Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!

Riddick took the watch. He wanted to reassure himself that everything was cool. It wasn't that he felt O'Kain hadn't keep a tight vigil, he just needed to shake the leftover, uneasy feeling he'd had after finding those mutilated corpses the day before. Despite the bizarre way they'd met, Riddick trusted O'Kain. There was something in the man's eyes and manner that indicated the somber swordsman probably couldn't tell a lie if he tried. Unusual...very unusual. That freaky stick still weirded Riddick out but overall he was glad to have someone like the big puritan along on what was becoming an increasingly strange journey.

Riddick silently moved about the perimeter of the camp. Everything was still and quiet except for the snoring of Rarn and Banin. Gradually the bald man became more relaxed. He leaned back against a tree and allowed himself some personal time to think. Riddick wondered about what prospects he mind find in Merryville. Essentially, he had reached the conclusion that Venne wasn't a viable option, not as a place of permanent residence anyhow. If Riddick had to stay on Tronas, at least he didn't have to stay in the same fucked up place all the time. That made sense. Someday he would get off this planet. Someday, somehow. As he leaned back with his arms folded across his chest, Riddick suddenly heard something behind him that made his blood run absolutely cold!

Riddick spun about with the speed of a mother panther who sensed danger to her cubs. He threw the crossbow up and squeezed the trigger. His finger eased the pressure off the mechanism just as suddenly. The crossbow was aimed directly in the pretty face of Christina. She stared at him in shock, realizing how close she had come to getting a steel tipped arrow shot through her brain.

"Damn girl, what the fuck are you doing? I almost killed you just now. How in fuck did you just do that? Never in my life has anyone gotten this close to me without me knowing. Are you a fucking ghost or something lady?"

Christina's cute blond curls framed her apologetic expression. "Shit, I'm really sorry Riddick. I thought you might be dozing and I didn't want to wake you unnecessarily. I....I wanted to give you something."

It occured to Riddick that maybe he had dozed for a second. Shit..dammit. Couldn't let that ever happen again. He must have gotten soft laying on his ass in Venne. His eyes followed Christina's small, white hand which held the .45 that he had thrown away the night before.

"Look lady, I'm sorry about getting pissed. Maybe I did snooze for a moment. It's a good thing you woke me up. Going to sleep on watch could get us all killed. As for the pistol, you should have left that junk where i dumped it. A gun that don't shoot is shit."

Christina allowed a slight smile to cross her beautiful lips. "Actually it does work now Riddick...at least I'm 99percent sure it does. It was just a bit of rust here and there. The gun just needed a little tender loving care. Go ahead and take it, I don't think it will let you down again."

Riddick took the weapon and jacked a couple of shells through the chamber. "Hmmm, not bad, it is a lot smoother. How come you know so much about guns?"

"My grandfather raised me. He was a gunsmith, one of the few on Tronas. He did a lot of work for the police. He let me watch and even help out after I got a little older. I actually enjoyed it, guns are cool. Wish I'd had one when those bandits jumped us."

Riddick nodded and shoved the .45 back into his belt. "Yeah, I know you've been through hell losing your husband like that. I'm sorry if I've been a little edgy, we saw some bad shit back there on the trail yesterday...really bad."

"What was it Riddick, I got a right to know don't you think?"

Riddick shrugged. "OK, we found a bunch of bodies, it looked like some starving animals had literally eaten every bit of flesh off those corpses. I'm pretty sure they were all still alive when the fun started. Even some of the bones were gnawed up. It wasn't fucking pretty. Sorry, but you insisted on knowing. Whatever got them is still around somewhere although we put a good bit of distance between there and here. At any rate, I can't wait to get moving again and get the fuck out of these woods. Whatever got those woodcutters is still hungry, you can bet your cute little tail on that."

Sexy blue eyes blazed brightly as Christina responded to the news, "that sounds ghastly, I have never in my life heard of something like that happening anywhere around here. A Jpotte will maul someone but eat all the flesh off the bones? That's just downright horrifying." Instinctively her little hand touched the stock of the big rifle strapped on her shoulder. Riddick appreciated that...nice. He also appreciated jiggle in her oversized breasts as she glanced around somewhat nervously.

"Don't worry, I think we are alright right now. Still, the quicker we get out of these woods the better. I'm glad that I won't likely be making a return trip, it's looking more and more like Merryville is the place for me to hang out for awhile."

Christina smiled broadly at that news. She had difficulty containing the excitment in her voice. "That's great Riddick, maybe we can hang out some together. I'm going there to look for work as an actress and singer. Everyone seems to like my singing, hopefully I can land a job in a club. That's always been my dream, I guess I'm just a whore for attention. Anyhow, that's who I am and how I dream."

Riddick replied in a non-commital tone, "that sounds pretty cool. I'm sure we'll run into each other, it's not really a big town. When you've had some time to get over your husband's death, maybe we can have a drink together or something. Who knows?"

Christina seemed to become downcast at Riddick's coolness. "Actually my marriage was over and had been for awhile. We were getting divorced as soon as we got to Merryville. He was probably going to return to Venne. I found out he was cheating on me a couple of months ago and he recently confessed his girlfriend is knocked up. It wasn't really his fault, I wanted more out of life than being stuck in Venne all alone while my old man slaved his life away in the mines. My life was really bad. All day I sat around with no one to talk to unless my inlaws came over..yuck. Then my husband would come home dead tired and talking about who got crushed in a cave-in somewhere or other. He would eat, shower and fall into bed. As soon as I sucked him off, he'd fall asleep....another day done."

"How did he find time for a girfriend?" Riddick asked.

Christina shrugged, "some slut secretary that worked at the mine. They had gone out in highschool. I guess the flame was still hot. That's the real reason he was coming home so late, they were fucking in one of the offices after everyone left for the day. After she got pregnant I guess he ralized he wanted to be with her and we both admitted I was ready to move on anyway. After all this got out in the open it was basically a relief for everyone. His friend came along with us for the trip to Merryville. First night out we made camp and got really blind on trunk. I gave his friend oral while my husband watched the whole thing. I guess at that point there was no mistaking we were little more than friends...certainly not husband and wife. Sorry to bore you with my shitty story Riddick. Don't get me wrong, it still hurt to see a man I'd once loved and his friend get shot. Those damn scum bandits beat me too. They were going to gang-rape me when you guys showed up out of nowhere. Despite it all I feel like a very lucky girl."

Riddick put his powerful hand on the woman's slender shoulder and caressed her tenderly. "Look, I know you've been through hell. Trust me, I can relate, my entire life as mostly been about running from this asshole or some other jerk that wants me dead or in jail. I'm sure things will get better for you in Merryville. If you sing like you look, you will pack any club, anywhere."

Christina's eyes moistened and Riddick for the first time saw a different side of her. The side she kept mostly hidden....the scared, beat down side. "Oh Riddick you are just so fucking sweet. Most strong men don't know how to say sweet things to a girl"

Then she looked up and with an almost pleading voice asked, "would it be asking to much for a hug. I can't think of a more awesome way to get started on a much better day and forget about yesterday's heartbreak and fear."

Riddick didn't say anything but pulled her close. She melted against him for a long while. The huge, soft flesh of her breasts made his cock throb. Her thigh ground against his junk ever so slightly. Then she pulled back just enough to slip her hand under his shirt. The grip in her tiny hands was surprisingly powerful as she squeezed his chest as hard as she could. Her long fingernails dug into his large muscles and playfully scratched his nipples. "Damn, you've got a hot body," she moaned.

"Yours isn't bad either," Riddick replied. He slipped his hand into her bulky top and was surprised at how much there actually was for him to fondle. His hand worked the big set of tits as his eager pecker throbbed more and struggled against the restrain of his dungarees. Shit!!! He pulled gently on the nipple rings, causing Christina to gasp slightly.

"Do you like those sweetie?" Christina asked.

"Damn right I do!"

"Oh Riddick, you have no idea how much I was hoping you could appreciate a girl with big tits. I can't help being ugly but at least I have something men like."

Riddick grunted in agreement even as he worked one of the fat, natural orbs free from the girl's top. He bent over and took the breast in his mouth. He sucked it eagerly for awhile before slowly moving his hand upwards, underneath Christina's dress. His efforts at foreplay had not gone unnoticed as he found his hand pressing against a pair of soaking wet panties. The bald outlaw felt the juices trickle down his wrist.. Hell fucking yeah!

Without warning he felt Christina's hand pushing him gently away. "Oh shit Riddick, look, the sun is coming up. Everyone is going to be looking for us."

"Damn!" Riddick noted. She was right. It was time to get moving, he could no longer hear the snoring. He grasped Christina's pussy so hard he almost lifted her off the ground. "Put your hand down in my pants quick girl and give that big boy a good squeeze. Before we stop, I want you know what you got coming as soon as we hit Merryville."

Christina smiled like an angel and did what she was told.

Not a bad way to get the morning started Riddick figured. The future was looking so bright he had to put his goggles on.