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CHAPTER 1 LOSS
Jack held Sam as she continued to cry quietly. Tears fell down his own face. Their son had been taken. Stolen. Sold. He felt so many warring emotions. Anger. Helplessness. Desolation. Guilt. But he also felt relief. Gratitude and thankfulness. Thankful that they still had their daughter. Their beautiful tiny daughter. She was beautiful. Such a beautiful baby. Their son had also been beautiful. Handsome. Sam had thankfully been able to feed them both. They had been worried about her damaged breast. Worried that she wouldn't have enough milk for both of them. The Master had told them that he was going to sell their child. He had not known that Sam was pregnant with twins. He had been so very pleased to find out Sam was carrying twins and had told them that he would be selling both of them. Jack had protested, had reminded the Master of the deal they had made. That they would be allowed to keep any and all of the babies Sam had. Even though the Master had announced, after almost killing them, that he would sell their child, Jack thought it would be worth the risk of trying to smooth out the deal about keeping the babies. The Master had whipped Jack and told him that their recordings poor sales had broken their deal for them. They had agreed to supply good quality recordings. Raunchy, sexy recordings, and they had.
Jack had used the drug so he could last longer and Sam had bravely done her part. She had let go of her inhibitions and had made herself vulnerable, had forced herself to be sexually outgoing. She had been incredible and she had done it for the safety of her babies. Their babies. She had let herself be recorded in such revealing positions, and she had hated it, had stressed over it, but she had done it. For the safety of her babies she had done it. But the Master had almost killed them. He had in fact, killed Jack. Sam had suffered terribly since then. Her anxiety had increased, as did her fear for their safety. The Master had attempted to murder them all, purely for greed. When Jack had called him on it, asked him why he had broken the deal, he had whipped Jack, eight stinging lashes that had cut deep and told him never to question his decisions again. Sam had been restrained while he had been whipped, when she had fought to get free, when she had screamed out for the Master to stop, he had stopped, but then he had threatened to punch her in the belly if she did not stay quiet. So she had bitten the inside of her mouth until it had bled, while Jack's punishment continued. Then she had held onto his hand and cried while Corbin had sedated him and stitched his back.
Sam's increasing anxiety had made her pregnancy difficult. Her blood pressure had been a constant worry then, at thirty three weeks, she had gone into labor and nothing could be done to stop it. Jack had tried, he had placed his hands on her belly and tried. Something had happened, his hands had tingled and his hands and her belly had glowed, but the labor had continued. Sam's labor had been long, and for a while, nothing seemed to be happening except the excruciating pains of Sam's contractions. So Jack and Jayak had used the scanner and they had seen that the first baby, their son, was not positioned correctly. Jayak had manipulated the baby from the outside of Sam's belly while Jack had held the scanner so he could see where the baby was moving as he did it. Sam had been in agony as Jayak had been pushing on her belly, but once the baby's head got down to where it was supposed to be, then he was born quite quickly. He had cried loud and strong. Corbin had taken him while Jayak had checked the presentation of the second baby, a girl. She was in the breech position and no matter what Jayak tried, she was stubborn and would not shift. The baby had started to get distressed and no more time could be wasted so Noah, who had the smallest hands, had put one of his hands inside Sam and he had reached for the baby's feet while Jayak pressed on her belly to get the baby closer to his hand. Sam had an awful time trying not to push while Noah had gently pulled her feet out and then Jayak had taken over. Once the baby's head had been delivered, Jack had seen the instantaneous relief from pain on Sam's face. Sam had been exhausted. She had vomited several times through the labor which had made things even more unpleasant for her.
She had barely been able to stay conscious while Jayak had struggled to get their daughter breathing. Jack's heart had been in his throat as he watched him work on their little girl. Their perfect little girl. When she had finally given a weak sounding wail Jack had cried with relief. Jayak told them that she had a bit of fluid in her lungs and as a result she had needed to be on oxygen for the first week, but then she had slowly begun to improve. Their son had nursed from Sam's breasts with a bottomless hunger, or so it seemed. Their daughter had not been so easy and she had struggled to nurse. They had tried feeding her expressed milk in a bottle, but she had steadfastly refused it, so Sam had persevered with breastfeeding her. At the end of the second week she had finally been latching on like a pro and drinking well. Their little girl had lost weight over those two weeks and everyone had been fearful for her life. Jayak had kept a close eye on Sam's Naquadah levels after the birth and her levels stayed okay for one day before dropping. On day three, Jack had no choice but to have sex with her before she got any worse. Once the babies were fed, Jack had made love to Sam. It had been so uncomfortable for Sam and had taken a while for her to finally become aroused. He had resorted to using a lot of lubricant to make sure that he didn't hurt her more than was necessary. He had entered her slowly and carefully, she had winced a few times and she had stopped him twice so she could adjust her hips. He had been rather concerned when she had stopped him the second time, but she had encouraged him to keep going, knowing that she really didn't have a choice. He had kept his actions gentle until she gave him a clear indication that she was ready for more. Even then he had been reluctant to do too much. She had been lucky enough not suffer any tears during the births but she had been badly bruised on her belly from manipulating their babies into position and had internal bruising from Noah's hand.
He suspected that she was probably as nervous as he was. He began to move a bit faster when Sam asked for more and now that Sam gotten past the discomfort, she was beginning to moan and Jack could feel her getting wetter and wetter as his cock moved more freely inside her. He felt her lightly grip his cock with her internal muscles, no doubt testing them, then she gave him a harder squeeze, making him groan with pleasure. Then she had wrapped her legs around him and encouraged him to go faster. Her moans had gotten louder and he began to grind onto her clit as she dug her heels into his ass. “Oh yeah” she moaned “Oh Jack... yes” So he powered into her. She began to wail and then orgasmed hard. She gripped him tightly, causing him to groan, and his rhythm to falter. He slammed into her once more and then erupted into her, clenching his ass hard as he seemed to give her every ounce of semen he had in him, before he groaned and could barely manage to roll them to their sides before becoming boneless in the aftermath of his orgasm.
“Are you okay Sam? Did I hurt you?” he asked softly.
“No... I'm okay Jack. Somehow you always manage to.... I'm not sure how to say it... You always ignite a fire in me that makes me lose control. As soon as my 'fire' was lit just then, the discomfort just went away.” Sam confessed “You did great Jack... Thanks for stopping when I asked you to” she added quietly.
Sam... God, of course I'll stop when ever you ask. I will always stop when you..... Oh God” Jack despaired “What if he drugs me again?”.
“Then we will get through it again Jack, we'll get through it” said Sam quietly.
“I almost killed you last time Sam. If I hadn't been able to heal you... God Sam..... I was so hoping this Naquadah problem would be over after the birth.”
“I owe you my life.... I owe my life to your semen... I still find it hard to believe that you give me Naquadah through your semen.” sighed Sam.
“Yeah well... I guess I have super semen then!” He chuckled then the smile faded from his face. “Sam.. what if it is super semen and I get you pregnant too soon?”
“Then I guess I'll be having sex with you every day for a looooong time” she said simply
“I'm serious Sam. You were so Goddamn sick through this pregnancy and you are still desperately underweight. What if I get you pregnant before you even have a chance to recover properly?” worried Jack.
“Jack I'm breastfeeding, they say women rarely get pregnant while breastfeeding. I guess when I have a period again we will keep track of my fertile days and try to avoid them if we can, and if not, then so be it. There's not much we can do about it Jack. Once we are recording again, we are not going to have any choice but to have sex whenever he tells us to.”
“Breastfeeding... Isn't that a myth though? But yeah... once you have a period I will try to work it out will Callan. I'm sure he will help us try to work around your fertile days. He will help us if he can.”
'Yeah.. I'm sure he will try... he's a good guy” murmured Sam.
“Sure is” Jack smiled.
Sam struggled at times with her damaged breast and all the time with her damaged hand. Her damaged breast was painful sometimes when the babies nursed on it. Jack always had to help her with everything. She still only had one working hand. She had very little feeling in some of her fingers and palm. She had no control over her fingers or wrist. Her fingers would stay useless whenever she tried to move them, she also had no control over her wrist or hand. The most she could do with her hand was to slightly move the top section of her thumb.... that was it. She had despaired over her useless hand many times, but now when she needed it to care for her babies, it remained stubbornly useless. It had been nearly eight months, she knew that it would never improve, not without the possibility of access to top surgeons on Earth, she may be able to get some improvement once she got home. She hated her hand but she had no choice but to accept it and accept his help for everything. For three weeks Sam had fed them both the babies before getting an abscess in her damaged breast. Jayak had to operate to remove it and to remove more damaged tissue, hoping to avoid further problems. She had expressed her milk so that her breast would have a chance to recover before being exposed to too much movement when nursing the babies. Their son had happily drank from the bottle, but their daughter, like before, refused the bottle, so she'd kept nursing their daughter and expressed milk for their son for a week before feeling up to nursing from her damaged breast again. Jayak had a new brace made for her, one that had a cupped shaped hand and was made out of softer leather, but with steel through the layers for support. Sam could use the curved hand to cup a baby's head or bottom, but using it always made it ache terribly, even with the brace, so she tried not to use it at all.
The Master had made checks on the babies and he had been initially very disappointed at their early delivery and small size. He told them that he would wait until they were bigger before selling them. Once the babies had been born Sam's anxiety has gotten worse. At anytime the Master could take their babies away and they would be helpless to stop it. Sam had refused to name the babies, refused to let herself get attached to them, knowing that she wouldn't have them for much longer. Jack had pleaded with her to use whatever time they had left, loving them as much as they could. Telling her that she would regret it once they were gone and Sam had broken down and had cried for hours, but she had acknowledged that she would regret it, so she began to let herself love them, bond with them. But she still refused to name them. Jack begged her to reconsider, but then she had fallen apart, and he decided to leave the matter for now. She was finding everything so hard to deal with and her anxiety and depression was skyrocketing, he didn't want to push her too much.
Jack would study the babies faces for hours. They were exactly the same as what he had seen when he had healed Sam. Exactly the same. If that part had been right, then how he hoped that the rest was right too, even if they didn't get to raise them, at least hopefully they would be together laughing and happy, happy and healthy. Sam suffered through terrible depression, with constant bouts of crying. All Jack could do was hold her. There was nothing he could say. No promises he could make. All he could do was hold her. After only four weeks it was already unbearable to think that the babies would be taken from them. Jack had spent every minute memorizing every little thing about them. Holding them. Holding Sam. Crying with her. Sometimes she even cried after they had sex, feeling guilty that she had just enjoyed herself and for a brief moment hadn't thought about them. They could hardly bear to put the babies down, wanting to spend as much time holding them as they could. When they had been born early, they had to hold them all the time to keep them warm, they had nothing like humidi-cribs in the nursery, if babies were born too early, they either survived or they didn't. The Master did not want weak babies that had health problems, he wanted healthy babies to sell to keep their reputation untarnished
When the babies were five weeks old, their daughter had gotten sick. She was smaller than her brother, and after her troubled start to life, was not as strong. She had begun to cough, became fussy and snotty and found it difficult to nurse. They had tried her on a bottle again so it would be easier to drink, but she flat out refused it. She lost weight while she struggled to drink with a snotty nose. When the twins were six weeks old, their son was taken from them and sold. Their small sick daughter had been looked at with disgust by the Master and he had left her with them. Sam had sunk into a deeper depression and had virtually become non responsive. She operated on automatic to nurse their daughter and dissolving into tears when she did, knowing that she was missing their son from her other breast. All Jack could do was hold her. Just hold her. A week later when their daughter had recovered, the Master had come to see her, and seeing that she was well again, had taken her away. Sam had been hysterical with grief, so much so, that Jayak had to sedate her. When she woke up, she had just lain on her side, not responding to anything, not even Jack. She had lain there and cried. She would cry herself in to an exhausted sleep, then she would wake up and start crying again. She refused to let Jack have sex with her, refused to eat or drink and Jack had begun to despair that she had given up. For two days she lay there, the only time she ever did anything else, was to make short trips to the bathroom to use the toilet on the first day, before she began to dehydrate. When Sam's breasts were painfully tight and leaking from the pressure of unused milk, she had still refused to move, refused to care as they leaked on her and on the bed. No matter how much Jack begged her, she had refused all food and water.
By the second night, Sam had gotten so weak from not getting Naquadah from Jack that Jayak had decided to sedate her, so Jack could give her what she so badly needed and to also give her some fluids. Sam had fought them and then when she had woken up, she had tried to pull out the cannula from the back of her hand, but Jack had stopped her and had pleaded with her not to leave him, pleaded with her not to die and leave him alone. She had stared at him in shock and then she had fallen apart. Once she had finally calmed, much to Jack's relief, she finally drank some water and nibbled on some bread before falling apart again in Jack's arm's. Jack had felt so relieved, he had been so genuinely scared about her, was still scared about her mental state. Then that afternoon, after two and a half long miserable days, their daughter was returned to them. The Master had let Callan place the weakly crying baby in Jack's arms and told him that their fuck recordings would recommence in seven days. Told them that as long as they kept recording high selling fucks, then they could keep their daughter. When he had left, Jack had looked down at their daughter, she looked so pale and her crying was weak and heartbreaking. Sam had been sitting up against the bedhead trying to eat something when the Master had come in with Callan carrying their daughter. Jack looked at Sam, she was shaking and staring at their daughter in shock as milk leaked from her tight, hard breasts in response to their daughters crying. Jack had taken the baby to her and had said Sam's name three times before she had finally looked up at him. She was crying as Jack placed their daughter into the crook of Sam's left arm. Their daughter had instantly silenced and had started to weakly root around for Sam's nipple. Jack helped latch her on and then before long, her weak sucks had strengthened enough to trigger Sam's let down reflex and she had filled her empty belly.
Callan had remained after the Master had left, he had explained to them that their daughter had refused to drink from a bottle and had stubbornly starved herself for two and a half days before Callan had convinced the Master to return the baby rather than let it die of starvation. That it would be a great incentive to get excellent recordings from them. Jack had thanked Callan gratefully. When Sam was distracted with nursing their daughter, Jack had asked Callan about their son. Callan had told him that the boy had been auctioned off as soon as he had been taken from them. The Master had sought interested bidders for a week leading up to the auction, then had taken the baby from their arms, straight to the auction, which had been highly unusual, as they normally went to the nursery first. When Jack had asked if their son was okay, Callan had told him that he didn't know. The baby had been won by a broker on behalf of anonymous clients and there was no way to find out who they were. He only knew that the bidding had finished at ten Naquadah chips which had been an astronomical price for a baby. The Master had been extremely pleased. There had been a lot of interest in the son of a descendant of the Gods, which is exactly what Jack had feared. The Master had sold their son as a commodity instead of a baby. He thanked Callan again, knowing that their daughter may well have been left to starve to death, out of spite, if not for Callan's words to the Master. When Callan left, he turned to look at Sam. She was still crying and trembling with shock, still holding their tiny daughter to her breast. Jack had gone and sat on the bed next to Sam and had put his arm around her, pulling her towards him, so that she could rest her head on his shoulder as their little daughter lay asleep at Sam's breast. Jack's other hand had gently touched his daughter's head, then he had put his hand on Sam's arm, thought about their stolen son and they both cried a mixture of grieving and grateful tears.