The Dragon and the Furyon

Riddick isn't mine. Draca is.

***Chapter 3 Capture

They landed on the dark little planet and sold their ships. They took the creds and got a hotel room. That night Riddick claimed her as mate again and again until she begged for sleep. He held her close and they slept. In fact, the slept all night and all day. When they woke up they headed out to see if they couldn’t get enough money to buy another ship and find somewhere where they could be safe from bounty hunters and cops. This planet was good but only for a temporary stay. Any one here would turn on them in an instant.

Much to Riddick’s chagrin they separated to cover more ground. They met more midnight lunch and once again went their separate ways in search of money using any of their skills to acquire it. When Draca had gotten enough to buy the ship they were interested in she headed back to the hotel. In stead of Riddick waiting for her in the room five men in black army gear were waiting for her. She sank reflexively into the void as the first bullets wizzed past her. She came out just behind two of the men to the left and crashed their heads together cracking their skulls. There was the sound of three air guns going off one right after the other followed by the feeling of three high inpact darts. Draca snarled and tried to slip back into the void but found herself unable. What’s more she was feeling groggy. She went down with a thud.

When Riddick came back to the hotel it was nearly sunrise. Draca wasn’t there but her scent told him she had been there less then an hour ago. It didn’t make sense, if she had come back she wouldn’t have left again without him unless it was an emergency. Then there were the five other scents. Four males and one other female had been here. The smell of death was present for two of the males. Riddick took long sniffs of the room and found out a few other things about the intruders. First of all they wore high tech government issued armor. A lot of plastics, charge blast guns and a few high powered tranqu guns. They weren’t typical mercs. Instead these guys meant business and it was probably for the army that they took Draca, his Draca. Well, they weren’t going to get away with it with their groins intact. He was gonna take them all out.

When Draca woke she found herself submerged in a clear fluid only slightly thicker then water. She wore an air mask over her nose and mouth tied tight and her arms were strapped to the sides of the large tube she was in as were her legs so that she was semi floating spread eagle. Her silver hair floated unhindered around her as she looked about and tried to get her barings. It came as no surprise that she was completely naked except the various patches that held wires in place all over her body. Except for her head of hair her body was now completely bald right down to her pubes. She tried to escape into the void but pain shot through her intire body.

She screamed and as soon as she stopped trying to escape the pain stopped. She gasped for air and floated limply as a few figures came into her view which was surprisingly clear. A tall thin man with greasy blond hair and a shorter man who was nearly bald were looking at her and discussing something. She could hear them perfectly.

“You were right, she was worth the trouble. As soon as the experiments are done we can begin retraining her to obey us. Shall we begin?” The shorter man asked with a lewd grin. The tall one nodded.

“Yes begin phase one.” He ordered and a few technicians scurried around like white mice in an effort to obey. Pain raced through Draca’s body causing her to jerk and spasm then waves of pleasure followed causing the same response only slower. By the time they were done with phase one Draca was exhausted.

“She responded very well…incredible! These tolerances are off the charts. A human would have been killed within minutes.” Short man said reading a tablet. Tall man stepped forward and placed his hand almost tenderly on the tube at the level of Draca’s belly. She glared at him fiercely.

“Asshole!” She cursed knowing they could hear her. Tall man only grinned.

“Phase two.” He said and short man just stared at him stunned.

“You can’t be serious! She can’t possibly-” Short man started to argue but tall man cut him off.

“Start phase two now.” He ordered and short man gulped and waved at the technicians to begin.

Draca waited for the next horror to begin as the tall man grinned evilly from outside her tube. He looked up and she followed his gaze to watch thin mechanical arms descend. They were about ten in number and had all sorts of instruments attached. They surrounded her and she felt the stab of a needle from the base of her spine. Seering hot fluid was pushed through her veins and she could not help the scream that tore out of her throat. The fire didn’t ebb but soon Draca found that she could tolerate it. Then the sharp looking tools moved forward as the needle pulled free from her back.

She glared at the tall man and opened her mouth to curse him when one of the scalpels sliced into her gut. She gasped and look down as the clear solution she was suspended in clouded with blood. The blood seemed to desolve and the other tools got to work gouging here and there. She was shocked to discover that the wounds healed almost as soon as they were inflicted. However they still hurt like hell. No less then an hour and hundreds of cuts later, phase two was called to a stop and the tall man sent every one out.

“You…bastard! When I get out…I’m going…to force feed you…you dick!” She gasped with ragged breaths. The firy pain from the injection was just now ebbing and the pain from the cuts was dulling. Draca seethed from her suspended position at her tormenter dreaming up many wonderful things to do to him when she got out. Her verbal threat was the least painful of the lot.

“Oh I seriously doubt that. You will be trained to obey only me when the time comes. Yes I’ll enjoy sending you on missions and having you return to my waiting bed…” His voice was steel wrapped in velvet. It sent a shudder through Draca who bared her teeth at him.

“Prick!” She shouted struggling more fiercely then ever at her bonds. He made a tsk tsk sound and stepped up to the panel in front of the tube.

“That won’t do. But…I will be happy to give you a taste of the punishment you’ll receive should you be so vile to me in the future.” He told her with a wicked grin. He punched a few buttons and she watched in disgust as a strange metal tentacle slithered out towards the tall man who dropped his trousers to the floor exposing his limp dick. The tentacle opened at the end and latched on to him taking all of him while another tentacle latched onto the back of his neck from behind. He winced slightly and pressed another set of buttons.

“You see these two tentacles? They connect with my nervous system allowing me to feel what they feel. It’s quite fascinating really, my own invention allowing me to safely do as I please to you without the thought of you gouging out certain vital body parts.” He explained and pressed that last button. Three tentacles rose up from the bottom of the tube and surrounded Draca. She fought to get away from them without success. One of the tentacles pushed merciless at her vaginal opening and rammed in making her shriek in pain. It began pumping in and out of her and she watched in horror and disgust as the tall man groaned. His pinups had been brought to full erection by the tentacles and he was thrusting his hips as if he were really screwing her.

“GET IT OUT! LET ME GO!” She screamed but to no avail. Another tentacle pushed into her mouth effectively ending her screaming. It forced its way down her throat gagging her. When this one began to pump it pumped out of time with the other increasing the pain. The one in her mouth hit the back of her throat often forcing itself further down while the one in her vagina butted painfully against her cervix. The tall man clutched the tube resting his head against it as he continued the assault on the strange girl.

Draca felt the last tentacle push between her butt cheeks then suddenly thrust in to her tight asshole. She chocked and gagged trying to scream around the metal tentacle in her mouth as pain raced through her body which contorted against her restraints. Now all three tentacles pumped out of rhythm with each other until Draca thought she could bear it no more. She was pushed to her mental and physical limits.

Finally all three tentacles shot burning hot liquid into wherever they were. They pulled out viciously and disappeared. The tall man grunted as his tentacles were removed. He redressed and grinned evilly at her.

“I shall enjoy you immensely when you are fully mine.” He said and left. Draca quashed the feelings of self loathing before they could rise and replaced them with seething fury at this man.

She hung there her entire body aching as she desperately wished she could inflict the pain she longed to on these assholes. As she floated there thinking up new and creative tortures she heard an explosion. Then there was the sound of men running and shouting and general chaos. The lab shook and her tube, which was bolted to the floor, shook violently as well. She gritted her teeth against the pain of it. More shouts found her ears these more panicked then before. Then the one word that could change everything for her drifted through the chaos as clear as if it was shouted in her ear: Riddick.

Riddick was indeed there. He decided to forgo stealth for the much more fun scenario of a raging bull in a china shop. A very pissed off bull who intended to break every piece of china there. He had tracked Draca here and now he was facing off with the captures of his mate. The trail of bodies he left behind was impressive.

“Riddick! RIDDICK!” Draca shouted as loud as her horse throat would allow. Riddick easily caught the sound and followed it to where he found Draca. Seeing her predicament infuriated him still further and he nearly destroyed the tube getting to her. He pulled her into his arms and she clung to him desperately.

“Draca…you’re alive…I was so afraid…that…” He trailed off not wanting to replay the scenario in his head already played out too many times to count. Draca kissed him passionately and he carried her out.

He took her to his ship and took to the stars where they would be safe, for now. He was shocked to hear her story and very pissed but when he saw her trembling he melted and pulled her close. He gently made love to her as if she would break at any moment and she was glad for the reprieve from their usual fierce love making. When they were finished he held her tightly against his body ready to defend her against anything.

“I love you Draca…” He whispered. She smiled a genuine smile and he was right, it was beautiful. It lit up her face and he could barely tell that she had sent the last twenty four hours being tortured.

“I love you too Richard.” She kissed him and fell asleep. They were together and had nothing but open space before them.