Consummation

TWO


Riddick hadn’t felt pain like this since the hammerhead sliced up his leg. The familiar side effects of the tranqs would wear off quickly enough. He just needed to be patient. The bullet in his arm, though… he was lucky. It hadn’t hit bone. The muscle had been ripped right through, but the bone itself wasn’t injured in any way. A flesh wound, he could deal with.

He hauled himself to his feet and steadied himself on the wall. Staggering toward the medic unit, he nearly tripped over a body. He closed his eyes and shook his head, willing his vision to clear. The scent of blood tantalized his senses. Blood that he’d spilled. In defense of Jack.

Jack. Where the fuck had those bastards taken her?

He had to fix himself up before he’d be any good to Jack at all. Giving himself a quick assessment, he found that the bullet had gone straight through the muscles of his arm. Looking at it, he was amazed that he’d woken up at all. The only explanation was that the tranq must have slowed his bloodflow. There were a few out there that did so, though they were far from common. The bullet must have just missed the artery. It was the only explanation. He really shouldn’t have survived.

He wiped the blood away from his skin and dug around for an antiseptic. After giving himself a good stinging dose, he wrapped a snug pressure-bandage around the wound and flexed his arm, testing it. Not only did it begin to throb immediately, but redness seeped through the white bandage as soon as he moved. Shit. He was awake now, which meant that his blood was moving more quickly.

Riddick pulled a tourniquet out of the kit and rigged it just over the wound site. Fuck. This was more serious than he thought.

First he had to jettison the bodies of the slavers he’d ghosted. He tried not to use his injured arm, but naturally, it was impossible to keep it completely still. Cleaning up the blood that had been spilled was no picnic, either, but he managed to get that done, too. By the time the housekeeping was complete, Riddick’s arm was throbbing even more. He loosened the tourniquet to allow the blood to flow down to his lower arm and hand, but after a few minutes, tightened it up again.

He needed help, much as he hated to admit it. Riddick heaved a heavy sigh, rife with exhaustion, as he sat down at the console.

There was no point in asking first. He didn’t want to take the chance that Freed would say no. It would be far, far easier just to drop in. Riddick rerouted his course and programmed his ship to head for Uburi Two.

~*~

“Okay… Jack, right?”

She licked dry lips and nodded. Spinelli set her down, and she tottered. Grange immediately caught her arm and lowered her gently into a chair. “Easy. We won’t hurt you.”

The same damn thing Riddick had assured her. Look what happened.

“Are you hungry?”

She shook her head. Her stomach was still pissed at her. She thought if she even smelled food, she would vomit.

“We’ve gotta tranq you again, and you’ve gotta eat before we do. ”

“Why?” she whispered. “Why do you need to keep me tranqued?”

“So you don’t move around too much. You need to stay out of the way.”

Jack grimaced. She didn’t want to feel these side effects again in her life. “Please don’t,” she asked. “I promise not to cause any trouble. But please don’t keep me drugged up.”

Grange stared at her with a considering look on his face. “I guess we can give it a trial run,” he responded finally. “But you fuck up, and I’m tranquing you right away, got it?”

Jack nodded gratefully. “Thank you,” she murmured. Now she would be able to figure out what happened to her. Before she could ask any questions, however, both slavers walked out and shut the door, leaving her alone. She heard a lock click in place, and bowed her head. She was locked in. Terrific.

Experimentally she stood. A bit wobbly, but otherwise okay. She took a few steps forward. Okay. Her balance was off, but not horribly so. She wasn’t falling over, at any rate.

Jack raised her head and looked around her. She was in a small, bare bunkroom. There were beds stacked three-high lining the walls. She chose one at random and fell into it.

The room was dull and gray. And cold. She shivered, and pulled open the blanket folded at the foot of the bed. It was gray, like everything else in the room. Like her life.

~*~

A few hours later, Spinelli opened the door and handed her a tray of food that had obviously just been prepared. She sniffed it before taking a bite and decided that yes, it was definitely freeze-dried travel food.

Spinelli sat on another bed and stared at her as she ate hungrily. She tried to remain unaware of his unkempt face pointed in her direction, but the intensity of his gaze made ignorance impossible. She elected not to say a word to him. Maybe he’d just take the tray and leave her alone.

At the sound of his voice, she closed her eyes, trying to block it out. When his words registered, her eyes flew open in shock.

“So what kind of things did baldy make you do? Hm? Make you fuck him? Suck him off? I bet you’re a real good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

Jack had no idea how respond, so she made a great show of chewing her food. Oh, why couldn’t the universe just leave her alone?

His voice turned mean. “Answer me, bitch.”

Reluctantly she shook her head.

“You’re defying me?” He sounded incredulous and pleased at the same time.

“No!” she assured him, after she was able to swallow her mouthful. “No, I wasn’t defying you. I was answering you.”

“Oh.” He crossed the tiny room in three quick strides and sat next to her. One hand stroked her hair, while the other rested intimately just above her knee. “That’s real good. I’d hate to have to punish you, you know.”

The familiar trembling started up again as his hand slid up her thigh. Would she always be seen as just a body?

Of course, Jack. You’re wearing a collar, after all.

“So you’re not a little cocksucker, huh?”

Jack shook her head, remembering to supplement the gesture with a whispered, “No.”

“Hm. Maybe I ought to teach you. You’d fetch a much higher price if you were trained up, you know. Stay right there.”

Price? Trained? Good God, they were going to sell her. Jack watched in fascinated horror as he stood and began unbuckling his pants. As his engorged cock sprang free, she closed her eyes and turned away. “Please…” she whispered, somehow knowing that it was no use.

“Please what? Come on, bitch… suck my cock.”

Strong fingers grabbed her chin and forced her to face the slaver. His swollen cock was jutting toward her and slightly upward. It was the first time she’d seen a naked penis before, much less an erect naked penis. And she was expected to take that into her mouth? Was he kidding?

She pulled her head away and pushed her hands to his, trying to get him to release her face. During her struggles, the tray of food went crashing to the floor. She flung her head from side to side, trying to dislodge his grip.

“Come on, bitch. Be a good slave for Daddy,” he grunted as he pressed the head of his cock to her lips.

Daddy? Oh, hell no.

Jack opened her mouth, all right—but bit down on his cock as hard as she dared. She didn’t want to hurt him, because that would just get her into worse trouble. But she did want to get him away from her.

It was a mistake. She should have gone for the gold. She should have bitten him as hard as she possibly could, and not held back. It was too late now. Enraged, Spinelli slapped her upside the head. “Fucking cunt!” he snapped. “Fucking suck me, you little bitch!” With that he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock deep into her throat.

She gagged. Jack still twisted her head around, trying to get this foreign object out of her throat, but he just pulled her head down even deeper. She gagged again and again. Soon it seemed like she was gagging constantly, with no respite. She couldn’t even breathe any longer.

“Spinelli! Leave her alone, you son of a bitch!”

Grange’s voice made Spinelli pull away from Jack so quickly that the sudden emptiness felt strange. The strange feeling faded right away, however, and she coughed, trying to get her throat to relax. She sat with her head hung low, brushing tears angrily from her face.

“I fucking told you not to touch her. Get the fuck out of here!”

Jack kept her eyes to the floor. From where had this sudden spark reemerged? Well, it would serve her best to just stamp it down once and for all. She was in trouble now, she was sure.

When she heard footsteps approaching her again, she withdrew onto the bed, tucking her legs underneath her. She didn’t meet the slaver’s gaze.