Bringing it down

Chapter 5 A little closer than expected


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Riddick left the small kitchen space and headed back for the cockpit. He kicked one of the corpses on the way.

“Gotta get rid of these stiffs before they start to smell” he muttered.

He shook his head, got to work and mused to himself meanwhile; what do you make of this… why didn't you just gut her back there? You need no witnesses left alive….

Ah, but we're not there yet! We're out in deep space and it's been a long time since you touched a woman that beautiful. He pushed the airlock button.

Who are you fooling…? You liked her, she had that spark, she reminded you of…

She's knocked up!

It's not that long gone, couple of month’s maybe. Didn't really feel it, smelled it… as well as her fear…

What the fuck is she doing here anyway? He smiled to himself while ejecting the last of the two dead men out in space and then went back to the cockpit. He still had some arrangements to do.

S´gonna be an interesting ride, he thought.


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A little more than an hour later she felt like new. After eating very little and cleaning the sink, she took a luxuriously hot shower and washed her long, rich auburn hair which she now had tied up in a knot on top of her head, the arrangement enhancing her high cheekbones and the paleness of her face.

She had examined the closets of the crew, feeling really awkward as she did. What rights did she have to search through their belongings? She had tried to avoid looking at pictures of family members, girlfriends and dogs and various other things in the cabins. It felt too personal, it made her feel guilty!

One of the guys actually had an old-fashioned acoustic guitar and it hit her with a pang that she knew as little of their fate as she knew of her own.

Soon she had realized there were no women’s clothes and now she wore dark brown, baggy, cargo pants that hung low on her hips and that she'd matched with a simple white sleeveless top. She wondered why she even cared about how she looked…

She dreaded approaching the cockpit and had stalled for as long as she dared, realizing however there was nowhere else she could go. When she entered she saw he had cleaned the passage. There was some dried blood but no dead guys anymore. Careful not to step where the two bodies had been lying she held her breath and moved forward.

Inside the cockpit she saw the killer sitting relaxed in the pilot’s seat, turned towards her.
He arched his eyebrows as she approached and looked her over from top to toe.

“Get over here”, it was an order. She walked a little closer, her palms moist because she was so nervous.

“You're with someone?” he asked, sounding almost amused.

She frowned, she didn't understand.

He grabbed her arm and forced her to turn towards the section of the ship from where she had just entered. “You got some little hubbie in there?” his voice more irritated now.

“N-no”, she stuttered, confused, her heart beating faster, maybe this was not going as well as she had hoped for.

He shrugged. “Otherwise it would have been a good time to say your final goodbyes” and by that he pulled a lever and released the whole cryosection from the rest of the ship.

She gasped.

“NO!” she screamed. “All those people…” Tears started to fill her eyes and without thinking she threw herself at him and tried to beat him, images from the crew's personal things flashing through her mind.

“Bastard!” she yelled. “Fucking murderer!”

He laughed a raw, mean laughter, caught her flailing arms with his and pulled her down into his lap.

“A fighting spirit, huh?” He leaned towards her ear and said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine “It's only you and me now…, and I think we're gonna have a lot of fun!”

She squirmed, her heart beating wildly. Realization came to her that she now knew the fate of those people in the crew as well as all the passengers, hers was yet unknown…

“Don't you count on that!” she spat and fought all she could to get loose… of course it was pointless.

She froze when she felt his hand on her bare skin UNDER her top. She didn't move. She could hardly breathe. His big palm stopped at one breast, squeezed it firmly and then pinched her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. Jolts of pleasure mixed with hatred and fear shot through her body. His hand was so warm and strong, it was somehow unexpected.

Oh, God, no, she thought, this psycho killer is going to rape me and it's happening now!

…OK, do the best of the situation, go along with it and try to stay alive. You can't fight him anyway…

But why does it feel so good?

What sick woman are you? Turned on by convicts and psycho murderers now?

She moaned and arched under his experienced touch and for a short while she allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Riddick let out a growl that made her shiver to the bone and woke her from her trance.

Making another attempt to get free only resulted only in a shift of her position in his lap and she could now feel his bulging stiffness against her buttocks.

“Continue like that”, he whispered in a harsh voice “and you might get away easy for now.”

She froze, embarrassed, her cheeks flushing, what should she do?

“What are you doing?” she whimpered.

“Isn't it obvious” he said and slowly slid his hand from her breast, over her stomach and down inside her pants,

“It seems to me” he said in a low, mocking tone “you've been around, and oughta know”. His finger now touched her clitoris, circling it smoothly, which sent pleasurable cramps along the inside of her thighs, and then continued down towards her entrance.

They both inhaled sharply when they realized how wet she was. One finger entered her core, soon followed by another, the two thick fingers pushing far inside and out again. He was fucking her with his fingers for a while as his mouth caressed her neck, licking and biting and his other hand, which firmly held her body in position, continuously caressed her breasts. It almost drove her crazy with lust. No one had ever touched her like this! Her whole body was aching and the situation seemed to create its own rules.

She was now panting hard, trying not to show it, her heart beating like a hammer. She realized she was soaking wet, scared and excited at the same time, knowing painfully well that he knew.

“Hmm” he growled into her ear, his voice sending vibrations through her whole body, “Don't move”. Suddenly he removed his hand from between her legs, leaving her feeling empty, then in one swift move he pulled off her top and exposed her swollen breasts and erect nipples.

“Beautiful”, he whispered.

Riddick massaged both of them and adjusted her a little in his lap so he could reach, then he started licking, biting and suckling at her breasts at the same time as he unbuttoned her pants.

Breathing heavily by now she closed her eyes…, she never would have imagined… him being so gentle… so… caring. She had heard he was a brutal murderer, a serial killer, a rapist…

“NO” she tried to shout in a voice she hardly recognized as her own.

She threw herself up and out of his grip, but in the next moment he was all over her and they fell to the floor, Riddick on top.

“Still not getting it?” he said in a menacing voice, pinning her down with his body. “DON'T. FIGHT. ME.” His tone of voice left no room for misunderstandings.

She looked at him with tear-filled, pleading eyes: “I don't want to do this!”

He moved his face closer and she could feel his hot breath on her lips.

“Sure you do!” he said in a softer voice, almost seductive. His face so close she had to look away to be able to breathe.

“Look at me” he demanded.

“I-I can't” she whispered, her head turned away from his intense gaze.

“LOOK AT ME!” he roared.

She cringed under his fury.

“At least take those goggles off” she pleaded.

For a moment he didn't move, then he slowly raised his hand and for the first time removed his goggles. She inhaled sharply when her eyes met his glittering, silvery gaze.

“So it's true” she whispered.

He smirked: “Satisfied?”

She couldn't take her eyes off of his, they were beautiful!


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Arche: A little impatient, are we? Anyway, It makes me happy! Enjoy!

Death: (Feels weird, writing to death... a little like "Meet Joe Black") Here we go, Hope you´ll like it.