TITLE: "HELPING HANDS"

AUTHOR: Alison M. DOBELL

FANDOM: "Farscape"

PAIRING: John/Other

RATING: NC-17

STATUS: New.

ARCHIVE: Yes. Just let me know where.

FEEDBACK: Welcomed

SERIES/SEQUEL: SEQUEL to "MOVING THE GOAL POSTS"

The usual disclaimers apply. No infringement of copyright is intended.

"HELPING HANDS"
A "Farscape" story
Written by Alison M. DOBELL

He could not believe this was happening to him. Just how stupid was he? Rygel had warned him but would he listen? No. He tried to wriggle out of the mass of bodies but it was impossible. There were six of them and only one of him. Two if you counted Guy. He could feel hands all over him. Touching, prodding, feeling him through his clothing. Persistent fingers robbing him of breath as they worked their way into places he would rather have kept private. Nothing seemed to keep out the invading curious hands. It was not that he had never been groped before but this took it to new levels. At least they were not tearing his clothes off him this time. He could hear Guy howling, his anger evident. He was looking in Sarah's eyes, she seemed to be trying to calm him down. Tell him not to worry. Too late for that. Guy was rumbling with rage. Crichton turned his head, reached out to try to touch him, calm him down. "Guy, it's okay. Calm down, buddy. I'm alright."

The gorilla reached out to him, their hands touched. Guy began to calm but his eyes were still worried, searching his friend's face for reassurance. A couple of the females left Crichton and began to drape themselves around Guy, hands stroking his thick pelt, murmuring and caressing him, rubbing themselves up against him to get him roused. Crichton had no time to muse over his friend's predicament or offer any advice. One of the females had draped herself over his back, hands sliding round his waist and pushing up under his vest. He tried to push the hands away but Sarah caught his hands in hers and leant in close, rubbing her hairy face across his smooth one, her scent rubbing off on him while more hands rubbed up and down his legs. He tried to push them away, create some distance but they clung to him and sheer numbers overwhelmed him so he could move neither forward nor back. Every one of them towered over him by at least a foot. It was like being handled by a randy octopus. He watched Sarah's muscles ripple, an almost human look of amusement in her eyes as she watched him.

"Look, you don't have to do this..."

A hand rubbed his crotch and his voice caught in his throat. Sarah lifted him up off his feet to bring their faces level. He was really freaking out now. Panic doing handstands in his chest. He could feel hands trying to work out how to undo his trousers, the flexing fingers gentler than last time and somehow ten times more frightening. She saw the building terror in his eyes and nudged his face with her cheek, nipping his ear gently with her teeth then rubbing her lips over his ear so she could whisper. "Relax John, we are not going to hurt you."

The shock of hearing her speak momentarily blocked out what they were doing to him. They had his trousers undone now. Several pairs of hands sliding them off so they could tease and play with him as Sarah carefully lowered him so he could have his feet back on the ground. He closed his eyes and groaned. Opened them when he felt Sarah's lips on his. She kissed him carefully, not an open kiss, not shoving her tongue down his throat. He was grateful for small mercies. When he opened his mouth to speak she butted him lightly, almost playfully and he shut his mouth. Confused. Saw her look of approval. The hands that touched him were gentle, sending odd little shivers up and down his spine. Fingers running up and down his legs, thumbs brushing back and forth across his crotch. He shuddered. God this was insane. She rubbed her cheek against his and licked his earlobe, teeth biting gently then her tongue flicking out to lick the shell of his ear. He trembled. Shuddered when her tongue slid hot and wet into his ear canal. He groaned. The hands on him continued to explore, the fingers caressing. He was vaguely aware of his calvins being peeled off him. Hands teasing him mercilessly to coax an erection. Her words replaced her wet tongue. He shuddered as she spoke. "We need your help to escape, John Crichton."

He tried to speak. This time her hand closed around him, his gut tightened, lips compressed. If she squeezed her hand it would be all over. He would never father children again. Now she had his full attention she breathed in his ear once more. "If you want to talk to me whisper in my ear.
Do not let the microphones pick up the fact that we can talk. That this is anything but what they want to see and hear."

When he did not respond she squeezed and stroked him. He almost choked. Anger flared briefly in those blue eyes. She almost smiled, her look gentle and understanding. She stilled her hand and just held him. His look of relief amused her. He nodded. Sarah turned her head so he could reach her ear, he whispered urgently. "How the hezmana can you talk? And what the frell is going on?"

She rubbed herself against him and laid him on the floor. The three other females being too attentive to him for his own liking but he could not shake them off and their hands were everywhere. Where the hell were his pants? Sarah draped herself over him, her weight effectively pinning him down. The only good news was the others could not reach his crotch. That
part of his anatomy was effectively off limits now but any smug relief he felt was short lived. Seeing his attention drift, Sarah rolled her hips against his erection. He hissed back at the contact, an involuntary groan leaking out of his throat. Eyes now looking directly up into hers. She settled in tight against him, little movements of her hips keeping him quiet. He looked at her and understood. Clever sod. She leaned over and caught his earlobe in her teeth. Hissed a warning. "If you want to move, move, but it might excite the others. They'll think you want to mate for real. Lie still and ignore their hands. It's all for the camera." She paused and began to suck his ear lobe, her tongue swirling hot moisture into his ear canal while he shivered at the sensations. "Remember, nobody died from titilation."

<Until me> He thought. He moved his head and rubbed his face against her cheek until he could reach her ear so he could whisper back. "Great. I suppose you expect me to split the royalties with you?"

She didn't understand his quip so just ignored it.

"How come you can talk?"

"We were captured a long time ago from our homeworld. Earth. They forced us to mate with other creatures..."

His eyes widened in horror. "Oh my gawd..."

She quickly fastened her mouth over his, kissed him properly this time. Her tongue invading his startled mouth making him squirm as he fought to break free. The contact drove sudden heat through his loins and he froze as his throbbing member brushed her moist heat, realising what he was doing. It was as if his body was on automatic pilot, not caring who the frell was at the controls as long as he got laid. But he cared. Deeply. Passionately. He could not let this happen no matter how much they worked to excite him. She deepened the kiss and only pulled away when he lay absolutely still beneath her. He was sweating profusely now, his face and neck soaked. His hair wringing wet. Fighting to stay in control of his hormones. She liked the way his scent perfumed her hair. Liked the way it made his skin glisten. She inhaled his scent deep into her lungs and began to lick the sweat off his neck. He worried that she was getting far too aroused to stop. "Um Sarah?"

She licked his ear, her body slowly writhing down on him. He was so hot, her movements not helping his control any. One of the other females sat by his head, stroking his hair and watching him. It was creeping him out. The other two played with his hands and toes, like children almost. He wanted to snatch his hands away from them but decided he would rather have them play with his hands and feet than other parts of his anatomy. Sarah though, Sarah seemed to be forgetting her script. Getting too interested in him for his own good. He wondered how Guy was getting on. He had gone awfully quiet. She got his attention back by nipping his chest with her teeth. He jerked and cried out, she grinned at him. He shuddered at the look in her eyes. The dark palor of smouldering lust. She did everything but smoke. Her heat almost burning his crotch. Moisture beginning to drip on him where it was pooling between her legs, her hips gyrating to rub it into him to coax a response. She wanted him inside her. Wanted to impale herself on him. He wanted her off him. His pants back on and a free ticket off this perverted zoo. His breathing was becoming laboured. Not enough oxygen to inflate his lungs. She kept stealing his breath from him and if anything the heat was turning up.

` The one stroking his hair laid down and began to lick his ear, a hand still stroking his hair, the other hand stroking his damp cheek. Another one stopped playing with his feet and began to suck his toes, the attention making him jerk and spasm. The third one kissed the palm of his hand then licked and sucked each finger in slowl languid movements. The medly of sensations was driving him crazy. He could not move away from them, could not make them stop, could not stop his hormones responding to the stimulation. Sarah was licking his face now. Stealing kisses between her ministrations, her hips grinding slowly trapping his erection against her coiled heat. He nudged her cheek. As she turned her head he whispered urgently not caring that he sounded breathless.

"No more, Sarah. You're killing me here. Tell me the plan and I'll help you. Just don't mess with my hormones, 'kay?"

His words amused her. He could see the humour in her eyes, her look speculative.

"Don't even think it." He growled quietly. Something told him he was already too late.

She flashed a feral grin. Uh oh, had he warned her off or turned her on? Was it possible for any more of her juices to wash over his cock without him actually being inside her? For the first time he wondered how long it had been since she had enjoyed a mate. He knew how horny he felt and she was not even his species. Not that Aeryn was either but at least they looked a close genetic match. No way did he want to sire a family of Sasquatch thank you very much. He frowned as he thought of something. "Sarah?"

"Mmm?"

"How come you can talk?"

She sucked his bottom lip. A hand sliding down to caress him, the thumb rubbing the head of his cock and encouraging the slit to leak. He sucked in a hard breath, his throat constricting. Her touch familiar and erotic and too human for comfort. Her next words pierced him to the core.

"I was human once, John. We *all* were."

His mouth dropped open in shock. He choked back a sob. Before he could recover his senses she raised her hips and drove herself down on his shaft with so much power that as her heat swamped him he cried out, tears forming in his eyes. It was so intense. Everything was too much. She rocked him deep inside her molten core. The others speeding up their ministrations, his whole body on heat as they continued to titilate him while Sarah rode him so hard he was sure he would have saddle sores. Tears ran down his face as he came. Sorrow tainting his tears, breaking his heart to think humanity could descend to this. That they could use him this way. Yet his body was the greatest betrayer. A reaction that cared nothing for his sensiblities. His body craved attention and they gave it to him. Wore him down then took what they wanted. Sarah had said they wanted to escape but right now he felt like he was the only one who was trapped. Lies. All lies and he had bought into every one of them.

* * * * *

"So what's the plan?"

Crais frowned at Chiana. Everyone was looking at him, waiting for his answer. Even Pilot became still as he listened. Crais cleared his throat. "I will go back to the Gammak Base. Alone."

"And?" Said Aeryn.

"You do not need to know more than that."

D'Argo turned his rage on the former Peace Keeper Captain. "You are going nowhere until you tell us exactly what you are planning to do!"

Crais raised his eyebrows, his expression mild. "And what would you do, Ka D'Argo? Storm in there with your pitiful friends and attempt to break them out by force?"

"If that was the only way, yes."

Aeryn frowned. "What are you up to, Crais?"

Crais spread his arms in a gesture of innocence. "Just trying to help you retrieve your friends."

"We will come with you."

He shook his head. "No, Aeryn. If my attempt backfires you will all be caught."

"We *insist*." Growled D'Argo menancingly.

Zhaan watched Crais closely. He seemed too calm. Too controlled.

"Very well, if that is your wish." He made the words sound reluctant.

The Delvian shook her head. "I think your first idea was best, Crais. We will let you go to the Gammak Base on our behalf and wait for your signal."

D'Argo started to protest. Zhaan shot him a look so cold that he stopped in his tracks. Puzzled by her attitude. She turned back to Crais and smiled as she inclined her head graciously. Turning on the charm. "Once again you teach us humility, Crais. May the Goddess bless your efforts with success."

He frowned slightly but could not go back on his word. He saw now that the Delvian had neatly trapped him in his own web. To back down and try to change the plan would be too suspicious. He nodded, his voice crisp and authoritative. "Then you will forgive me if I take my leave of you now. I must get Talyn ready."

They watched him leave, a DRD rolling along a few paces behind him to monitor him. D'Argo turned on Zhaan. Furious at her interference. "What in hezmana do you think you are doing, Zhaan? Now there will be no one aboard Talyn to see what Crais is up to."

She nodded calmly. "Exactly."

"Zhaan?"

"Yes, Aeryn?"

"Why didn't you want us to go with Crais?"

"If it is a trap, Aeryn, we will all be in the hands of the Peace Keepers. There will be nobody outside the Gammak Base to save us."

"And if it is not a trap?" Asked Aeryn softly.

The others exchanged surreptitious looks of doubt. "Then Crais will be returning with John, Rygel and Guy." Said Zhaan simply.

Somehow Aeryn could not quite see that happening. She was not the only one.

* * * * *

Commandant Darikos could hardly believe his eyes. His plan had succeeded beyond his wildest expectations. Not only had specimens 457 mated with the human but the solitary acquisition 749 had also been encouraged to copulate with 457. His eyes were round saucers of delight. His chuckle rich and full of a profoundly warped humour. If they only knew the irony of it all. He watched the blitzed human as the females curled around him to sleep, the dominant one laying her head possessively on his chest and looking at him with something approaching adoration. It vaguely disturbed the Commandant to see signs of affection. That must not be allowed to occur. It would form bonds between them that might inhibit future pairings. For now though he was satisfied to let them stay together. A few solar days and perhaps he could encourage the human to impregnant all the females. He raised the temperature a little to reward the human with a semblance of comfort. 749 with his thick black hair needed no such assistance but he could see the human was shivering. Wearing only his vest. He chuckled again and flicked through the
other monitors watching to see how his other specimens were faring. Oh yes, this had been a very profitable and pleasurable few days' work.

His com activated and Hovar Kan's face appeared.

"Yes, Kan?"

"Captain Crais is requesting permission to enter the base."

He nodded. A cool smile widening on pertinacious lips. "Permit him entry then join me at the landing bay. I wish to meet the good Captain *personally*."

Hovar Kan nodded then the viewscreen went blank.

* * * * *

Rygel was distressed. His eyes wide and pearlescent in the glimmer of one of the few night lights left on. He had seen what had happened and although he did not hear most of what Crichton had said he knew that the human had been powerless. Seeing Guy similarly used made him even more
grateful that he was safely locked in the adjoining cage. Hatred boiled deep and dark within him. He burned with a fomenting desire for revenge. They had to get out of here. Sooner rather than later. Before these sick klemping relkits killed them. Rygel sat in the near dark for over an arn,
methodically working through everything that had happened to them since landing in this squag hole. He thought about the bars between their cage and the one his friends were now trapped in. The way the power would go off and the bars slide into the wall allowing the other creatures to get access to them. Were all the cages of a like construction? He had to assume that they were. He also had to assume that the control was in the Commandant's office. Certainly he would have to be totally bartantic to have it elsewhere. Or would he?

The Hynerian wondered and the more he wondered the more he suspected that their inventive captors did not simply want a straight mating between disparate species. They were also encouraging a variety of confrontations to judge their reactions. Test their intelligence. Their ingenuity. He closed his eyes and replayed again both instances when the bars had slid open. His
eyes snapped open, a spark of suspicion aroused. Rygel began to systematically search the back of their cage. The one solid side to their imprisonment that all the cages had in common. What looked like solid rock appeared to be a preformed duracrete. Interesting material. His stubby fingers examined every microt that he could reach. He cursed the zennat Crais for betraying them and parting him from his thronesled. The vigilar would pay for his duplicity but in the meantime he still had to find the mechanism - if there was one. Time was running out. The sleep cycle would be over in a few more arns. Though he was tired he did not dare sleep. Who knew when they would be coming for him?

* * * * *

Crais hid his nerves and strode with the confident arrogant stride of a Peace Keeper. Commandant Darikos actually beamed at him as he stepped out on to the landing bay platform. No such welcome shone in Hovar Kan's eyes. He viewed Crais as a traitor. Did not so easily accept the story he had spun to the Commandant though it was always hard to tell exactly what Darikos believed. The man was subtle to a fault and devious beyond measure. Hovar Kan celebrated the brilliance of his evil genius and hated any sign of weakness, perceived or real. A trained assassin, Kan was not simply the Commandant's trusted major domo. Not merely another Peace Keeper serving a sterile duty without fear or favour. He was also here to ensure the Commandant carried out the strictures of his duty with unswerving loyalty to High Command. Deviation from the Peace Keeper Code meant Death. In a long and glorious career Darikos had not missed his step once. Until now. Kan had noted his attitude changing towards the human, John Crichton. Had actually found him laughing and showing humour at the hapless creature's fate. A sharp reminder of his position had wiped the smile off the man's face but it had made Kan even more watchful. His fingers twitched now as he watched Crais. He could almost read the duplicity rolling off him in waves. It would be pleasure of the purest kind to be given the order to snap this
one's neck.

* * * * *

Crichton stirred in his sleep. Something urging him to open his eyes. It was dark apart from a dim wash of light from the next cage. He was lying on his back, pinned flat by the weight of Sarah's body. Her leg draped across his hips, an arm across his chest. Her head on his shoulder, air puffing across his chest as she breathed. He lay still. Taking in as much as he could in the heavy silence. Another body was draped over his right side, the head tucked into his neck, moisture gathering in expelled droplets on the side of his neck. A tangle of limbs imprisoned him. He counted four separate bodies wrapped around him. No wonder he could not move. He turned his head slightly, trying to see Guy. The gorilla was breathing heavily in the corner furthest from the door. Limbs wrapped round him as well. Two of the females had claimed him and he could only surmise that he had been coaxed into performing as well. He was angry but also puzzled. Sure that raping him had not been Sarah's initial intent, yet it was as if a switch had been thrown. How was that possible? Or was he simply being niave, not wanting to admit that she had been deliberately lying to him in order to mate with him?

The greatest shock had been hearing her speak, learning that she had once been human. He glanced at the hairy arms that held him. Looked at the face in repose and mentally stripped the hair off her face, off her limbs and tried to imagine her in human guise. The exercise made him sad. She had said she had once been human yet she looked no older than 30 years of age. When had she been human? And if it had been in her youth how had she acquired such a dense pelt of hair? True it was only a light dusting on her face like all the females and the hair was not as dense as Guy's but they were also taller than human women. Taller in fact than most men. He stopped mid-thought. His heart turned over. He had referred to them initially as Sasquatch. Bigfoot. The Abominable Snowman. All of these ape-like creatures were taller than humans. Were these women the product of enforced matings between humans and Sasquatch? If so what was the purpose behind it? And why were they being encouraged to mate with other species like this?
With him? With Guy?

What were the Peace Keepers after? Or did they simply relish the corruption of other species? He immediately discounted that notion. The one thing he had learnt early on about the Peace Keepers was that there was a reason behind everything they did. Everything they thought. They had all the warmth and complexity of the religious zealot. Such forcibly ingrained thinking was usually found to be rooted in fear. For some groups it was fear of corruption from outsiders, the influx of new ideas being a direct threat to the control of the group and their austere way of life. Therefore anyone not conforming to their strictures was the enemy. Contact was forbidden and
punishments were harsh. Sometimes the punishment was even death. The Peace Keepers believed fanatically in racial purity. The Nazi's of the Uncharted Territories. The fair haired, white skinned, Aryans of space. The thought chilled him. Aeryn had once been a Peace Keeper. Had referred to him as a *deficient little human*. Looked upon him as irreversibly contaminated. Her exposure to him, though brief, had been enough for Captain Bialar Crais to curse Aeryn with the same death sentence he reserved for the human. Now here he was in one of their top secret breeding camps. He had no other word for it. A kind of genetic armageddon awaited. Somehow he did not think the plan was to establish an inter-galactic Noah's Ark.

* * * * *
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