"You’re a dirty, bad little girl! I never should have signed papers to bring you home!…You’re a slut, a whore! No matter what he tells you, that’s what you are, that’s what you’ll always be! Slut! Whore! Dirty, bad little girl!" The woman’s face was twisted with rage as she screamed at the little blonde girl, a painfully thin child of not more than ten years old. The child’s shoulders were shaking as she cried…

"You’re my wife, dammit, and I can fuck you any goddamn time I please!" Kenny roared, his breath reeking of alcohol. He was drunk, and in one of his rages. Evidently he hadn’t been ‘lucky’ at the Blue Gull tonight. He shoved her against the wall, her head banged against it from the force. He fought with her jeans, yanked them to her knees then forced her legs open with his knee. He shoved himself into her, she bit back the scream of pain. If she screamed, he invariably slapped her…

"Please me, Tau’ri, and perhaps I will see fit to make you more than just a slave," the giant man taunted. He took a long curved-bladed knife into his hand and grinned. He reached forward with the weapon.

She stood there, terrified that he was going to kill her. His grin was maniacal, his eyes glowing. He swiftly cut the clothes…such as they were…from her body. One huge hand reached out and grabbed her breast, squeezing and mauling it until she cried out from the pain.

"Get over here," he ordered.

She moved towards him, her stomach churning, her body trembling. She watched as he took off his clothes. For one brief second she thought she would laugh out loud. For all his size, he wasn’t very well endowed. He was actually very…average. But he was fully aroused.

He shoved her to her knees. "Give me pleasure, whore," he growled, as he shoved his cock into her face.

She looked at him, her mind reeling from was happening to her. Her back was on fire again, the wounds from the beating earlier in the day making her feel light-headed. He slapped her, she felt as if she were about to pass out.

He thrust his hips towards her again, and she slowly opened her mouth. He shoved himself in, nearly choking her as he pushed to the back of her throat. He didn’t wait for her to do anything, he simply began to thrust in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t long until he came…bitter, salty semen filled her throat. She gagged, nearly vomited. He slapped her again as she spit the vile stuff onto the rug beside her.

He grabbed her by the hair and jerked her to her feet. "You dare insult your god in such a manner? He backhanded her, sent her flying against the soft wall of the tent. "Get over here, whore!" he demanded for the second time.

Her head spinning, she crawled to where he was. She was terrified, and she was angry. She would make this bastard pay, one way or the other, even if it killed her to do so.

Gargantua grabbed her roughly. "You will please me, Tau’ri, or I will kill you," he whispered in her ear. He lowered his head and began to run his tongue over the soft skin of her neck. "Please me," he whispered again, taking her hand and shoving it down to his groin. She was surprised to find him fully erect again.

With a shudder of disgust, she wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke him. She resisted the urge to yank the offending organ off of his body. Barely.

He was leaning over, biting and licking her breasts and nipples, his hands squeezing them roughly as he did so. He pulled away from her, grabbed her and threw her onto a pile of furs and silk. The pain in her back was excruciating. He grabbed her legs and pushed them apart, entering her with one hard thrust. Again she screamed, her body not ready for such an invasion. She began to fight him, trying to push him away, the pain between her legs and the pain in her back nearly blinding her. He only laughed. "Good, that’s good, fight me, Tau’ri, fight me!" He slapped her again.

She continued to try and get away from him, unaware that her movements were only exciting him further. With a grunt, he emptied into her.

He laid on top of her, his weight making it difficult to breath. He rolled over and grabbed a bottle. "Drink with me, little one, before I take you again."

She turned her head away when he offered the bottle to her. He laughed, and drank greedily. Her back was causing her so much pain she didn’t think she could stand it, and the tender flesh between her legs burned also. She knew that his violent thrusts had damaged her inside, she could feel it. She bit her already wounded lip, tried to fight back the tears that threatened to fall.

"Show me what else you can do to please me," Gargantua said.

She stayed where she was, not moving, not saying a thing.

With a snort of anger, the giant Goa’uld rose to his feet, pulled her up with him. There was a low table near the front of the tent. He shoved her over it, and pulled her legs apart. His thumbs worked against that tight opening between her buttocks. She tried to pull her legs back together, clamping her body closed as well as she could. He rammed the head of his erection past the tight sphincter, she screamed in pain. He roared with frustration when he couldn't force himself fully into her ass. He slapped her, again and again, but she refused to relax. He finally thrust himself into her sore well, bringing forth another cry of pain…

"Don’t you come back in this house, you filthy little whore!" The woman was shaking her fist at the child, who stood near the street, tears streaming down her face.

The little girl looked up at him, smiled…the same beautiful smile that could make him weak in the knees…and put her hand in his.

He looked back at the woman. She was at least a hundred pounds overweight, her mousy brown hair hung in lank strings around her face. Her face was round and red and beginning to show deep creases from her wide nose to her mouth. "You’re a psychotic bitch, and you never should have been allowed to adopt any child, much less one as sensitive and beautiful as Casey."

The woman gaped at him. "You can’t do a damned thing! She’s my daughter!"

Daniel shook his head. "She’s my Wife. You will leave her alone. Now, go!"

With a flash of light, the woman disappeared. The little girl, his beloved Casey, looked up at him, her eyes wide.

"Grandma Rose will take care of you, Angel," he said softly.

The little face lit up. "Grandma Rose?"

"Yes, babe, Grandma Rose. Where is she?"

The little girl looked around, then pointed to a small, well-kept house. "That’s her house," she said softly.

Daniel walked her to the door and knocked. A woman in her late sixties opened the door, her face full love and laughter and kindness. "Grandma Rose?"

The woman smiled. "I’m so glad you’ve brought her to me, Daniel. It’s time that she was released from all that Helen did to her. I’ll take good care of her, don’t you worry about that." She looked down at the little girl. "Come on in, Casey. I have a batch of cookies in the oven, and then we’ll see about going to the library, would you like that?"

"Oh, yes!" she threw her arms around the old woman. She looked up at Daniel, smiled shyly. "Thank you," she said, her voice a mere whisper.

Daniel smiled, let his hand run over her silky blonde hair. "You’re welcome, Angel."

"Where the hell is the beer? Are you so stupid that you can’t even remember to pick up a fucking case of beer? Jesus, Casey! You’re useless, you know that, don’t you? You can’t do one damned thing right, can you?" Kenny raged, slamming the refrigerator shut.

She tried to move past him in the tiny kitchen. He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulled her against him.

"You’re not even a good fuck, you know that? But, any port in the storm, as my daddy used to say…" He began pulling at her clothes. She stood there, staring at him, but not fighting him. "That’s right. You’re my wife. I can fuck you whenever and however I damned well please, and there’s not a damned thing you can do about it."

"Get your hands off of her," Daniel growled. He didn’t hesitate to grab the man and pull him away from her. He smiled when his fist impacted on Kenny’s face.

Casey looked at him, relief and love shining in her eyes. She walked into his open arms, buried her face against his neck. "Thank you, sweetheart," she whispered.

"You’re welcome, Angel. Love you," he whispered.

"Love you, too."

She was running through the woods, wearing nothing but a tunic, blood covered the back where her wounds bled freely. He could tell that she was hurt inside, between her legs, each step brought a flash of pain to her green eyes, mirrored on her delicate features.

Wepwawet, Gargantua to her, was right behind her, that huge knife in his hands. "Run, Tau’ri, run! You cannot please me in bed, you will make sport for me another way! Run!" He threw his head back and laughed.

She was winded, and slowing down. She leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath.

The knife impacted on the tree above her head, she jumped and began to run again, tears flowing down her cheeks. She followed the path, turned around a curve, and…there he was, waiting for her, his arms open. She raced into them.

"It’s okay, Angel, I’ve got you," Daniel whispered. He gently pushed her to stand behind him.

The Goa’uld came around the corner, stopped and looked at him. He began laughing. "There is nothing you can do, Tau’ri. She is mine. She will never be anything other than a slave, a whore. When I finish with her, she will please my Jaffa. All of them. Three at a time. She has seen it done to the other whores among the slaves. She knows what to expect. She knows what to do; after all, she’s nothing but a slut!"

Daniel shook his head. "She killed you. She used your own knife to do it. Then she got away from you. She wasn’t a slave for more than five weeks. You couldn’t even keep a Tau’ri enslaved for longer than five weeks. The great Wepwawet! What a joke! You’re dead. At her hand!"

Wepwawet’s eyes widened. "She will always belong to me!" he shouted.

"No, you sorry snake-headed son of a bitch. She belongs to me. She loves me, and I love her. She’s the best part of me. She is my Chosen. She’s the woman who killed you."

The Goa’uld began to change, becoming nothing more than smoke. "I will never let her go!"

"She won’t be bothered by you any longer," Daniel replied. He took a deep breath, then blew hard. The Goa’uld disappeared.

Casey threw her arms around him, held him tightly. Tears spilled from her eyes.

"Shh, it’s over, babe, it’s all over," he whispered, holding her close.

"Thank you, Daniel, for saving me," she whispered.

"Anytime, Angel. Love you," he said softly.

"Love you, my heart."