Chapter 25: Dreamscapes and Fantasies...

"The preliminary tests say Sergeant Carlisle is fine, but we know the Goa'uld have tricked us before," Dr. Frasier said. She stood over the young airman's body where it was strapped to his hospital bed. As with most everywhere else in Stargate Command, the infirmary was darkly lit and not terribly comforting.

"Dammit, Alex saved our lives out there," Colonel O'Neill snapped. "That's gotta be our boy."

"Or part of a Goa'uld plot," Dr. Daniel Jackson put in. "Jack, you know as well as we do. The System Lords wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice a couple dozen Jaffa to make an infiltrator's insertion into our ranks look believable."

"I concur," Teal'c said emotionlessly. "Sgt. Carlisle fought admirably in disrupting the Jaffa ambush. Yet if he has been taken over by a Goa'uld symbiote, then his rescue of SG-1 was all a spam."

O'Neill's hands, once covering his face in frustration, now slid down so his eyes could look upon Teal'c. "Scam, Teal'c. I think the word you're trying to use is 'scam.' Or maybe 'sham.'"

"Doctor, how soon will you know for sure?" General Hammond broke in. "Give me a couple hours to run some more tests," she shrugged.

"Right. Well, people, we've got a briefing, so let's get to it."

As they left, Major Samantha Carter paused to grasp the patient's shoulder. "Hang in there," she said, and then left. Soon, it was just Dr. Frasier, Alex, and all the straps and restraints keeping him imprisoned on the bed in case he was inhabited by one of their enemies.

"So, uh... what more can I do, Doc?" Alex asked. "I mean, I know you can't just take my word for it that I'm not carrying a symbiote."

"Well, Sergeant," Dr. Frasier said, walking to the door and closing it -- and, oddly, locking it -- "our autopsies of a few people possessed by Goa'uld symbiotes when they died gave us the chance to see how they effect the human body. There's at least one way I can verify right now that you are or aren't a Goa'uld host... but if you aren't, you'll have to give me your word that you won't tell anyone about it."

"Sure. Okay."

"Although, if you are a Goa'uld host, no one would believe you, anyway." Pointedly, the lovely older woman took off her surgical gloves, washed her hands, and then rubbed them with... something?

"Right. Well, I'm not, so I give my word. I won't tell anyone. Gotta be top secret stuff, right?"

Dr. Frasier hid a smirk. "Yes, Sergeant. Highly classified information."

"Okay. What do we... um... doctor?"

She didn't answer, merely raising an eyebrow as she slipped a hand under the folds of his hospital gown between his legs. Her lubricated hand caressed his nuts, found his penis, and began to play and stroke.

"This is a test?" Alex asked, trying to keep his breathing steady.

"Yes," Dr. Frasier nodded, though clearly her own breath was a bit heavy. "Goa'uld symbiotes cause a discoloration of semen. That," she said, and then smiled tauntingly as her hand encircled his now very erect and engorged cock, "and something tells me no System Lord could stand being sexually controlled by a human woman."

Alex groaned in pleasure. The beautiful doctor had a touch that did much more than heal. "Their loss," he huffed.

Dr. Frasier's manipulation of his cock grew more sensuous yet more firm, and as she looked from his eyes to his groin it was clear who was in charge here. "Despite this personal familiarity, Sergeant," she said in a professional tone well out of any correlation to what her hands were doing and the intense share that they shared, "I expect that you and I will be able to keep up proper military decorum on the base."

"Oh, yeah, sure, ma'am," Alex breathed. Her attention to his cock never let up in speed or grip. His eyes rolled back into his head. Alex's hips pushed up the full quarter-inch of give allowed by the straps. His breath grew shorter and quicker until he finally let out a loud grunt. Dr. Frasier was quick; she had a hand towel at the ready.

She looked down at the towel, then at Alex. His pleasure gave way to alarm. "What?" he asked. "Is something -- oh god, ma'am! Doctor, please don't tell me I've got one of those things inside me!"

The doctor reached up to her neck with her left hand to pull loose her regulation tie and unbutton the collar of her uniform shirt. "No," she said coolly, "but as you're such a robust, young, healthy male of such obvious discretion... and you're still quite aroused," she went on, unbuckling her belt and looking him in the eye, "I think I'd like to have this thing in me."

A moment later, several -- but not all -- of the restraints were undone, allowing Alex the use of his hands and some freedom to his hips. Dr. Frasier climbed on top of him, her pants gone and her shirt undone.

She leaned in close to his face and whispered, "Also, when we're alone like this, I'd prefer to be called Janet."

Alex awoke to the oddest sensations around his genitals. Just as when he'd gone to sleep and as he'd awoken yesterday, he was mostly enveloped by Lorelei's mouth. One hand was wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other lay against his hip. Yet there was strange pulsating feeling within Lorelei's mouth, and the feeling of her breath coming out in a sharp rapidity against his groin as she was... giggling?

He grunted, and she pulled off of him. He had never heard her giggle before, and with her head now buried against his left hip, he couldn't be sure that was what she was -- no, she was definitely giggling.

Realization hit him like a pie in the face. "Oh, no," he groaned.

"Master, were you dreaming of being in a... television show?" Lorelei laughed quietly. Her eyes turned up from under the veil of her hair just long enough to confirm her suspicions. Alex blushed a beet red. She laughed again. At him. Not cruelly, but definitely at him.

"You can watch my dreams?"

"In this act, yes. If I serve you in your sleep and you dream of desire. And really, you would not likely dream of much else."

"God, I don't remember all my dreams," he said, one hand covering his face. "Are they all that embarrassing?"

"No, no," she said, stifling her laughter. "That one was just so developed and definite in its imagery that I did not think it could be from a book or pure imagination. Master, you have nothing to be embarrassed about."

"Yes, I do," Alex groaned.

"Perhaps a little," Lorelei conceded with a grin, and then a giggle as Alex groaned and added his other hand to the one covering his face.

"The matter will never be shared with anyone," Lorelei said with a sweet, solemn smile. Her hands began to slowly caress him, nails dragging sensuously across his groin. "I would be very happy to play Doctor Frasier for you, if you like."

"Hah." He wasn't mad at her. Couldn't be mad. But just... wow. "You must think I'm such a geek."

"My feelings and desire for you are not diminished in the least," she assured him sweetly. "Although I admit your entertainment value has increased this morning."

Alex sighed. She was kissing and licking him again. How could he be mad when she did that? "So you saw other dreams?"

"I did," Lorelei said, pausing to tease the head of his penis with a brief enveloping kiss. "Others were more vague, more down to earth as it were... though I am curious... this tall green woman with superhuman strength? 'Jennifer?' She is a comic book character, yes?"

This time, he pulled one of his two pillows over his head entirely and groaned very, very loudly. Lorelei just laughed.

"Hey, are you awake in there?" his mother's voice came through the door. Alex yanked the pillow down from his head to look at Lorelei in alarm.

She simply winked at him. "Lie still. She won't notice me," she whispered, and then pulled the bedspread over her head where she lay atop his legs and groin.

As was quite typical, Michelle knocked twice and opened the door without waiting for an answer. They had to talk about this before, but she seemed incapable of understanding how annoying that was.

His mother was once again dressed for work. This time, she was all put together. Though her skirt was just short enough and at a level to invite an involuntary look between her legs as she stepped close to the bed, there was much less of the shameless exhibition from yesterday.

"Morning," Alex grunted, hoping to appear a bit more bleary. He wasn't going to bring up the knocking issue. It would only make her feel bad.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Michelle smiled, putting her hand through his hair. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got in a fight with three guys last night," he admitted. "I'm more sore now than I was when I got out of bed."

"Well, make sure you take plenty of those painkillers. You're going to stay home and take it easy today, right?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna call in sick as soon as there'll be anyone at the office. I'm gonna be good and lay around the house, Mom. Either I sit or stand up straight or I lie flat, 'cause everything else kind of hurts my chest right now."

"Mm-hm," Michelle nodded. "Well..." she frowned, looking down at him as if coming to a decision. "If you want to go lie down on my bed, it might be more comfortable than yours. And at least I've got a television in my room."

Alex blinked. "You sure?"

She just shrugged. "It's fine. Anyway, I'd stay home with you myself if I could. Just -- if your girlfriend comes over to give you some tender loving care, I better not find any evidence of shenanigans on my bed, mister."

That only made him blink more. "Um. Wow."

Michelle rolled her eyes. "Look, I'm sorry if I was rude last night. I was just freaked out and probably still a little tipsy and I feel like I made a complete jackass of myself. But she just seems so... Not only is she older than you, but it's like she comes from a very different world, y'know?"

"Oh, I know," Alex said. He felt Lorelei's grin as her cheek tensed against the skin between his inner thigh and his junk.

"I don't want her taking you off to be her kept man for however long that amuses her and then have it mess up your future."

"Not even an issue. We haven't even talked about anything like that. I'm going to college 'cause I want to, remember? I'm being careful, Mom. Careful as can be. Okay?"

"Okay," Michelle nodded. "I'm still suspicious."

"Go ahead and be suspicious," Alex shrugged, and then winced at the pain it produced.

"Does it hurt that badly?"

"Probably be a lot better tomorrow. I'm just being a big baby for today. I'll tough things out for school even if I'm still hurting."

She smiled a bit. "Good call," she said. Then she returned to the other subject. "Anyway, I just hope you're being a gentleman with her."

Alex felt Lorelei's lips press sweetly against his flesh. "As much as she'll let me," he nodded.

Michelle cocked an eyebrow, figuring she knew what he meant by that comment. "Look, I know what young men do with beautiful girls as soon as they get the chance. I'm just saying you can always talk to me about anything. Even if it's complicated or if it's about sex."

"I know," Alex said. "You're going to be late for work."

Michelle sighed, then leaned in and kissed him on the forehead before leaving. Lorelei and Alex remained as they lay until they heard the front door close. "That was less awkward. Thank you," Alex remarked dryly.

"You're welcome," Lorelei smiled, casting aside the blanket again.

"Did you have anything to do with her calming down like that?"

"Not to that degree, no. I asked her to keep an open mind and give things a chance, but I didn't push things. I am as surprised as you are."

"Did I, um," Alex asked, dreading the answer, "did I dream about...her?"

"Yes, once," Lorelei answered, her smile becoming both more controlled and more seductive. "You may not want to hear about it given your wishes earlier."

"No, probably not."

"As you wish. I am grateful to have observed. It was very beautiful."

Alex let out a long breath at that. He needed to change this subject. "Any other dreams?"

"You dreamt of our wedding," Lorelei said, her smile now shifting into a mischievous grin.

"Wow."

"It was a rather sweetly pornographic affair. Your side of the wedding party was hardly involved at all. My maids of honor did much more for us both than stand with me, both before and after the ceremony. And my dress was imaginatively whorish." This time, she was laughing with him.

Her hand was stroking his manhood again. "Have you been married before?" he asked.

"Several hundred times," she answered with a shrug, "though never for very long, of course. It's not my usual approach. Ceremonies such as weddings are often problematic for my kind."

"How so?"

"Holy ground can be spectacularly inhospitable to my kind, depending on the sincerity of the faith among its caretakers and the worshippers who frequent it. I have been wed in churches, synagogues, temples and mosques. Easily handled if the flock or the shepherds are far from religious virtues. Other times, faith has been strong and I have had to engineer different plans."

"I'm not, you know, trying to pressure you or anything," Alex said. "I hadn't even consciously thought about this. I hope that dream didn't seem like a hint."

Lorelei took to her hands and knees, crawling over him with her hair spilling all around his head again. "Alex," she said, "it was a dream of shameless fornication with a naughty theme, and one that I enjoyed. Nothing more. I am wholly loyal to you, and would do anything you asked of me. But you need not concern yourself on this matter in the least, for I am not troubled."

"Is there anything that does trouble you?" he asked softly. "I asked the other night, but you never asked. Is there anything I shouldn't do? I don't want to hurt you, Lorelei. Ever."

She looked away for a moment, seeming thoughtful, distant, and reluctant. Alex had the thought in that moment that some things were difficult to reveal. "I guess maybe that's a little too sensitive to just ask, huh?" he frowned a bit. His hand reached for her hair, stroking it. "Kind of like I'm asking you how to hurt you?" Lorelei nodded, still saying nothing. "You don't have to answer that, then."

"Sodomy."

Alex blinked. "I'm sorry?"

"Master, if you were to get rough with me sexually, I am certain I would enjoy it. But if you were to beat me or torture me... it would be exactly that." Her voice was strained with echoes of more than a little pain.

"I would never—"

"I know, Alex," she whispered. "I know. I know you. I have no fear of you. But there are associations with sodomy beyond sex for me. It would be greatly, darkly pleasuring to you. I would not deny you this. I could not. But for me... there are sensations of pleasure, but also great pain. Humiliation. Punishment." Her voice trembled. "Such acts are used to keep one such as I in line in Hell."

"I had no idea."

"How could you?"

"You didn't have to answer."

Lorelei shrugged, finally looking him in the eye again. "I trust you."

"I will never do that, Lorelei. Not if it hurts you. And you have my every wish that if I'm, I don't know, drunk or stupid or something and I try that, you stop me, okay? Please. I mean that."

She nodded softly. "Thank you, Alex. It will not trouble me if you do this with others."

He nodded, still stroking her hair and looking at her tenderly. "I'm so crazy about you, Lorelei."

Lorelei nodded back. She cast her gaze at his clock, plugged back in now but silenced. "It would be good if I could make a few phone calls in roughly an hour or two. I imagine you will call in sick at about the same time. Until then," she asked with a hungry intensity, "may I suck your cock, master?"

That gave him a thrill. "You think you need to ask permission for that?"

She felt his reaction and grinned. "I think we are both becoming very comfortable with the range of equality and control in our relationship."

"Just doing this isn't boring you? You've been at it awhile already."

"I could do literally nothing but this for days on end without interruption and be very, very happy, master." She had one hand stroking him again already. "In fact, it would be lovely if we could make a date of it sometime soon."

"There's nothing you'd like me to do?"

"For now? No. Today, you must relax and enjoy what I provide. Let your mind drift. You will recover more quickly with more diligent rest, and then we can move to things more vigorous."

"Kiss me," he whispered, "and then take me in your mouth." She grinned encouragingly. "As you wish, master."