Challenge 115 fic: Stimulation Chair
I've only recently discovered Stargate and was instantly a Sam/Jack fan, so I was really glad to find this community. I hope you'll enjoy this little fic, and I would love to know what you guys think!
Author: Serenade
Title: Stimulation Chair
Rating: M (adult content)
Episode Spoilers/related: "The Gamekeeper" (2x04), "Abyss" (6x06), "The Other Guys" (6x08), and "Avatar" (8x06)
Timeline: Set sometime after "The Other Guys".
Word Count: ~2000
Summary: Sam convinces Jack to try out a simulation chair for training purposes, but both are unaware of a little tweak Jay Felger added to the program.
Jay Felger jumped out of his seat when his wristwatch beeped on the hour, signalling the official end to his day at work. He took hurried steps towards the simulation chair and rubbed his hands together, feeling his heart pound at the realisation of what was finally about to happen. Jay’s fingers shook as he replaced the modulating chip of the controlling computer with one that he kept in his breast pocket, almost dropping it in his excitement. He knew that what he was doing, what he had been secretly doing for the past few months, strayed far from his job description at the SGC, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t work hard during all the hours he was being paid. Besides, there was no harm in indulging in some light entertainment with some alien technology that he was just going to borrow for a few minutes... His excitement brewing, Jay began to climb onto the chair, when he heard the lab door being opened. The unexpected interruption sent him sprawling to the floor.
“You have thirty minutes starting from...now.” The newcomer paused for a second, then barked, “Folger! I’m a ranking officer, not Jesus. You don’t have to get on your knees every time you see me.”
Jay shuddered at Colonel O’Neill’s voice, but he almost fainted when he felt Major Samantha Carter at his side, helping him up.
“You okay there?” she asked, genuinely concerned. “You’re messing with some pretty rare equipment.”
Jay stood up, his legs still wobbly, his heart racing. “Yea, um, I’m, yea...” He fell silent at Colonel O’Neill’s look.
“So Carter, tell me again why you dragged me down here?”
Jay held back a sigh when Samantha straightened and released his arm, and was glad that they had not walked in five minutes later, when he was actually in the chair. “Sir, Dr. Felger and I have been working on these simulation chairs we took from P7J-989. We’ve programmed a virtual reality game which could be used for training purposes, and as the chairs are naturally inclined to adapt its scenario according to the individual’s own experiences-”
“Carter, you’re on twenty-six minutes now.”
“Yes, sir. We thought you might like to be the first to test the simulation. It’ll only take about twenty minutes, max.”
As the Colonel held up his hands resignation, Jay sprang into action. “Actually, I still need to fiddle with a couple of things to make sure it’ll work properly, so if you fellas give me just a few more minutes...”
“Folger, I’m not going to miss an episode of the Simpsons, fancy chair or not.” The Colonel glanced at the door.
“Sir, I assure you it’s in perfect working order.” Samantha looked pointedly at Jay, who suddenly found his shoes very interesting. “Dr. Felger, if you would please.”
So there was no way out of it, after all. Samantha was paying him too much attention-not that it was a bad thing-for Jay to surreptitiously replace the modulating chip that contained the proper training scenario, and he could only hope for the best as he attached the sensors that would monitor the Colonel’s vitals, his hands growing clammier by the minute.
“That should be it, sir,” Samantha said when O’Neill was all hooked up. “You’ll begin with an FA-5 alert in the SGC, and will have to defeat the Goa’uld for the game to end. The program is designed to adapt its difficulty to your own experiences, so if you do find yourself stuck-”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“-then just take the elevator to the surface.”
“Twenty minutes, you say?”
Samantha nodded and positioned the head set above her commanding officer. Jay, on the other hand, was too busy attempting to suppress another shudder to notice the look that passed between the two.
“I’ll see you in ten.”
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Jack O’Neill found himself in the same laboratory he had left only a second ago, but instead of being seated on a simulation chair, he was in a recliner that he swore wasn’t there before. He was about to stand up to find the threat and beat the darn game when Carter appeared before him, wearing her uniform. He glanced down to find that he was also in his dress blues.
“Carter, what’s going on? Where’s the FA-5?”
She ignored his question and took slow steps towards him, smiling. “You’re looking very sexy today,” she said when their knees were touching. Then she leaned down and fingered his tie. “But you’re looking sexy everyday.”
Jack swallowed and attempted to push her away. “What are you doing, Carter? There’s a Goa’uld on the loose. You know, those slippery little snakeheads who always want to take over the world.”
To his relief, Carter stepped away; but before Jack could catch his breath again, his 2IC had removed her skirt, revealing flimsy panties and garters. “No Goa’uld. Just. You. And. Me.”
Comprehension almost flew out the window when she straddled him, but Jack managed to choke out, “Carter, what are you-” He groaned when she started to slide against him in slow, controlled movements.
“I’m giving you a lab dance...sir.”
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“His heart rate’s increasing,” Samantha said, attention on the monitor, “so I’m assuming the Colonel has discovered and is working on eliminating the threat.”
Jay felt his own heart rate spike, and glanced at his watch. He had programmed the lab dance-he couldn’t help but smile at the name; it really was an ingenious idea!-to go on for five minutes, which meant he had about two minutes before the simulation ended and the Colonel shot him dead.
“You know,” Samantha continued, oblivious to Jay’s sense of doom, “we should add something like a progress recorder so we can see what’s actually going on in the simulation. It might result in a processing delay of a few seconds, but we won’t be kept in the dark about the participant’s movements and will be able to better adjust the program for the future.”
Jay was infinitely glad she had not thought of that earlier.
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Carter had shed her jacket and shirt, and was giving her commanding officer a most excellent view of her cleavage. Jack could feel her warmth through his own clothing, and it was killing him.
“That’s enough, Carter,” he said, gripping the sides of the recliner lest he lose control and pull her against him. “And that’s a command.”
“But you don’t really mean it,” she replied, voice husky. “Besides, I think I’d rather take a command from someone more…adamant.”
He groaned again when she stroked him through his pants. And when she began to undo his fly, Jack’s fingers found her hair, urging her on.
He would definitely have to kill Folger, but right now, he was going to enjoy this.
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Jay Felger was ready to disembowel himself with one of his limited edition Lord of the Rings replica swords. The dance was supposed to last five minutes, not a second more, but it was more than double that and the Colonel was still in the chair, his BP rising.
“Should it be taking him this long?” he asked, hoping Samantha wouldn’t notice he was on the brink of death.
“The program is very adaptive, and knowing the Colonel, he probably wants his in-game experience to be as realistic as possible. We still haven’t learnt everything about the chairs, but I’m assuming they can also read the participant on a subconscious level and determine their core desires. And I’m guessing that the Colonel wants this to be as difficult to beat as a real foothold scenario in the SGC.” She stopped and looked at Jay for the first time since the simulation started. “Are you okay?”
No, he was about to die very, very soon.
“Yea, I’m good. Just worried about the Colonel.”
She flashed him a smile, and returned her attention to O’Neill’s vitals. “He’ll be fine. After all, he’s been in similar situations countless times before.”
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Major Samantha Carter, his second in command, was giving Colonel O’Neill the most amazing blowjob of his life. All he could think about was the feel of her tongue, her mouth, around him, taking him in, and out, and in again...
“Oh god, Sam honey, I want you so damn much...” He felt her pause at his words, and used the opportunity to extricate her, pulling her towards him until she was straddling him again. She was breathless and flushed, her blue eyes glazed. He moved a hand beneath her, easily slipping past the panties and finding the spot that made her gasp. His lips found her neck and he kissed her fervently, glad to be finally in control.
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“It shouldn’t be taking him this long,” Samantha said as they passed the twenty minute mark. “His heart rate’s continuing to rise, and he’s been sweating; whatever danger he’s facing, I doubt he can take it for much longer.”
Jay wondered if he could reach for the Major’s gun and shoot himself before the Colonel returned.
Then Samantha paled, and Jay prepared himself for death.
“What if the Colonel’s subconscious mind has taken him outside the boundaries of the simulation? What if, in trying to pose a challenge for himself, he has inadvertently found himself captured by a Goa’uld? It’s only been a month since his encounter with Ba’al; what if the Colonel’s being tortured outside the SGC and can’t activate the shut-off command?” She looked back at the heart rate that showed no signs of abating, then back at Jay. “Do you think he’ll be angry if we manually terminate the game?”
“We can do that in the middle of the game?”
“I’m pretty sure,” she said, already typing into the keyboard linked to the system. “If we had implemented the progress recorder then an external forced shutdown would probably interfere and cause irreparable neutral damage, but as it is, Colonel O’Neill will probably only feel a slightly unpleasant jolt. I’m going to bring him out now.”
And Jay saw his life flash before his eyes.
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He knew she was close by the moans in his ear and the slickness on his fingers, but he wanted them to share this, together. As if she was reading his mind, his sweet little Carter nudged her hips until she was directly above him. Then, with a guttural cry, Jack plunged himself into her, filling her so deeply that he was about to explode...
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“Carter!”
The woman in question jumped at the rough tone, fumbling for words. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to pull you out prematurely...”
“Damn right, you should be sorry!”
“We were afraid you might have been in danger, sir,” was Samantha’s soft reply. Jay watched as the Colonel’s eyes focused on reality, and the scientist took a small step backwards.
“Ah. The danger.” O’Neill fixed his gaze on Jay. “The Goa’uld. Very impressive simulation, Folger.” Then he turned to his 2IC. “I want him off this project, Carter.”
“But, sir-”
Jay sent a last prayer to the heavens, ready for death.
“He tried to kill me, Carter! I’m sure this is all a brilliant idea, but there’s gotta be someone else on this base who’s capable of programming this thing!”
“I guess Dr Lee could do it...”
“Then get to it!” He leapt out of the chair, muttering, “I knew I should’ve taped the Simpsons.”
As O’Neill watched Samantha leave the room to find Dr Lee, Jay opened one eye, then the other, and surveyed the scene before him in stunned silence. By Einstein, he was still alive! Suddenly euphoric, Jay retrieved the modulating chip from the computer and was stuffing it into his pocket when he felt the Colonel’s attention on him again. O’Neill stared at the scientist for a full minute before wordlessly extending a hand. His nerves returning, Jay tried to smile and give a nonchalant shrug at the same time-something that always worked with the ladies-but the Colonel was unaffected. His heart heavy, Jay relinquished the result of countless hours of work that he snuck in during lunch breaks and after hours.
“I don’t know what you did with the simulation,” the Colonel said, holding the chip so tightly between his fingers that his knuckles were white, “but if you even breathe a word of this to anyone, then I’ll send you to a planet where the sun will never shine on your sorry little ass.” And with that, Colonel Jack O’Neill stormed out of the lab, his fury being the obvious reason why he was walking with an awkward gait.
Jay clutched his thudding chest-he knew he was lucky his heart was still beating-and slumped to the floor, glad his ordeal was finally over. As his breathing slowed, Jay thought he recalled something akin to jealousy in the Colonel’s eyes when he silently asked for the modulator chip... Yes, it must’ve been jealousy! But did that mean... No, it couldn’t possibly! But he had seen it, he had an explanation for it, and Jay Felger was never wrong (not when it mattered, anyway). And the more he thought about it, the more it all made sense...
The scientist straightened his tie, then got up to his feet. He couldn’t blame O’Neill for being attracted to him, and as much as Jay admired and respected the Colonel, he couldn’t take blame for not returning those feelings. After all, Jay thought as he recalled Samantha’s soft touch as she helped him up earlier, he was already taken.
Author: Serenade
Title: Stimulation Chair
Rating: M (adult content)
Episode Spoilers/related: "The Gamekeeper" (2x04), "Abyss" (6x06), "The Other Guys" (6x08), and "Avatar" (8x06)
Timeline: Set sometime after "The Other Guys".
Word Count: ~2000
Summary: Sam convinces Jack to try out a simulation chair for training purposes, but both are unaware of a little tweak Jay Felger added to the program.
Jay Felger jumped out of his seat when his wristwatch beeped on the hour, signalling the official end to his day at work. He took hurried steps towards the simulation chair and rubbed his hands together, feeling his heart pound at the realisation of what was finally about to happen. Jay’s fingers shook as he replaced the modulating chip of the controlling computer with one that he kept in his breast pocket, almost dropping it in his excitement. He knew that what he was doing, what he had been secretly doing for the past few months, strayed far from his job description at the SGC, but it wasn’t as if he didn’t work hard during all the hours he was being paid. Besides, there was no harm in indulging in some light entertainment with some alien technology that he was just going to borrow for a few minutes... His excitement brewing, Jay began to climb onto the chair, when he heard the lab door being opened. The unexpected interruption sent him sprawling to the floor.
“You have thirty minutes starting from...now.” The newcomer paused for a second, then barked, “Folger! I’m a ranking officer, not Jesus. You don’t have to get on your knees every time you see me.”
Jay shuddered at Colonel O’Neill’s voice, but he almost fainted when he felt Major Samantha Carter at his side, helping him up.
“You okay there?” she asked, genuinely concerned. “You’re messing with some pretty rare equipment.”
Jay stood up, his legs still wobbly, his heart racing. “Yea, um, I’m, yea...” He fell silent at Colonel O’Neill’s look.
“So Carter, tell me again why you dragged me down here?”
Jay held back a sigh when Samantha straightened and released his arm, and was glad that they had not walked in five minutes later, when he was actually in the chair. “Sir, Dr. Felger and I have been working on these simulation chairs we took from P7J-989. We’ve programmed a virtual reality game which could be used for training purposes, and as the chairs are naturally inclined to adapt its scenario according to the individual’s own experiences-”
“Carter, you’re on twenty-six minutes now.”
“Yes, sir. We thought you might like to be the first to test the simulation. It’ll only take about twenty minutes, max.”
As the Colonel held up his hands resignation, Jay sprang into action. “Actually, I still need to fiddle with a couple of things to make sure it’ll work properly, so if you fellas give me just a few more minutes...”
“Folger, I’m not going to miss an episode of the Simpsons, fancy chair or not.” The Colonel glanced at the door.
“Sir, I assure you it’s in perfect working order.” Samantha looked pointedly at Jay, who suddenly found his shoes very interesting. “Dr. Felger, if you would please.”
So there was no way out of it, after all. Samantha was paying him too much attention-not that it was a bad thing-for Jay to surreptitiously replace the modulating chip that contained the proper training scenario, and he could only hope for the best as he attached the sensors that would monitor the Colonel’s vitals, his hands growing clammier by the minute.
“That should be it, sir,” Samantha said when O’Neill was all hooked up. “You’ll begin with an FA-5 alert in the SGC, and will have to defeat the Goa’uld for the game to end. The program is designed to adapt its difficulty to your own experiences, so if you do find yourself stuck-”
“Not a chance in hell.”
“-then just take the elevator to the surface.”
“Twenty minutes, you say?”
Samantha nodded and positioned the head set above her commanding officer. Jay, on the other hand, was too busy attempting to suppress another shudder to notice the look that passed between the two.
“I’ll see you in ten.”
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Jack O’Neill found himself in the same laboratory he had left only a second ago, but instead of being seated on a simulation chair, he was in a recliner that he swore wasn’t there before. He was about to stand up to find the threat and beat the darn game when Carter appeared before him, wearing her uniform. He glanced down to find that he was also in his dress blues.
“Carter, what’s going on? Where’s the FA-5?”
She ignored his question and took slow steps towards him, smiling. “You’re looking very sexy today,” she said when their knees were touching. Then she leaned down and fingered his tie. “But you’re looking sexy everyday.”
Jack swallowed and attempted to push her away. “What are you doing, Carter? There’s a Goa’uld on the loose. You know, those slippery little snakeheads who always want to take over the world.”
To his relief, Carter stepped away; but before Jack could catch his breath again, his 2IC had removed her skirt, revealing flimsy panties and garters. “No Goa’uld. Just. You. And. Me.”
Comprehension almost flew out the window when she straddled him, but Jack managed to choke out, “Carter, what are you-” He groaned when she started to slide against him in slow, controlled movements.
“I’m giving you a lab dance...sir.”
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“His heart rate’s increasing,” Samantha said, attention on the monitor, “so I’m assuming the Colonel has discovered and is working on eliminating the threat.”
Jay felt his own heart rate spike, and glanced at his watch. He had programmed the lab dance-he couldn’t help but smile at the name; it really was an ingenious idea!-to go on for five minutes, which meant he had about two minutes before the simulation ended and the Colonel shot him dead.
“You know,” Samantha continued, oblivious to Jay’s sense of doom, “we should add something like a progress recorder so we can see what’s actually going on in the simulation. It might result in a processing delay of a few seconds, but we won’t be kept in the dark about the participant’s movements and will be able to better adjust the program for the future.”
Jay was infinitely glad she had not thought of that earlier.
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Carter had shed her jacket and shirt, and was giving her commanding officer a most excellent view of her cleavage. Jack could feel her warmth through his own clothing, and it was killing him.
“That’s enough, Carter,” he said, gripping the sides of the recliner lest he lose control and pull her against him. “And that’s a command.”
“But you don’t really mean it,” she replied, voice husky. “Besides, I think I’d rather take a command from someone more…adamant.”
He groaned again when she stroked him through his pants. And when she began to undo his fly, Jack’s fingers found her hair, urging her on.
He would definitely have to kill Folger, but right now, he was going to enjoy this.
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Jay Felger was ready to disembowel himself with one of his limited edition Lord of the Rings replica swords. The dance was supposed to last five minutes, not a second more, but it was more than double that and the Colonel was still in the chair, his BP rising.
“Should it be taking him this long?” he asked, hoping Samantha wouldn’t notice he was on the brink of death.
“The program is very adaptive, and knowing the Colonel, he probably wants his in-game experience to be as realistic as possible. We still haven’t learnt everything about the chairs, but I’m assuming they can also read the participant on a subconscious level and determine their core desires. And I’m guessing that the Colonel wants this to be as difficult to beat as a real foothold scenario in the SGC.” She stopped and looked at Jay for the first time since the simulation started. “Are you okay?”
No, he was about to die very, very soon.
“Yea, I’m good. Just worried about the Colonel.”
She flashed him a smile, and returned her attention to O’Neill’s vitals. “He’ll be fine. After all, he’s been in similar situations countless times before.”
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Major Samantha Carter, his second in command, was giving Colonel O’Neill the most amazing blowjob of his life. All he could think about was the feel of her tongue, her mouth, around him, taking him in, and out, and in again...
“Oh god, Sam honey, I want you so damn much...” He felt her pause at his words, and used the opportunity to extricate her, pulling her towards him until she was straddling him again. She was breathless and flushed, her blue eyes glazed. He moved a hand beneath her, easily slipping past the panties and finding the spot that made her gasp. His lips found her neck and he kissed her fervently, glad to be finally in control.
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“It shouldn’t be taking him this long,” Samantha said as they passed the twenty minute mark. “His heart rate’s continuing to rise, and he’s been sweating; whatever danger he’s facing, I doubt he can take it for much longer.”
Jay wondered if he could reach for the Major’s gun and shoot himself before the Colonel returned.
Then Samantha paled, and Jay prepared himself for death.
“What if the Colonel’s subconscious mind has taken him outside the boundaries of the simulation? What if, in trying to pose a challenge for himself, he has inadvertently found himself captured by a Goa’uld? It’s only been a month since his encounter with Ba’al; what if the Colonel’s being tortured outside the SGC and can’t activate the shut-off command?” She looked back at the heart rate that showed no signs of abating, then back at Jay. “Do you think he’ll be angry if we manually terminate the game?”
“We can do that in the middle of the game?”
“I’m pretty sure,” she said, already typing into the keyboard linked to the system. “If we had implemented the progress recorder then an external forced shutdown would probably interfere and cause irreparable neutral damage, but as it is, Colonel O’Neill will probably only feel a slightly unpleasant jolt. I’m going to bring him out now.”
And Jay saw his life flash before his eyes.
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He knew she was close by the moans in his ear and the slickness on his fingers, but he wanted them to share this, together. As if she was reading his mind, his sweet little Carter nudged her hips until she was directly above him. Then, with a guttural cry, Jack plunged himself into her, filling her so deeply that he was about to explode...
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“Carter!”
The woman in question jumped at the rough tone, fumbling for words. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to pull you out prematurely...”
“Damn right, you should be sorry!”
“We were afraid you might have been in danger, sir,” was Samantha’s soft reply. Jay watched as the Colonel’s eyes focused on reality, and the scientist took a small step backwards.
“Ah. The danger.” O’Neill fixed his gaze on Jay. “The Goa’uld. Very impressive simulation, Folger.” Then he turned to his 2IC. “I want him off this project, Carter.”
“But, sir-”
Jay sent a last prayer to the heavens, ready for death.
“He tried to kill me, Carter! I’m sure this is all a brilliant idea, but there’s gotta be someone else on this base who’s capable of programming this thing!”
“I guess Dr Lee could do it...”
“Then get to it!” He leapt out of the chair, muttering, “I knew I should’ve taped the Simpsons.”
As O’Neill watched Samantha leave the room to find Dr Lee, Jay opened one eye, then the other, and surveyed the scene before him in stunned silence. By Einstein, he was still alive! Suddenly euphoric, Jay retrieved the modulating chip from the computer and was stuffing it into his pocket when he felt the Colonel’s attention on him again. O’Neill stared at the scientist for a full minute before wordlessly extending a hand. His nerves returning, Jay tried to smile and give a nonchalant shrug at the same time-something that always worked with the ladies-but the Colonel was unaffected. His heart heavy, Jay relinquished the result of countless hours of work that he snuck in during lunch breaks and after hours.
“I don’t know what you did with the simulation,” the Colonel said, holding the chip so tightly between his fingers that his knuckles were white, “but if you even breathe a word of this to anyone, then I’ll send you to a planet where the sun will never shine on your sorry little ass.” And with that, Colonel Jack O’Neill stormed out of the lab, his fury being the obvious reason why he was walking with an awkward gait.
Jay clutched his thudding chest-he knew he was lucky his heart was still beating-and slumped to the floor, glad his ordeal was finally over. As his breathing slowed, Jay thought he recalled something akin to jealousy in the Colonel’s eyes when he silently asked for the modulator chip... Yes, it must’ve been jealousy! But did that mean... No, it couldn’t possibly! But he had seen it, he had an explanation for it, and Jay Felger was never wrong (not when it mattered, anyway). And the more he thought about it, the more it all made sense...
The scientist straightened his tie, then got up to his feet. He couldn’t blame O’Neill for being attracted to him, and as much as Jay admired and respected the Colonel, he couldn’t take blame for not returning those feelings. After all, Jay thought as he recalled Samantha’s soft touch as she helped him up earlier, he was already taken.