FIC: "Helping Hands," Helen Magnus(/Nikola Tesla), Sanctuary, Explicit
Title: Helping Hands
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Helen Magnus(/Nikola Tesla)
Word Count: 1,492
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Haunted, Chimera
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Chance it could be taken as non-con at first, but definitely not by the end.
Author's Notes: Written for my sanctuary_bingo Round 3 card prompt "the Main Lab." Thanks to everyone on Twitter for the brainstorming!
Summary: A secret program installed by Tesla causes Helen consternation.
Helen was perched on the edge of the stool, head bowed over the work she'd been doing for the past six hours. She'd heard the Sanctuary putting itself to bed, as "to bed" as the Sanctuary got, and the inner sanctum slowly grew quieter around her. She was working on a formula that would allow the seltelepik to survive in temperatures above freezing. Its natural habitat was being affected by global warming, and its chemical makeup allowed for a certain amount of genetic engineering. The problem wasn't incredibly pressing, but she wanted to get it finished while she was having a quiet moment.
Her thumb slipped and the delicate tincture spilled into itself. "Bloody hell," she murmured, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together. She pressed her thumbs to the bridge of her nose and worked her head back and forth to loosen the muscles of her neck. She was making mistakes. She needed rest, she needed to relax, she needed--
She opened her eyes, aware of something lowering in front of her face, and she blinked when she saw the terminus of a robot arm hanging directly in front of her. She leaned back, and the aperture moved with her. She glanced toward the controls and wondered if there was a possibility the machinery still had a remnant of the energy creature in it. It moved forward with great care and brushed her cheek with surprising tenderness.
A red netting of light scanned her from head to toe. Something clicked in her mind as it ran over her curves and she suddenly knew who was to blame for the sudden liveliness of the robotic limbs. Someone with the technical know-how to arrange a prank of this magnitude, someone who had also recently been granted access to their computer systems. "Nikola."
The hand was a mechanical wheel with three slender fingers with a joint in the middle so they could bend. The tips were padded so they wouldn't scrape the glass beakers they were often instructed to move. The three fingers touched in the middle and moved forward, and this time Helen let them get closer. There were tiny sensors in the fingers that stopped them just before making contact with her lips and she resisted the urge to sigh. Definitely Nikola.
She leaned forward and kissed the spot where the three fingers met, knowing that was Nikola's intention. He must have programmed them to activate... when? Ah, of course... when she said bloody hell. The man knew her far too well. She pulled back and eyed the machine. "Now may I return to work?"
One finger extended and the wheel spun. It dropped down, and Helen watched as a second hand came over her shoulder from behind. It moved to the collar of her shirt and a small red beam scanned the material before moving to the topmost button. It punched the button, twisted, pulled, and it slipped through the hole. Helen blushed and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. She saw only the mermaid, flitting about in the forecourt of her habitat.
If someone's coming, warn me.
She got an affirmative response from the mermaid, along with a sense of amusement. Helen looked down and saw the first arm moving down between her legs. It dipped to her knee, moved under the hem of her skirt, and then slid up as the second arm undid a third button. Suddenly she remembered something Nikola had said in her office a few nights earlier.
"You have to take time for yourself, Helen. You need to relax. Take a fifteen minute break to let your mind rest."
"Easier said than done. You'd have to tie me down to get me to relax."
"That could be arranged."
That tricky, tricky man. Now, the hand was inside her blouse, the mechanical fingers surprisingly tender as they traced the curve of her breast. She remembered the sensor and wondered if Nikola was going to form a three-dimensional map of her body for future enjoyment. The hand under her skirt brushed one thigh, then the other, moving higher with excruciating patience. Helen unbuttoned the rest of her blouse so the material wouldn't be torn by the exploring arm. She was reaching to cup her breast when a third arm suddenly descended. It captured her wrist, the three fingers forming a cage around her hand, and lifting it up and out away from her body.
"Now that is just unfair," she murmured as she stared at her captive hand.
The hand under her skirt, however, quickly took her mind off of her immobility. Two of the fingers rotated in their orbits, bent in the center, and pressed against the crotch of her panties. Helen inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. She held her breath and let it out in a crashing exhale as the two fingers began to vibrate on alternating frequencies.
"Dear... God..."
As soon as the second word was out of her mouth, the hand in her blouse pinched her nipple through her bra. She arched her back, lips parted, and the fingers applied an undulating pressure against the captive bud. A third vibrating finger joined the first two, and then the middle prong pressed upward against the cotton of her panties. She held her breath as the material held - just barely, and the mechanical finger felt almost, almost, almost human as it rubbed back and forth over her labia. Her panties were pulled tight against her clit, and she risked further imprisonment by covering the hand at her breast with her own hand.
"Don't stop," she gasped, unsure to whom she was speaking. She knew she would stake Nikola herself if he programmed it to stop in the middle of this. She knew staking wouldn't kill him, but it would make her feel better. The thought of penetration brought to mind other images: cocks, moist flesh, the taste of a warm, wet--
She cried out, her thighs tight around the invading arm. A fourth arm came down and gently closed around her hand. "No..." She squeezed her fingers around the pinching arm, hissing through clenched teeth as she tried to keep it where it was. "Don't you dare," she growled, but the arm was insistent. Her left hand was captured, and pulled out and away. Then the two imprisoned hands came together, crossed over her breasts, and she was pulled upward.
Fucking vampire, she thought as her ass left the seat. Her feet slipped out of her high heels and she curled her naked toes in the air as she ascended. She tightened her biceps, her feet dangling as she hung from the two arms around her hands, the other two hands still working between her legs and on her breast. Helen's face was flush, her breath ragged, and she could feel sweat dripping down her temples and tracing over her neck as she dangling like a fish on a hook.
Her panties ripped and one of the slender fingers was inside of her. The shock of penetration was enough to make her cry out. She rolled her head back on her shoulders, squeezed the finger, and came with a shudder of release and relief that made her eyes roll back. Her face was hot, her arms hurt, and her mind was swimming from being held up in the air. One foot brushed the floor, then the other, and she was gently placed on the stool.
The hands retreated. Helen reached under her skirt, one palm flat against the torn hole in the center of her panties. Her shirt gaped to reveal her black brassiere, and she lifted her chin to watch as the arms retreated back into their nooks. She jumped when she heard a voice, but she realized it was pre-recorded and coming from the computer control center.
"I hope you enjoyed the Tesla Tie-Down Relaxation program. If you require another relaxation session, you know how to activate this program again. Have a lovely evening, Helen."
Helen couldn't help but blush as she buttoned her shirt and pressed her thighs together. She really did feel refreshed and ready to tackle the problem at hand. Or... she thought of the lotions she had in her bedroom, the soft sheets and the pillow she could prop under her hips to get just the right angle. She grinned and started shutting down the experiment for the night. Her mind needed rest. She could focus more sharply in the morning.
Before she retired to bed, she needed to find Will and Henry and warn them not to say "bloody hell" in the main lab. She assumed Nikola had a backup plan, but it was better safe than sorry at least until she was able to reprogram the activation words. She picked up her shoes and walked barefoot out of the lab, smiling as the machinery fell silent behind her.
Author: geonncannon
Pairing: Helen Magnus(/Nikola Tesla)
Word Count: 1,492
Category: PWP
Spoilers: Haunted, Chimera
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me.
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Chance it could be taken as non-con at first, but definitely not by the end.
Author's Notes: Written for my sanctuary_bingo Round 3 card prompt "the Main Lab." Thanks to everyone on Twitter for the brainstorming!
Summary: A secret program installed by Tesla causes Helen consternation.
Helen was perched on the edge of the stool, head bowed over the work she'd been doing for the past six hours. She'd heard the Sanctuary putting itself to bed, as "to bed" as the Sanctuary got, and the inner sanctum slowly grew quieter around her. She was working on a formula that would allow the seltelepik to survive in temperatures above freezing. Its natural habitat was being affected by global warming, and its chemical makeup allowed for a certain amount of genetic engineering. The problem wasn't incredibly pressing, but she wanted to get it finished while she was having a quiet moment.
Her thumb slipped and the delicate tincture spilled into itself. "Bloody hell," she murmured, resting her elbows on the table and lacing her fingers together. She pressed her thumbs to the bridge of her nose and worked her head back and forth to loosen the muscles of her neck. She was making mistakes. She needed rest, she needed to relax, she needed--
She opened her eyes, aware of something lowering in front of her face, and she blinked when she saw the terminus of a robot arm hanging directly in front of her. She leaned back, and the aperture moved with her. She glanced toward the controls and wondered if there was a possibility the machinery still had a remnant of the energy creature in it. It moved forward with great care and brushed her cheek with surprising tenderness.
A red netting of light scanned her from head to toe. Something clicked in her mind as it ran over her curves and she suddenly knew who was to blame for the sudden liveliness of the robotic limbs. Someone with the technical know-how to arrange a prank of this magnitude, someone who had also recently been granted access to their computer systems. "Nikola."
The hand was a mechanical wheel with three slender fingers with a joint in the middle so they could bend. The tips were padded so they wouldn't scrape the glass beakers they were often instructed to move. The three fingers touched in the middle and moved forward, and this time Helen let them get closer. There were tiny sensors in the fingers that stopped them just before making contact with her lips and she resisted the urge to sigh. Definitely Nikola.
She leaned forward and kissed the spot where the three fingers met, knowing that was Nikola's intention. He must have programmed them to activate... when? Ah, of course... when she said bloody hell. The man knew her far too well. She pulled back and eyed the machine. "Now may I return to work?"
One finger extended and the wheel spun. It dropped down, and Helen watched as a second hand came over her shoulder from behind. It moved to the collar of her shirt and a small red beam scanned the material before moving to the topmost button. It punched the button, twisted, pulled, and it slipped through the hole. Helen blushed and looked around to see if anyone was paying attention. She saw only the mermaid, flitting about in the forecourt of her habitat.
If someone's coming, warn me.
She got an affirmative response from the mermaid, along with a sense of amusement. Helen looked down and saw the first arm moving down between her legs. It dipped to her knee, moved under the hem of her skirt, and then slid up as the second arm undid a third button. Suddenly she remembered something Nikola had said in her office a few nights earlier.
"You have to take time for yourself, Helen. You need to relax. Take a fifteen minute break to let your mind rest."
"Easier said than done. You'd have to tie me down to get me to relax."
"That could be arranged."
That tricky, tricky man. Now, the hand was inside her blouse, the mechanical fingers surprisingly tender as they traced the curve of her breast. She remembered the sensor and wondered if Nikola was going to form a three-dimensional map of her body for future enjoyment. The hand under her skirt brushed one thigh, then the other, moving higher with excruciating patience. Helen unbuttoned the rest of her blouse so the material wouldn't be torn by the exploring arm. She was reaching to cup her breast when a third arm suddenly descended. It captured her wrist, the three fingers forming a cage around her hand, and lifting it up and out away from her body.
"Now that is just unfair," she murmured as she stared at her captive hand.
The hand under her skirt, however, quickly took her mind off of her immobility. Two of the fingers rotated in their orbits, bent in the center, and pressed against the crotch of her panties. Helen inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. She held her breath and let it out in a crashing exhale as the two fingers began to vibrate on alternating frequencies.
"Dear... God..."
As soon as the second word was out of her mouth, the hand in her blouse pinched her nipple through her bra. She arched her back, lips parted, and the fingers applied an undulating pressure against the captive bud. A third vibrating finger joined the first two, and then the middle prong pressed upward against the cotton of her panties. She held her breath as the material held - just barely, and the mechanical finger felt almost, almost, almost human as it rubbed back and forth over her labia. Her panties were pulled tight against her clit, and she risked further imprisonment by covering the hand at her breast with her own hand.
"Don't stop," she gasped, unsure to whom she was speaking. She knew she would stake Nikola herself if he programmed it to stop in the middle of this. She knew staking wouldn't kill him, but it would make her feel better. The thought of penetration brought to mind other images: cocks, moist flesh, the taste of a warm, wet--
She cried out, her thighs tight around the invading arm. A fourth arm came down and gently closed around her hand. "No..." She squeezed her fingers around the pinching arm, hissing through clenched teeth as she tried to keep it where it was. "Don't you dare," she growled, but the arm was insistent. Her left hand was captured, and pulled out and away. Then the two imprisoned hands came together, crossed over her breasts, and she was pulled upward.
Fucking vampire, she thought as her ass left the seat. Her feet slipped out of her high heels and she curled her naked toes in the air as she ascended. She tightened her biceps, her feet dangling as she hung from the two arms around her hands, the other two hands still working between her legs and on her breast. Helen's face was flush, her breath ragged, and she could feel sweat dripping down her temples and tracing over her neck as she dangling like a fish on a hook.
Her panties ripped and one of the slender fingers was inside of her. The shock of penetration was enough to make her cry out. She rolled her head back on her shoulders, squeezed the finger, and came with a shudder of release and relief that made her eyes roll back. Her face was hot, her arms hurt, and her mind was swimming from being held up in the air. One foot brushed the floor, then the other, and she was gently placed on the stool.
The hands retreated. Helen reached under her skirt, one palm flat against the torn hole in the center of her panties. Her shirt gaped to reveal her black brassiere, and she lifted her chin to watch as the arms retreated back into their nooks. She jumped when she heard a voice, but she realized it was pre-recorded and coming from the computer control center.
"I hope you enjoyed the Tesla Tie-Down Relaxation program. If you require another relaxation session, you know how to activate this program again. Have a lovely evening, Helen."
Helen couldn't help but blush as she buttoned her shirt and pressed her thighs together. She really did feel refreshed and ready to tackle the problem at hand. Or... she thought of the lotions she had in her bedroom, the soft sheets and the pillow she could prop under her hips to get just the right angle. She grinned and started shutting down the experiment for the night. Her mind needed rest. She could focus more sharply in the morning.
Before she retired to bed, she needed to find Will and Henry and warn them not to say "bloody hell" in the main lab. She assumed Nikola had a backup plan, but it was better safe than sorry at least until she was able to reprogram the activation words. She picked up her shoes and walked barefoot out of the lab, smiling as the machinery fell silent behind her.