Theseus Undressed

Carter got every scrap of entertainment from the Theseus that she could. She pored over every scrap of detail on the read-out, she toyed with the loose straps she'd once secured herself under like she was some kind of cat, she repeated the excercises suggested significantly before she was supposed to...

Though there was nothing to distract her from her nudity, and basically nothing beyond her own body to help her pass the time.

Imagination only went so far. Her situation made it even worse. She could try entertaining herself by remembering some past adventure, it wasn't like she didn't have a vast supply, but after a few minutes her mind inevitably started imagining that she'd been naked at the time, and it became much harder to just power through the boredom.

One of the things she'd always been able to do to pass time was to think about Jolinar. The Tok'ra had been in her body just briefly, but it had left the imprint of its memories. Sometimes, if she settled her mind enough, she could recall them. Trying to puzzle out those recollections had led to some discoveries, but more often than not it was just satisfying.

Except now her mind wouldn't settle. She imagined Jolinar, and she instead imagined when Jolinar had hidden inside her at the SGC, and imagined having **** but to march naked throughthe facility's underground hallways, puppeterred by the Tok'ra. She imagined all the things he'd be unable to keep herself from doing.

Carter groaned again. She got up, pacing, distracting herself and poring over the displays again. Nothing was going wrong.

Yeah, she pretty much wanted a catastrophic error at that point. Hour four, and nothing in the room to distract her except herself.

Except herself. Carter glanced down at her body, mind drifting. There wasn't really much she could do to pass the time. Normally she'd never consider anything unprofessional when she was on duty, but realistically speaking it didn't matter right now. She was in the middle of space, hours from ever seeing anyone, and there couldn't be any witnesses.

It was more just out of a need to do something that Carter ran one of her hands up her toned thigh. She traced the outside of her entrance with two fingers, then bit her lip, looking around the Theseus.

Empty and plain as it was, it still looked like a ship. It still seemed somewhere professional. For that matter, it was, she'd been involved in the ship's construction so she'd had plenty of lively discussions in these very walls. But now she was alone here and bored out of her mind.

And naked. There was no forgetting naked. Still, it felt all the more wrong to touch herself in such a familiar setting.

Not that it stopped her. The sense of pleasure was matched only by the sense of relief at any kind of mental stimulation; now, rather than panicking as her imaginings took a turn towards the naked, she embraced it.

She imagined those flickers she had of her memory of being reduced to a primitive state, not long after starting at the SGC, when she'd thrown herself at O'Neill, and imagined going further. She felt comfortable enough doing that, the privacy of fantasy meaning she didn't have to think too hard about the ramifications of those thoughts, nor how bad an idea it was to think of her CO in that way. It was just something to pass the time.

She trembled, collapsing back, turning her head sideways to briefly glimpse the read-outs and be sure she was safe, before surrendering to the wave building inside her. Carter moaned, arching up into her hands. Two fingers curled and one thumb moved in **** circles.

Her imaginings went from one thought to the next, barely worried about coherency. One moment she was with O'Neill, the next she was getting a very thorough check-up from Dr Fraiser - another thought she didn't think too hard about - and the next she was rekindling some intimate memories of Jolinar's with Martouf. She even ended up putting a very improper spin on her mentorship with Cadet Hailey, putting Jennifer's smart mouth to proper use.

Six orgasms later and she slumped back, chest heaving, sweating, fingers sticky and breath coming in gasps. She glanced faintly at the read-outs, and lay still for a minute or so, legs shaking.

Samantha Carter groaned again. It was hard for her mind not to wander when she was stuck naked up here, and there really was nothing else to do. That certainly wasn't something she'd imagined ever doing out of boredom though.

Still, it was starting to sink in how bad an idea it might have been. She managed to sit up, still panting, and wiped her hand dry down the side of her thigh. Wet smeared the insides of her legs, and she didn't exactly have a shower or anything to clean up with. There was a water supply, but it was meant for drinking and washing her hands after using the bathroom, she really didn't want to waste any on tidying up this. If she ran out before she got to her destination...

Hopefully it wouldn't be noticeable. It was still over a day before she got to the target at least. Even if she ended up doing that again - which seemed to be the most entertainment she could get, even if she was a litle worried about the road her thoughts were going down now the initial thrill had died down - she'd hope it wouldn't be obvious.

Worst case she'd just refuse to leave the pod until someone tossed her her uniform. Carter wiped her brow, and looked at the read-outs.

A second later and the screens went red. An alarm played once, noisy enough to wake her had she been sleeping and to immediately put her on edge. Panicked, Carter crawled unsteadily over to the screens, wishing she'd had more time.

Hopefully it was nothing too urgent. Still, she looked trying to see what had gone wrong.