Tarnished Heroes Chapter Sixteen I want you to dance naked Wednesday Evening Off World After the last town, they didn’t come across anything that indicated civilization in the least. No towns, no villages, no camps, not even the remnants of a lone campfire. Early in the evening they crested a hill and gazed down upon the walled city below. It was alive and bustling with fires and cooking food that they could smell even from their great distance. The voices below carried on the wind, no words were discernable but still the tone sounded jovial and upbeat. The people below were milling about. SG-1 raised their binoculars to get a better view. The people were drinking, eating, laughing, and dancing and… Whoa…. Each one dropped the long-range glasses and looked at the other. “Did you just see…” each asked. Daniel looked at the glasses and Jack tried to rub dust off his while Sam shook her head and Teal’c just kept gazing. There was nothing wrong with the glasses. The people below were most definitely laughing, drinking, smoking, eating, dancing and taking part in the largest orgy any of them had ever dreamed. Not even the porn movies they’d seen over the years came close to the debauchery taking place behind the walls of the city. It was nothing more than a swelling sea of naked oiled human flesh writhing and humping in a great wave of decadence. “Holy shit!” Jack exclaimed. “Well now we know where everyone went.” “Oh my God,” Sam cried and dropped the glasses as she began to laugh. “Daniel where the hell are we?” Jack demanded to know. “I’m not sure…” he stammered and wanted to raise the glasses again and get another look. “But you’ve got an idea….” Jack coaxed. “I think you’ve found where Bacchus went.” “Who?” “Bacchus,” Daniel said again, “Greek God of Wine and well, just, ya know, general debauchery,” he motioned toward the town below. “Orgies were a specialty of his. Judging by, you know…THAT and….well…all of the wine down there…..the statutes in the garden…” shaking his head and looking for something more to say, “he’s Callas’, um, half great-uncle.” “Wanna go down and say hi?” Jack invited. “Yeah, I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Daniel told him. “Bacchus has his good side but, ah, it looks like we’re indulging the dark side for a while.” He motioned again toward the city. “History notes he was as hot tempered as Ares and when drunk—which he usually was-- he couldn’t control that temper. He might not take kindly to outsiders intruding on his ritual.” “Ritual?” Sam asked. “What religion? Can I join?” At some point unnoticed by the rest of them, she’d begun staring off at the orgy through the long-range spectacles once more. ** The evening brought with it a high wind and very faint but very reminiscent scent. Bacchus sniffed heavily of the night air and gazed around at his followers lost in their lust and pleasures of the flesh. Darkness had always been his friend, from his place on his throne where two gorgeous women were sucking his hard cock while two more worked between their soft legs to pleasure them he stared off in the distance toward the small hillside beyond the walls. Quietly he gave the order for his guards to go off and see who was up there. ** “I don’t think he’s going to be of any use to us.” Daniel explained. “All he was ever really good for is making wine, getting drunk and…doing that.” “Nothing else?” Jack asked. “Sounds like a good life.” “Yeah,” Sam agreed. “He’s also noted as being a great lover and bringer of laws, not that they were always great.” Daniel added. “Still I don’t think there’s anything here not that we can use.” “We can’t just go down there and join in, huh?” Jack intoned. “Damn shame. All right, let’s get outta here.” Jack turned to Daniel. “Well, Calla ‘ll be happy, huh?” “Yeah, maybe I can make it to New York with her after all.” Sam finally dropped the glasses and they all turned back toward the ATVs. “Oh, hello,” Daniel said easily and raised his hands at the sight of the guards with the big pointy spears just inches away from his chest. “Lord Bacchus wants to talk to you.” “I’m sure he does.” Daniel agreed with a smile. “Jack?” “Well, while we’re here, it’d be rude not to stop in and say ‘hello’.” Jack agreed and they began to follow the entourage of seven armed guards toward the walled city. The ATVs and their packs left behind. While the guards surrounded them, they did not disarm them. Jack figured they didn’t know what the weapons were so hadn’t bothered with them. Entering through the massive wood gates that had to measure at least fifty feet high and twenty wide, the inner city was lit by bonfires and torches that lines the well-trod streets. There were sidewalks and public drainage. Store fronts and houses, livestock and food. It was a regular bustling metropolis and now its inhabitants were deep in the throes of wanton lust. Every where they looked naked and half-naked people—young and old, tall and short, fat and thin-- were drinking, dancing, fucking in pairs and groups, no holds barred tonight. Few stopped what they were doing to take notice of the new comers that passed by. Passing by the large green of the city there was a huge statue of Bacchus himself in the center of the square. He was surrounded by buxom maidens and was drinking from a sheepskin flask. “Holy shit,” Sam whispered as they took in all there was to see. “This is too much.” “It’s a Bacchanalia.” Daniel explained. “A what?” “Just what it sounds like, a celebration of the man himself. It could last as long as a month.” He point out. “No fucking way!” Jack said loudly. “Shh,” Sam shushed him and then looked at Daniel. “Are you kidding?” “No,” he muttered. “It’s still celebrated in some cultures but not this grandly. These days a Bacchanalia is a big cotillion with lots of food and drink that might last as long as a day or a weekend.” “I like the old school ways better.” Jack observed happily, as he watched a group of vivacious group of naked young females crawling all over each other. They looked like they were oiled down or up, whichever you prefer. They were slithering and glistening all over each other in the firelight. His dick was hard. That was all right, Teal’c and Daniel had the same problem and in her own way so did Sam. Past the green they were lead up to an open throne upon which Bacchus was sitting still deeply engaged in his group blowjob and the wine he was guzzling. “Lord Bacchus,” one of the guards said in a deep voice and the man’s eyes opened. Daniel’s first thought was that according to myth and legend Bacchus was quite ugly but the man in front of him was far from it. He was cocked out of his mind, his deep blue eyes were swimming in his head as his body lazed over the throne and the women sucked on his tool. However, like most of the other Olympians, ugly he was not. Bacchus was tall as were the others, he had fair skin and strawberry blonde hair. Licking his lips and taking another guzzle from the gold chalice in his hand Bacchus sat up. The women at his feet moved with him but didn’t stop their work and neither did the women working below them. “Who are you?” He asked with an intoxicated flourish of his hand and then pushed the women away from him. “Enough.” He told them and rose on unsteady legs. “One of you has a familiar scent.” He accused and more or less stumbled, still naked and still hard, toward them, his nose raised high in the air. “Eh, Jaffa,” he said stuttered as he neared Teal’c and went on to Jack and took a good sniff. Onto Sam and another good sniff. Then Daniel. His drunken eyes turned to look at all and none of them at the same time. “You two smell most.” He pointed to Sam and Daniel. “She, well, now, her,” Bacchus held out a thick hand to Sam’s face. “How is Ares?” He asked and smiled. Bacchus gave out a drunken little bow. “A lady shouldn’t discuss such things,” he scolded himself, “and a gentleman shouldn’t ask.” He stood up again and looked at Daniel. “Now, you.” He accused and took a very deep breath. “Ares but not Ares,” he wondered aloud and scratched his head. Bacchus took the last drink from his chalice and turned around quickly, almost falling over as he did so. “Empty, more wine!” He bellowed. “Bring some for our new friends here!” He turned back to SG-1, “I’m sure you’re aware we Olympians are nothing if not gracious hosts. You must be thirsty and hungry after your long journey.” Bacchus explained. “You,” he pointed at Daniel again and leaned in close. Daniel tried not to turn away but his breath reeked of alcohol. “Tell me, what is it I smell on you? This scent that is Ares and yet not.” “I’m Daniel Jackson and Ares’ daughter is my wife.” Daniel told the drunken God as he tried not to take in another breath until he stepped away from him. “Daughter? Ares has a daughter?” Bacchus remarked in surprise, stumbled backward, and then burst out into inane laughter. “And she lays in YOUR bed…a mortals’ bed?” His hands empty now he clapped them together with great zeal while his deep blue eyes glimmered with inebriated delight. Two of his trusted attendants came forward and refilled their Master’s chalice—holding somewhere near a liter of wine—and presented the four members of SG-1 with glasses filled with the dark sweet beverage. “Ares must be livid.” Bacchus wondered in a dark tone and tapped a long fingernail on the gold in his hand. Without warning, the God of Wine’s mood lightened and then brightened. “Eh, no matter. You’ve come a long way. Sit, eat, and drink! Join our festival and tell me of home.” Bacchus turned his considerable back and plopped himself down on his granite throne. “Bring chairs for our honored guests!” He demanded of the attendants beside him. “I want our guests to be comfortable.” Well if that was the case, he might have bothered to put some clothes on his naked body but this was a celebration and Bacchus was, as usual, quite drunk. Modesty had never been his strong suit to begin with. Wooden chairs and a small table were brought forth. SG-1 sat down at Bacchus’ invitation. “Ares’ daughter what is her name? How many children did she bare him before coming to your bed? Who is her Mother?” “What’s it to ya?” Jack asked as he sniffed the wine in the glass. “It’s been at least millennia since I was home, you must have come for something. If not this then what?” Bacchus asked and then turned his attention back to the one who was giving him the respect he was due. “Daniel is it? Indulge me tell me of your wife.” Bacchus invited as he drank from his oversized chalice. All around them people were drinking, writhing, and fucking in every imaginable combination. “Drink!” He demanded loudly. Everyone raised their glasses and took a sip of the dark wine. It was very delicious with a light fruity sweet taste. No one had to be encouraged to finish it or to ask for another glass. It was wonderful stuff. Daniel liked it better than the Nectar Calla shared with him from time to time. Everything he’d ever learned in school and the Real World told Daniel that Bacchus and Ares did not have an adversarial relationship…if they had any at all. “My wife’s name is…” he paused for a second, “Lady Callestah,” Daniel said slowly. “She is the daughter of Lord Ares and Lady Aphrodite. Callestah has been my wife for almost 18 years.” “Is she beautiful?” “Very.” “The sons she bore her Father? How much havoc have they reeked on Earth?” “None, Calla….” Bacchus frowned deeply. “A Mortal’s familiarity can border on contempt.” “Lord Bacchus,” Daniel back peddled a bit. "I apologize." While he and everyone else were accustomed to calling her by her, ah, Mortal Name, the Gods never did so, including Ares. “Callestah hasn’t borne Ares any sons.” “Daughters?” He asked as he sidled closer to Daniel. Gods forbid she’d given him daughters! “Callestah and I have two children,” Daniel told him, “she has not given Ares any Olympians.” That was the information Bacchus was looking for it was in his eyes. “And the Mother of your wife?” Daniel repeated himself for the drunken God. “Lady Aphrodite.” The God of Wine let out a long alcohol sigh and shook his blonde head. “Livid. Absolutely livid and out of his little primal mind,” Bacchus whispered drunkenly, “I’m amazed he’s let you live this long. Or her for that matter.” The chalice empty he called for another round. “Why’s that?” Sam asked as she joined the conversation. All of them knew of Ares deep desire to rebuild his race using his daughter as the Mother of the New Olympians, now she hoped to gain a better understanding of that desire. “Your name, my dear?” Bacchus asked her. “Samantha.” “You have Aphrodite’s eyes. I’m sure Ares has told you this.” Bacchus complimented and quickly looked at Daniel again. “Has she at least slept with him?” He asked in a hushed whisper. “No.” Lord Bacchus tossed his head back and laughed while he slammed his thick hand down onto the armrest of his throne and rose. “She’s quite something then?” The attendants on the top step of this outdoor cathedral banged the gold gong three times. “Oh,” Bacchus sighed sadly, he frowned again and drew in a deep breath. “Rooms for our guests!” He shouted to no one in particular. “Go on, hurry now!” “Yes, Lord Bacchus.” Was heard from somewhere but none of them turned to see who or how many said it. “We’ll just make camp outside the city,” Jack told him as he stood up. He’d had three glasses of the dark wine and was just as buzzed as if he’d been drinking for hours. “Thanks anyway.” He smiled and waved. Lord Bacchus let out a low grumble. Mortals, always so insolent and ungrateful. “And you are?” “General Jack O’Neill.” “General?” He looked Jack up and down. “Very well,” what had the Mortal World come to over all these years? “Medea is prowling out there, trust me, you don’t want to come up against her now.” Looking and pointing toward the moon that was still a sliver or two away from full. “The Blood Moon rises and they will rule until it wanes. It’s safe here behind my walls.” Not bothering to gather up his robe, which lay over his throne, Bacchus stumbled up the wide stone steps. “Follow me,” he grunted as he climbed and waved a hand in the air. “You will tell me more of Ares, Aphrodite and this Callestah.” Around them, the people so deeply engaged in their debaucheries began to rise and wipe their eyes. From the looks of it, the celebration was over for the night. However, they didn’t leave the walled city they did make their way hither and yon and collapsed in tired piles next to each other. Off to Dream Land they went. SG-1 followed Bacchus up the stairs, down another three flights and into his chamber below the sod. “Who’s Medea?” Jack whispered in a half-stupor. “A wicked sorceress, you really don’t want to make her acquaintance.” Daniel warned as they followed Bacchus through the darkened tunnels of his underground palace. That’s what everyone’s doing here in the walled city; hiding. No phone, no light, no motor car, not a single luxury…why not drink and fuck while we’re all gathered here? Sounds like a plan. Why is Medea here? Who else is hanging out? Deep inside the planet the darkened tunnels gave way to brightly lit rooms filled with people Lord Bacchus hand selected, along with wine also hand selected by the man and huge pillows tossed everywhere. Through what appeared to be a main living area they passed a dining hall, throne room, and doors leading off into other directions unknown to them. “Here, you can stay here.” Lord Bacchus motioned to two doors. “You may join them out there later if you wish. They don’t like to stop when the gong rings that’s why I have them here.” He winked at them. “Refresh yourselves and come find me when you’re ready.” He walked off, still naked as a jaybird, down the tunnel through which they had come. “Strange guy,” Jack remarked as he opened the first door. “He’s always drunk.” Daniel told them. “Always. Tonight he’s in a good mood so let’s do what we can to keep it that way.” The knob to the other door turned in his hand. Both room had two beds and a bright fire burning. Both rooms had a pitcher of water, glasses and bowl of fresh fruit. “I guess the boys are bunkin’ together.” Sam said. “In your dreams, Carter.” Jack tossed his head toward the door. “You two take that one.” Jack pointed toward Daniel’s room and closed the door behind them. “What?” Idiotic things like Chain of Command be damned. After sitting out there among the sexually deviant for the last two hours, he had a hard-on the likes of which he hadn’t seen in a long time and he intended to put it to good use. “You gonna tell?” “Ah, no.” Daniel stammered. “Cool.” Jack shut the door. Soon Sam was giggling inside. End of Chapter Sixteen of
A Daniel Jackson
Stargate SG-1
Adult FanFiction Series
By
Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
Spin round and round
Spin round and round
Spin round and round
I want you to dance naked
If you like I’ll join you
Dance Naked
John Cougar
The journey to the walled city was long and very scenic. They saw many rolling hills and lush green valleys. Animal life flourished and Daniel caught much of it on his digital recorder along with the villages and towns they’d come through. Fruits and vegetables were abundant, wild grapes and berries of every kind imaginable along with olives, figs and assorted vegetables sprung up out of the ground at every turn either wild or growing in neatly tended fields.
Tarnished Heroes
An Adult Stargate FanFiction Novel
By
Moon Mistress
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