Slave for you

I wrote this as a starter, as I do most, and lost it in the multiple half-working computer drives I own. its just a setting up one, but I wanted to know how people feel about it. Please review with any questions, advice or complaints.


FARSCAPE SEASON ONE

Deep in the bowels of Moya, below all inhabited areas, something slept. In a tomb-like prison, lay a long cylindrical case. The case was like cut crystal, faceted so that the thing inside was a mere flesh colored blur. A large black box sat at the end, monitoring life signs. At first, in the beginning it was fine. The support systems were enough to last. As the months went by the fuel began to grow low, until the black box had no choice but the release its stranglehold on the entity inside. As the being began to regain functions, the black bow began its last defense. A loud beep, a cry of mechanical urgency that echoed through the entire ship.

"What the frell is that noise?" Rigel shouted, as an incessant beeping nearly drowned him out. Chiana screwed up her eyes and covered her ears. D'Argo emerged from his cell, blade drawn. The three tracked to sound to a nearby duct, where Creis, Aeryn and John were already at. In fact, a DRD was just removing the protective grate. Zhaan appeared, raising a hand.

"I expect the DRD's should go first, in case of... complications.”She said, struggling to cover the noise and be heard. John nodded, pulling back. Two yellow DRD’s zipped into the compartment. After about ten minutes the sound stopped. Pilot appeared on a nearby holder.

"The DRD's project something... strange. Its safe to go down no, but perhaps only two should go as it is a small chamber." He announced. John volunteered as did Aeryn. D'Argo could not fit his blade through so he stayed behind with the rest.

John felt as if he were burrowing into the ground, as the tunnel swiftly narrowed. It continued for about ten feet before veering to the right. A tightly squeezed entrance opened to a chamber around seven by ten feet. In the center, dominating the room, sat a large... well, it looked like a diamond coffin.

"Please tell me there aren't any dwarfs." Creighton mumbled as he approached it cautiously. As he neared he noticed the surface of the glass-like material was fogged. He wiped it away to reveal-

-Two intelligent gray eyes, panicking beneath the glass.

~_*_~

"Alright, on three. One. Two. Three!" D'Argo, John and Aeryn pushed the crystal top off the coffin and stepped back. They had brought the entire crystal case up to the medical room in case the girl inside needed help.

A small form, barely five foot two lay inside, frighteningly still. She was halfway submerged in a pink, viscous fluid, and secured with many large monitoring cords. Her hair, a mass of curly wet red brown waves floated about her head. Her features were human, with black eyelashes and dark brown eyebrows that swooped daringly over the closed eyes. Her lips were probably the loveliest thing about her, although she was very pretty. They were a coral red, not garish blood color, but faded. The top was full, curved in a perfect cupids bow. The bottom was perhaps even fuller, pouting even as still as she was. Her skin was pale, very pale and she was naked save for a few thermal bandages. Creighton couldn't help but admire the ample curve of her breast, the dip of her waist the full, luscious curve of her hips and her smooth legs.

"Her hand!" Rigel said in an urgent half whisper. Along her right hand, and left, now that they looked, were queer tattoos, curvy almost like vines. They traveled from the inner wrist, along the outer thumb and to the middle knuckle. Underneath they came around for one last curve on the pinkie's side. Then her fingers twitched. Again, and again, before the small delicate hand lifted and clasped the edge of her former coffin. Those smudgy black lashes fluttered, before revealing Smokey, sexy grey eyes. Her lips parted and she drew in a gasped breath. She looked from D'Argo, to Zhaan, to Rigel and then to John. Those pouty lips opened once more.

"Well... fuck a duck!" She said in surprise.

~_*_~

"Where is she?" John asked Zhaan. The regal blue priestess dipped her head in the direction of Rigel's quarters.

"His eminence graciously allowed her to share his chambers with her, so she may rest." Zhaan replied peacefully.

"Why would she need to sleep? She's been sleeping for who knows how long?" John grumbled.

"Nine years." Aeryn said, coming up on them.

"Nine years?!" John repeated. Creis came up from behind Aeryn.

"Yes, nine. The system was attached nine years ago. It seemed it got regular fluxes of nutrients until recently when it ran out. It knew the only alternative was to summon help or risk killing the subject." Creis explained. John nodded, but still looked confused.

"Who put her in there?" He finally asked. Silence greeted him for a moment, before Aeryn spoke up.

"I frankly don't know. It’s not Peacekeeper technology. It has been protocol to transport items of importance with prison transports, so no one knows of their existence, but that is usually in the data. Even Creis didn't know about this." Aeryn motioned to the former Captain beside her and he nodded.

"So, main concerns. Is she good or bad? Sebacean or something else? Why is she here, where was she headed?" John began to list, before stopping. "All of it is moot point unless she's got an 'if found please return to' sticker on her."

"Another thing, John..." Zhaan began. John turned back to her expectantly. "Her DNA.... well, it carries a remarkable similarity to yours, including internal bacteria."

"She's... human?" He asked, shocked. Zhaan dipped her head.

"It appears so." She answered.

~_*_~

"Thank you very much, Domini Rigel." The girl said to the small toad-like alien. Rigel blushed purple.

"Rigel my dear, simply Rigel." He answered quickly. In turn he was rewarded with a small curve of those gorgeous lips.

"Rigel. Thank you for letting me sleep in your room. May I ask... where to the human looking guy go?" She looked to the door.

"Ah, John Crieghton. Human of Earp I believe. He is most likely in the control room. If you would allow me to escort you there?" He waved a small hand in the direction of the door. The girl smiled again.

"I wouldn't be more pleased if the stars themselves showed me the way." Was her diplomatic answer. Rigel flushed purple again, leading the way to the control room.

The girl followed behind, taking in Moya at her best. As the door to one side room slid open, she was suddenly face to chest with a six foot eight alien. He had caramel colored hair with strange flesh colored tentacles hanging through it and a tenticled tattooed beard. She froze, noticing the danger in his eyes. He drew himself up, towering over the small girl.

"Ah, my dear this beast is D'Argo. He's mostly the brute force of my team." Rigel said from behind her. D’Argo sneered.

"Your team?" he asked in the husky, animalistic voice. The girl stayed frozen until Rigel clasped a cool palm against her arm.

"Fear not, my dear, he lacks any sort of brain." He said sweetly to him, before leading her off through the corridor. D'Argo watched her disappear, the small, curvaceous female and smelled a hint of... arousal?

As they neared the control room, the door burst open. Unfortunately this sent Rigel flinging backward, straight into D'Argo, who was following at a steady pace. Watching Rigel's flight, the girl was caught off guard by the hard muscled chest suddenly in her way. A moments grappling ensued as both her and her victim were caught off balance, before she was swept into a dip by accident. Her leg lifted automatically, hugging his hip, while one of his hands was possessively on her spine, another holding her wrist. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, and her grey eyes suddenly, alarmingly staring right into his brown.

"If I'd known we were going to tango I'd have dressed for the occasion." She gasped; humor was a safety net for her. The man said nothing, but his intense gaze said volumes. As he raised her his large hand slid as if by accident down the curve of her spine and rested just above her butt.

"Creis, you can let go of her now." John said easily. The dark-eyed man gave an annoyed glance at John, the human, before stepping back and dipping his head in her direction before marching off.

"Well, never a dull moment when you conscious." the girl muttered. Then she smiled up at John. "So I hear you’re a human? Well, what a coincidence. So am I."

~_*_~

"So you were kidnapped off Earth by things that looked like..." John trailed off.

"Fuzzy octopi." Holly, as that was her name, finished.

"-and they sold you into slavery. Five years later they lock you in a crystal and cryogenically freeze you for...whom?" He asked Holly shrugged.

"Haven't the foggiest." She answered cheerily.

"Why are you so cheerful?" Aeryn asked. "You were a slave, stolen from your planet for five years, and then frozen for another nine. Now you'll probably never get home!"

"At least I'm not a slave anymore." She said optimistically.

"Slavery was prominent a decade ago. It’s probable." Zhaan finally said. She looked more closely at Holly's wrists. "Are these you’re...?”

"Controls. They're mircrobots. Someone has the control and can make me do whatever they want me to." She answered casually, looking them over. Zhaan looked horrified.

"You poor creature!" She said, quickly gathering the small, vulnerable-looking girl in her arms. Holly's eyes widened briefly before she gave a small, uncomfortable smile.

"Its okay, I smashed the remote before they froze me. I doubt they made a new one." She assured the distraught blue alien. Zhaan nodded and pulled back.

"So..." Began Chiana from the corner. "Who’s hungry?"


~_*_~


"So if you could... I don’t know, lets say... mate with any man on this ship with no strings, no recriminations... who would you do?" Chiana asked two weeks later as they sat around. Chiana, Holly, Zhaan, and Aeryn sat in Zhaan's room.

"That’s ridiculous. Who would answer that question?" Aeryn asked, standing suddenly.

"It is rather personal." Zhaan agreed, looking briefly uncomfortable.

"D'Argo." Holly said easily. All three girls stopped to stare at her.

"Why D’Argo?" Zhaan asked, leaning in softly. Holly shrugged.

"I don’t know. He's got that he-man, primal thing going on. It’s a pain everywhere but in the bedroom. He looks like he'd be a demon in the sack." Holly smiled dreamily, before shaking her head. "But that’s a no-strings, no mornings after sort of thing. I think he'd laugh me out of the room if anyone tried anything."

"I like Creighton." Chiana announced. "That whole leader thing gets to me"

"This is a ridiculous turn of conversation." Aeryn said hotly, glaring at Chiana.

"I agree with Holly. D'Argo does have a certain appear." Zhaan said firmly.

"Hey! That’s my fantasy you’re touching on!" Holly said, mock-angrily. Chiana rolled over languidly.

"What about Creis?" She asked. Holly looked thoughtful.

"I didn't think of him. He's kind of... evil isn't he?" She said.

"Yea, but its attractive, in a way." Chiana replied. Holly nodded.

"Yes, it is that." She laid full length on the floor.

"And that way he reacted to you the first time? Wow, I thought there'd be flames." Chiana egged Holly on. Predictably he cheeks flamed hot. Holly seemed to blush more often then anyone, but contrarily she was the most up-front.

"Oh yea, flames of annoyance. He's barely spoken three civil words to me since I was unfrozen!" Holly argued. Her cheerful smile suddenly disappeared and she zoomed across the room so quickly that Zhaan nearly missed it. One moment she was on the floor, the next she was straddling Chiana, kissing the alien girl within an inch of her life. At first Chiana looked alarmed, but soon she drifted lazily into the other girl's expert kissing. They pulled apart, breathing deeply and staring into the other's eyes. Holly shook her head once, and then frowned.

"Wow." Chiana said, touching her hand to her lips. Holly suddenly looked horror-stricken.

"Oh no." She said softly, before she zoomed away, almost as quickly as she crossed the room.

It couldn't be, Holly thought, there was no way it could be! She ran pell-mell through Moya's info structure, dodging DRD's and doors. A burning began in her wrists and with a cry of absolute agony she fell to the floor, clutching them. A click of boot heels sounded through the red haze of her pain, and she blearily looked up to see Creis standing over her frowning. Without a thought she leapt up and through herself at him. The force sent both of them flying into the nearby wall. Holly stood on tip-toes to reach his mouth and began kissing him with a desperate, pitiful urgency. Her hands flittered across his frame, tugging at his clothes, clutching his well-muscled form. She used every ounce of her training, diving her tongue into his mouth, pressing erotically against him. After the first few seconds, the pain melted into a heated languor. Her kisses became, steady, softer, until she pulled away, still clutching his shoulders.

For a moment then stood frozen, staring at each other. Then Creis, every motion controlled, lifted a hand slowly to her neck and pulled her closer with a strong determination. Caught by the single-mindedness in his eyes, Holly didn't resist. When their lips again met it was with Creis in control. He wrung every single passion from her lips, enticing, smoothing, moving over every little wrinkle. In turn Holly began a sensual nipping, licking and pressing. They dueled, not for dominance, but for pleasure. Within seconds Holly's entire body flamed with desire. Creis smoothed his hands down her back, over the dip in her spine, her firm but generous rump, pulling her closer to his perfect uniform. Holly slipped her hands over his shoulders, to twine in his hair, restlessly pulling it from the odd holder.

Holly lost all desire to do anything but enjoy his lips. There was no urgency to fuck, only vague heated warmth that drugged her body and filled her with pleasure. It was as if they had all the time in the world. The kisses stole her sanity and made her hazy, wanting only to feel them again. He wasn't hot, like a human, but cool, like a snake, with an addicting coolness that she couldn't stop touching. She smoothed her hands again through his hair, the silky strands feeling like satin against her sensitized skin.

"Whoa! What in the blue blazes!" Came a voice from far away, but sharp enough that it hurt Holly's ears. She pulled back reluctantly, breathing deeply and wanting more than anything to forget about the stupid guy beside her. Creis was staring at her, with a deep look in his eyes. Her knees actually felt liquid. This Sebacean made her knees go weak? Now how often, outside of a bodice-ripper, did that happen? Holly hid her confusion by leaning her head on his chest, feeling weak. Ten feet away stood Creighton, Aeryn and D'Argo. John had his mouth open, even Aeryn looked surprised, but D'Argo was a clean slate.

"What are you doing?" Aeryn asked easily. Rigel flew in, clothing a thin oval mechanism about as long as a hotdog and an evergreen color with many buttons on it. Holly's eyes widened and she ran to him and ripped it out of his hands. Rigel looked up, baring his teeth. Eyes blazing, Holly stared him down.

"Where did you get this?" She asked urgently. He seemed shocked, and then looked at it with a new, almost horrified light.

"You mean that’s..." John began. Holly gave him such a look, filled with horror and fear that he actually flinched.

"My control."

~_*_~

"So that control can make you do anything?" Stark asked, looking at the mechanical wonder in her hands. Holly bit her lip.

"Well, not everything. You see, I wasn't very honest with you. I was trained as a slave, but not the Cinderella kind you all were thinking. The remote cannot make me clean, or cook, or even kill." Holly said sheepishly. Chiana frowned.

"Than what’s its use?" She asked confused.

"It can make me do almost three-hundred foreplay acts, kiss in twenty-nine different ways, give massages, and have sex in about eight hundred different ways." She pointed to a little golden button and a dial beside it. "I can also be made to have an orgasm and talk dirty."

"You were trained as a sex slave?" John asked mouth opened. She nodded.

"Yep. You see, I can do most of those things without the control, but I refused. So they packed it along for my owner." Holly held the remote almost religiously, while still looked at it like it was evil incarnate.

"Dear, were you... used in any way before you were... acquired?" Zhaan asked delicately. Holly gave a laugh, and it almost sounded real.

"No, since I was untouched I was a commodity. Luckily they lost the schematics to Earth so it took a while to sell me." She gave a very sad smile "I was rare."

"So when I pressed those buttons..." Rigel began.

"I kissed the hell out of Chiana, and then attacked poor Creis. The effect, unless on a program lasts for just a moment, until I regain my senses." Holly looked in Creis's direction and enunciated enough for him to understand. "Once I get a hold of myself I pull back. The rest is..."

"Up to the next button." Creis said.

"Or my partner." Holly added, giving an almost imperceptible nod in his direction. He raised an eyebrow back. The unspoken conversation went a little like this

I was first under the remotes control, and then I acted of my own accord

Really? Interesting.

"Oh, dear, I’m dreadfully sorry! I didn't know! Oh I deserve punishment!" Rigel moaned, actually tossing himself off his sled and onto Holly's feet. Holly looked shocked a moment, then pried him off.

"S'okay, little dude. Alls well. I’m just glad you didn't program it. Then I'd have done a lot more than merely kiss." She said with a smile.

"Wait, you kissed Chiana?" Jothee asked from the background. Holly gave him the mother look so well that even though he was physically older he blushed and looked away. D'Argo came forward.

"I am glad it was merely a misunderstanding." He said, then dipped his head and walked away. Holly raised her eyebrow at him and then shrugged.

"Men." She said, and then turned to Chiana. "Sorry about the whole 'suck off your face' thing."

"It wasn't bad, I mean, I never had a woman kiss me with such skill before." Chiana blushed a blue-grey. Holly gave an uncomfortable nod.

"It was strangely fun wasn't it?" She said, cocking a brow. Chiana gave her an eyebrow wriggle and leaned over the table.

"Perhaps we'll do it again some time." She whispered, before licking the tip of Holly's nose sensually. Every eye was on her as she sauntered out of the room and then Holly let her head flop onto the table with a clunk.

"Why me?" Holly asked the table. As always it didn't have an answer.

~_*_~

Holly methodically began searching the remote. She didn't know what button was what, but once she found Orgasm she was going to wear the little bugger down. All this foreplay for more then ten solar days was killing her. First there was Chiana, the little sexpot tease. Touching and caressing and licking her neck every chance she got! Pressing up against her in the halls, and all that sex talk! She was lucky Holly was an expert at celibacy or she'd be dead by now from sex. Or Holly strangling her, she wasn't sure which yet.

And that bastard Creis! That delicious, dark and so perfectly turned out Creis! Ignoring every subtle advance, making moon eyes at Aeryn Sun. It was enough to make her sick! Here she was, perfectly ready to feel those glorious lips, taste that cool skin, beg if she had to and he was making plans to seduce John's girl. UGH! But the topper was, believe it or not, D’Argo. Something about the tall warrior made Holly salivate every time she got near him. Those smooth muscles, that glorious hair! That tantalizing peek of sun toned flesh! AGH! To make matters worse, the warrior was so obviously noble and true about everything he probably wouldn't even consider a quickie. He’d go for marriage or nothing. Probably stay celibate until the night of the wedding.

What did a girl have to do to get laid around here?!

"Miss Holly?" The monitor to her right blinked alive with Pilot's gentile face.

"Yes Pilot?" She asked, smiling. She always had a smile for pilot; he had the biggest burden of all. He gave her a radiant look in return.

"We are now orbiting the planet Shultic five. It is a commerce planet, mainly designed for pleasure and games. The pod is leaving soon, would you like to join?" he asked.

"Oh god yes!" She moaned, grabbing her shoes and a robe. Holly had a stash of clothes, mostly silk and satin skirts and mermaid style gowns of gossamer fabric shipped with her. They weren't much but they fit like a glove. Holly ran through the passages, dodging Creis and to the pod, where Aeryn, John, Chiana and D'Argo stood. She gave a wave, which Chiana licked her lips at. They boarded the pod and within minutes were landing. Holly, a little green about the gills, was quickly up and out of there. While everyone bartered, she went to the nearest thing to a pub they had.

After a moment of sitting she hit the jackpot. A man, tall, warrior-esque, with long golden hair and eerily sparkling skin kept giving her the eye. Within moments he was up and sitting by her.

"Hello beautiful." He said with a voice sweetly tuned.

"You the male of your species?" Holly asked bluntly. He grinned, revealing two rows of shining shark-like teeth.

"Most defiantly." He grabbed her hand and closed it around his hardened cock. Holly grinned and squeezed him softly.

"How about coming back to my ship with me for a pleasant evening?"


~_*_~


"Commander Creighton? We have a small warrior ship requesting docking. They seem to think they're prince is on board our ship." Pilot said, confusion lacing his voice. John rolled his eyes.

"Chiana?! Did you bring another poor sap onto Moya?" He called. Chiana frowned at him.

"No, John I swear. I was with D'Argo and the war games the whole time!" She replied quickly. The intercom buzzed to life.

"Sorry, that was me."

"Holly?" John looked shocked, a look that was mirrored by the others in the room.

The ship docked and Holly and an unnamed warrior came out of her room. The man was wearing a dazed, satisfied look and Holly was perfectly normal. As they parted he slipped a data disk into Holly's hand and wobbled slightly to his ship. Holly, ignoring her shipmates, went back to her room and wasn't seen for five solar days afterward.

~_*_~

Holly was scanning a few disks into her separate sound player. Alien music was odd, but something. For the oddest reason she was feeling guilty about RocNark. Why should she? It wasn’t as if she was beholden to anyone. Hell, the little warrior Prince was a demon in the sack and she had the marks to prove it. So what if D’Argo was giving her the cold shoulder, Chiana was making sad mooneyes at her and Creis ignoring that she existed.

She slammed her hand onto the table top. This was ridiculous. She couldn’t get any of them to get her off, yet couldn’t find another to do it? Ridiculous! ‘That’s it,’ she thought, ‘I’m through with feeling guilty. I was horny; I had wild passionate sex with a random dude for many hours and was satisfied. End of story.’

Holly nodded her head in satisfaction and stood. She was feeling a little peckish and decided to meander on down to the kitchen. Humming under her breath she danced a little as she reached for a box of food cubes. Not the best of meals, but better than nothing.

Without the slightest warning, pain spike through her wrists, causing them to drop the box and turn on themselves in agony. Gasping she fought the drive, almost automatically, before giving in. She just had to kiss someone, just had to touch or the pain would drive her mad! She turned to the corridor, blind to anything but her pain, when a form shadowed her.

It was Creis.

With her remote in his hand and a cruel twisted grin.