but he couldn't. He knew, had known since the beginning that Jack owned his servant's heart. He shook his head before speaking again, "Then I shall carry you to our bedroom."

"No...no..."

"Shh, you must be quiet now, my precious one. You must calm yourself and relax. I will carry you to our bedchamber..."

"No Sarah...too heavy for you..."

"You forget, young one, that with me she is much stronger...now I want you to hush. Hush now."

As Osiris scooped Daniel up into his arms he cringed when the man left a pain filled scream enter the air. He hoped that Daniel didn't wake any one and again tried to calm him. He glanced up when he heard a woman address him as my lord. He saw My'la then said, "My favored needed some fresh air. He needed...some time."

"Yes My Lord."

"My'la...would you please fetch new sheets for our bed and retrieve my healing device."

My'la stared at him her mouth agape for the longest time before whispering, "My Lord..."

"Please do so immediately. I do not wish for my servant to suffer this extreme pain any longer than is necessary."

"But, My Lord, his lessons..."

"I believe he has learned his lesson. Now hurry My'la."

“Yes My Lord."

As Osiris drew to his feet now holding Daniel against him in his arms he focused on the man's face certain that Daniel was no longer awake. As he heard the even, deep inhalations of breath he knew that Daniel was indeed deep asleep. His favored was exhausted.

He carried Daniel back into their chamber removing his robe. He was prepared to place Daniel on the bed but his eyes focused on the blood stained sheets again. My'la needed to change the sheets. He instead pulled Daniel against him holding him and awaiting her return. He focused on Daniel's face noticing the drawn, pinched expression that marred the handsome face. He also noticed the paleness of Daniel's complexion and the lightness of his body. Daniel was lighter then he had been. Did his servant lose weight and if so when? Why was he only now noticing that Daniel wasn't as healthy as he had perceived? He ended his thoughts as My'la entered the room and watched her as she made quick work of the sheets on their bed. He smiled when he noticed that she placed the satin sheets on. Daniel would be much more comfortable on those sheets he was certain. He thanked her before dismissing her and carried Daniel over to the bed where he carefully placed his servant on his stomach in preparation to heal some of the more severe of his lashes.

Daniel moaned as he was settled on the mattress. Osiris pressed a soothing hand to Daniel's dampened brow and hushed him. Daniel moved again before settling into stillness. Osiris then retrieved his healing device looking at the orange stone set in its center. He then focused on Daniel's back knowing that he could completely heal his servant if he chose to do so. He was prepared to do so originally but wanted Daniel to be reminded of the penalty of escape for a bit longer so he decided to focus his healing on the more severe of the brutal lashes now marring Daniel's perfect back. He raised the device fitting his hand into it before speaking softly, "Hush now, young one. Relax and allow the healing device to do its work for you. Soon you will feel better, healthier and stronger. You must relax and remain still as I attend to your injuries."

Daniel moaned again and Osiris wondered if the man was awake or awaking on his own now. He again hushed Daniel before raising the device above his back. He glanced at Daniel's still painfully drawn face making certain that the man was all right for the moment then he closed his eyes and focused his energy into the healing device.

He listened to his favored as the man continued to breathe shakily in and out. He continued to listen to Daniel to make certain that everything was all right. It was not unusual for a human being to have adverse effects to such a powerful device and Osiris didn't want to cause Daniel any further harm than had already been inflicted upon his body this evening. He smiled as he heard Daniel moaning this time the moan was one of pleasure. He could hear a marked difference in Daniel's breathing as well. The device was healing his servant's badly brutalized back.

Daniel started to awaken at the sound of Osiris' voice. He attempted to focus on the Goa'uld lord's words only catching snippets of what he was saying. In the next instant he felt a sudden warmth envelope his back. At first he stiffened fearing what was producing such uncomfortable heat across his torn, damaged back but then the heat lessened a bit becoming soothing and relaxing. He could feel the tension leaving his body, leaving his back and easing his suffering. He sighed in pleasure as the warmth showered over his sore aching muscles easing the tension and pain within. He could feel the heat producing a tingling sensation across his back as well and burrowed deeper against his pillow snuggling deeper into the slippery, cool sheets beneath his body...satin...he must be laying on satin...sheets...bed...he realized that he was now in bed, in a bed and his mind made sense of the sudden calming feeling in his back...a healing device...a Goa'uld healing device. Osiris was healing him...well, at least healing some of his injuries. He focused on that warmth only a few moments longer before sleep and exhaustion once again came crashing down around him and sent him into a deep healing, revitalizing sleep provided by the warmth of the healing device across his ruined flesh.

Osiris continued to smile broader as he noticed his servant relaxing and settling once more in the grips of exhaustion. He focused on healing the more severe of the lashes before shutting off the device, placing it in his drawer then returning to Daniel's side slipping underneath the covers and pressing his lithe, youthful frame against that of the slave he had come to love. He spoke softly crooning gently, "That is it my precious one, rest...sleep for your master, sleep for your lord...sleep, Daniel...my precious Daniel..."

He lay there for a time thinking of what Sarah had told him earlier and what Zeenan had told him earlier...Daniel needed to be independent. He needed to keep his spirit and his soul. He needed to be granted the right to be himself. Osiris had thought he was doing all those things only to discover that he was doing quite the opposite. Daniel's collapse in the hall and the desperate pleas that he allowed to escape were not only pleas to be left alone they were pleas not to destroy him, his spirit, who he was...they were pleas to give him some freedom and give him the chance to be himself. How could he have not realized what he had been doing to his precious servant all this time? How?

Osiris knew now what he had to do. He had to give Daniel a reason to live, a reason to serve, a reason to remain and a reason to respect himself again. He had to nurture that spirit, that strength, that courage, that soul he had tried so hard to destroy these past couple of months. He would have to allow Daniel the right to speak his mind knowing that to do so would grant Daniel rights to argue with him without being punished. He had to give Daniel more freedom, allow him to go outside, allow him to go where he wanted, speak to whom he wanted and do what he wanted knowing that to do so would be to run the risk that his servant just might attempt to flee him again. Daniel would still serve by his side but he could no longer keep the man chained to him so strongly. He would have to allow his servant some leeway in the chains he was now imprisoned in. He would have to give Daniel something to keep him busy and nurture his brilliant mind. The man was a brilliant linguist and loved archaeology. He loved to study people, to speak different languages and to translate. He loved to explore and to visit new places, new worlds. He loved to research things and to speak with people of different cultures and of different races. Osiris just had to give back to the man those things he had denied him for so long.

He smiled as he thought of how he would do that. Daniel could now speak the Goa'uld language fluently. In fact, he thrived in his speech trainings and service trainings when they dealt directly with how to address others, how to master the Goa'uld language and how to read non-verbal cues that he often used to speak to his servant. Daniel also thrived in the area of customs...when he was being taught some of the Goa'uld history and how to behave around certain system lords. He thrived when My'la or Zeenan would tell him the history of a system lord or a planet. Those were the things the man loved and those were the things he would have to give back to the man who has come to mean so much to him in such a short time.

Daniel would become his new liaison...he would again offer Daniel the opportunity. If he agreed then he would be traveling to different planets, observing different cultures and speaking to different people. He would once again be able to explore new planets and study new religions. He would be able to work on producing treaties and agreements. He would be able to speak in the Goa'uld language and demonstrate to all who saw him how well he has mastered a language only to be spoken by the gods. He would be able to demonstrate how he mastered a non-verbal language that was also only limited to gods and their most favoreds. He was certain that these were the things he would have to do to assure that Daniel would come to life again.

He planned to work on nurturing the man's spirit, mind, soul and body beginning tomorrow. Daniel would most likely be confused when he would learn of how his lord was now granting him things he had been denied for so long. He would have to try hard to undo what he had begun. He sensed that Daniel was so close to breaking completely and he didn't want his servant to be broken. He had never wanted that, never wanted Daniel Jackson to be broken so thoroughly that he behaved as if he were a machine or a robot. He preferred his favored intelligent, lively, spirited and curious. He had nearly destroyed the qualities in the man that had intrigued him and convinced him to hang on to him...he had nearly destroyed those things about Daniel that had made him fall in love with his Tau'ri slave and he wasn't about to let that happen again...EVER AGAIN!

Osiris drifted asleep after deciding what his next plan of action would be concerning his precious servant. He draped his arm over the man at his side being very careful to place his arm across Daniel's buttocks so as to avoid resting his arm on any of the lashes still present on his back. As sleep found him he snuggled even closer to the man he had grown to love draping his left leg across Daniel's legs and pressing the top of his head against Daniel's shoulder. Within minutes of making himself deliciously comfortable beside his favored Osiris dropped off to rest joining his servant in dreamland.

* * * *

Early the next morning Osiris arose noticing that Daniel was still asleep. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the side of the man's neck. Daniel moaned then woke. He smiled as his servant focused on him. Then Osiris said, "We must rise now, slave..."

Daniel stretched noticing that he no longer hurt so severely. He could feel a dull aching across his back and was a bit surprised that he was actually awake. He recalled the vicious lashing and last night's confrontation with the Goa'uld lord. He nodded his head as Osiris told him to rise. He carefully sat up wincing as pain lanced across his back but the pain wasn't as severe as it had been the previous night. It was actually almost tolerable. He glanced at Osiris in puzzlement and Osiris smiled.

Osiris watched his servant rise and noticed the pain that flared up in the young man's face. He knew that Daniel was still in considerable pain but it was much less than it had been. He had originally planned to completely heal his servant but decided that Daniel needed to be given more persuasion on why he should not attempt to escape his lord. He saw Daniel's puzzlement then said, "Your wounds have been tended to. I healed the more severe of the lashes but you are not completely healed. You are far from healed. You should still be in much pain but less than last evening."

"Why did you...?"

"I only healed a few of the lashes because you must learn that you will suffer should you dare make another escape attempt."

"I..." he shook his head as he recalled that Osiris commanded he not use pronouns to address himself until Osiris again granted him the right so he quickly fixed his error not wanting to suffer further for his defiance, "Your slave wishes to be permitted to bathe, Master. May your slave be granted such a right?"

"Perhaps but first...what are you forgetting, slave?"

"Master?" It grated on his nerves how quickly he lapsed into addressing Osiris as master when he referred to him as slave. He normally would have fought against addressing the snake as such but he was so tired of everything and somewhat depressed so he did so without hesitation. What was the use of resisting when he would only be punished more severely and still trapped by the Goa'uld lord? He focused on Osiris as the snake questioned, "What must you do to be forgiven by your master?"

"Um..." he knew the answer but hated having to do as Osiris was demanding. He felt so humiliated and degraded when having to ask his master for forgiveness. He swallowed hard knowing the penalty for non-compliance. Without thought he moved to the center of the room and clenched his eyes tightly shut to draw some inner calm to himself as he willingly humiliated himself for his master.

Osiris waited patiently for Daniel to do as bid. He smirked as his slave moved to the center of the room and paused before gracefully lowering to his knees. Once on his knees he watched as his slave placed his hands, palms down, about a foot in front of his knees. He chuckled as Daniel closed his eyes as if trying to drum up the courage to proceed with the command. Daniel always struggled with this order. Any time he failed to please his lord he was made to plead for forgiveness. He could do nothing until his lord granted forgiveness for his indiscretions to him. He knew how humiliating this act made his slave feel and that was why he insisted on making it a requirement for Daniel whenever he failed to please his lord. Osiris never grew tired of watching Daniel move into his begging position to plead for forgiveness.

Daniel swallowed hard turning his back to Osiris before lowering to his knees and pressing his hands against the floor. He then closed his eyes as he forced himself to lean forward and press his forehead in the triangle his hands created before him. He instantly felt the cool air flowing across his buttocks and anus reminding him of how stretched open he now was to his lord. He was required to show Osiris his genitals as he pleaded for forgiveness so he kept his back to the Goa'uld lord. The position he was in opened him up and exposed him shamelessly. Osiris could see his entire anus as well as his dick and balls hanging between his legs. The position hid nothing from his master's view. In so willingly exposing his anus and genitals for his lord he was showing Osiris what he owned and controlled completely. He was exposing his lord's property for examination and inspection.

Daniel swallowed hard before meekly requesting, "May your slave be granted the right to plead for his master's forgiveness for his many crimes?"

"You may, slave."

"Your slave thanks his master for granting him the right to plead for mercy."

"Begin..."

"My Lord, your slave begs to be forgiven for daring to escape from your ownership again. Your slave is very sorry for daring to flee his master and wishes to be granted forgiveness for such actions. Please My Lord, find it in your heart to forgive your slave for daring to escape again."

Osiris grinned wickedly as he admired the lovely display Daniel was providing him with. He loved to hear his slave also pleading for forgiveness. He continued, "Slave is forgiven for his crimes."

"Your slave thanks his master for showing such mercy to his servant. Master, may your slave be permitted to rise to his feet?"

"Hmm...no...no, I think not. Not yet...no you can remain here bowing as you are for your master. I shall return shortly. I will post a guard to keep watch over you. You will be permitted the right to bathe but first you must serve a penalty for daring to escape."

"Yes Master."

Daniel cursed knowing that to remain in this position for longer than a few minutes was going to be sheer agony. His back had been healed some but he was still badly injured. He gasped as he felt a shoe nudge against his exposed anus pushing against him and forcing him to lean more forward. He felt total humiliation sweep through him as Osiris nudged him harder pressing the pointed toe of the high-heel shoe he wore firmly against his anal opening. He heard Osiris chuckling as he said, "Hmm yes, I prefer you in this position. You are so open, so exposed for my pleasure. You shall remain this way until I return. While you remain in the kneel forward position I want you to think on what you have done and why you are being made to remain in this position for your lord. Is that understood, slave?"

"Yes Master, your slave understands."

"I shall post a guard with you. I will return shortly."

He would return shortly? God, he hoped so. Daniel tried to remain calm and collected but inside, inside he was screaming on and on, endlessly screaming out in anguish and pain....endlessly screaming out in torment and suffering. How much more could he take before it became too much for him to handle? He felt so dirty now, so filthy and unclean. He felt like used property. He knew that if he soon didn't find some way to protect his heart, his feelings, himself he would die here...slowly and painfully. He would go numb first and become a drone. Then it would be up to Mother Nature to decide when his hellish fate would end.

NATURE’S HEALING TOUCH

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