Slave Planet: WAR OF THE BLOOD FIENDS!
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Category:
M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
10,037
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pitch Black, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
interlude
Riddick got busy skinning the animal and cutting steaks from its stocky thighs. Lissa said the thing was called a jpotte and they were considered both incredibly vicious and incredibly rare. Thing was, this one was a male and each male usually moved about with a mate and sometimes two mates. The slavegirl added that jpottes were semi-intelligent creatures and they had a reputation for holding a grudge.
"Shit, you mean there might be two more of these pissed off fuckers around here?" Banin looked worried.
Riddick smiled.....sorta. "Don't worry your pretty head Banin, maybe its not that fond of girls....know what I mean..sister?"
Banin's face turned red with anger but his aching mose reminded him that taking Riddick on face to face might be a bad idea. Better to bide his time.
"Oh no, Mr. Banin is a stud, nobody ever made me cum like he did," Jelli chirped in.
Banin's chest swelled with pride and he looked towards the begoggled one with a smirk on his face. Riddick wasn't paying attention anymore. He carefully placed the jpotte steaks on the skillet. A very aromatic odor greeted his senses. Nice.
Lissa busied herself by applying some anti-biotic salve to Giella's scratched back. The long red streak across the girl's shoulders looked nasty but thankfully it wasn't very deep. Giella winced slightly during the treatment but everyone knew how lucky she had been. Riddick didn't much care for the idea of his fav slavegirl getting hurt. He admitted to himself that he was growing a bit attached to the big tittied blond. Problem.
Riddick tore into the meat as soon as it finished cooking. The rest were a bit tentative at first, but after watching the bald one wolf down a large steak they gave it a try. Soon the little group was happily smacking their lips at the surprisingly savory treat. There is nothing like fresh killed meat and despite its frightening demeanor, the jpotte's flesh had a very mild, pleasing taste.
"Eat up everybody, we can't take it with us," Riddick advised.
Rarn was the first to ask for more. "It tastes like chicken," he said.
"What's chicken?" Giella asked.
Rarn had difficulty answering as he gnawed down another tender mouthful. "I don't know but that's what it tastes like, I'm certain of it."
Everyone stared at Rarn for a second before Banin threw a rock that hit the slaveboy square in the chest. "Whatever a fucking chicken it, it has to be ten times smarter than you, fucktard."
Rarn's eyes started to tear up but that didn't stop him from eating. He was a pack animal now and he needed his strength.
After stuffing themselves everyone got on their feet and loaded up their stuff. They groaned and puffed as bloated stomachs got in the way. Soon, they trudged on, contemplating the journey ahead and the very interesting lunch they'd just experienced. Lissa cursed Rarn strenuously after the slaveboy farted loudly in her face. "You de-balled bastard, do that again and I'll shove my foot up your ass!"
Riddick poped a bit of fresh lunge leaf in his mouth. He had been well fed and now his thoughts moved to other things. Plenty of time for that later he told himself. He needed to keep an eye out for other jpottes. Giella sucked some animal fat off her finger as she turned slightly to smile a Riddick. Damn.
It basically never rained this time of year on Tronas so naturally Riddick wasn't a bit surprised when the sky darkened and the wind picked up suddenly. This wasn't good, they hadn't even bothered to pack any sort of tent or shelter. Getting soaked to the skin and spending a miserable night underneath a soggy blanket was gonna be a mutherfucker. Shit.
"Hey Riddick, come here," Banin yelled back.
Riddick quick-stepped up to the youthful offworlder. "What's up?" He asked.
"It looks like its gonna storm like hell," Banin answered.
"No shit," Riddick answered. "What the fuck can we do about it? Pull tents out of our asses?"
"Just shut the fuck up for a second. The first time I came through here with slaves was with a guy name Roans. Just ahead of here there is a faint little trail that takes you to the ruins of a real old city. Roans and me went up there once to look for relics, somebody told him they'd found some gold there once. Anyhow, it might be a good idea to make for that place, we should have some half decent shelter there. This fucking storm could last all night and I done got wet once today."
"How far?" Riddick asked.
Banin scratched his chin. "Well it would be about 45 minutes if we walk, running we could make it in fifteen."
"OK, everybody," Riddick shouted. "let's haul some ass unless you wanna drown to death." He turned to Banin, "lead on...MOVE IT!"
Riddick quickly unlocked the slave chain and off they all ran with Banin in the lead. After a couple of minutes he veered off the trail to the left. The sky blackened and a few droplets fell as they raced full speed down the less worn pathway. Riddick yelled encouragement. "Don't worry about finding the trail, just stay up with Banin...go, GO!"
They ran until everyone gasped for air. Occasionally one of the girls screamed when a limp whacked them across the face or breasts. Rarn stumbled once and ran headlong into a tree but his head was hard and he quickly recoverd, still he fell to the back and struggled mightily to keep up with the steadily disappearing figure of Riddick who ran next to last. The sky was completely black and lightening cracked with a deafening roar much to close to the fleeing group. The lightening gave Rarn's legs new life and soon he raced back to the front of the pack, just behind Bain. Tears of fear streamed down his face as he blew snot from his burning nostrils.
Suddenly, they broke into a clearing. The dirt trail gave away to an ancient stone pavillion. Huge, haunting ruins reached up to the sky, framed by awesome lightening that crossed the horizon. Shit, Riddick thought. Even he was impressed. They paused for a moment catching their breath. The rain began to fall for real. "C'mon," Bain yelled. "You can sightsee later, right now let's find a nice hotel and keep our asses dry!"
"Shit, you mean there might be two more of these pissed off fuckers around here?" Banin looked worried.
Riddick smiled.....sorta. "Don't worry your pretty head Banin, maybe its not that fond of girls....know what I mean..sister?"
Banin's face turned red with anger but his aching mose reminded him that taking Riddick on face to face might be a bad idea. Better to bide his time.
"Oh no, Mr. Banin is a stud, nobody ever made me cum like he did," Jelli chirped in.
Banin's chest swelled with pride and he looked towards the begoggled one with a smirk on his face. Riddick wasn't paying attention anymore. He carefully placed the jpotte steaks on the skillet. A very aromatic odor greeted his senses. Nice.
Lissa busied herself by applying some anti-biotic salve to Giella's scratched back. The long red streak across the girl's shoulders looked nasty but thankfully it wasn't very deep. Giella winced slightly during the treatment but everyone knew how lucky she had been. Riddick didn't much care for the idea of his fav slavegirl getting hurt. He admitted to himself that he was growing a bit attached to the big tittied blond. Problem.
Riddick tore into the meat as soon as it finished cooking. The rest were a bit tentative at first, but after watching the bald one wolf down a large steak they gave it a try. Soon the little group was happily smacking their lips at the surprisingly savory treat. There is nothing like fresh killed meat and despite its frightening demeanor, the jpotte's flesh had a very mild, pleasing taste.
"Eat up everybody, we can't take it with us," Riddick advised.
Rarn was the first to ask for more. "It tastes like chicken," he said.
"What's chicken?" Giella asked.
Rarn had difficulty answering as he gnawed down another tender mouthful. "I don't know but that's what it tastes like, I'm certain of it."
Everyone stared at Rarn for a second before Banin threw a rock that hit the slaveboy square in the chest. "Whatever a fucking chicken it, it has to be ten times smarter than you, fucktard."
Rarn's eyes started to tear up but that didn't stop him from eating. He was a pack animal now and he needed his strength.
After stuffing themselves everyone got on their feet and loaded up their stuff. They groaned and puffed as bloated stomachs got in the way. Soon, they trudged on, contemplating the journey ahead and the very interesting lunch they'd just experienced. Lissa cursed Rarn strenuously after the slaveboy farted loudly in her face. "You de-balled bastard, do that again and I'll shove my foot up your ass!"
Riddick poped a bit of fresh lunge leaf in his mouth. He had been well fed and now his thoughts moved to other things. Plenty of time for that later he told himself. He needed to keep an eye out for other jpottes. Giella sucked some animal fat off her finger as she turned slightly to smile a Riddick. Damn.
It basically never rained this time of year on Tronas so naturally Riddick wasn't a bit surprised when the sky darkened and the wind picked up suddenly. This wasn't good, they hadn't even bothered to pack any sort of tent or shelter. Getting soaked to the skin and spending a miserable night underneath a soggy blanket was gonna be a mutherfucker. Shit.
"Hey Riddick, come here," Banin yelled back.
Riddick quick-stepped up to the youthful offworlder. "What's up?" He asked.
"It looks like its gonna storm like hell," Banin answered.
"No shit," Riddick answered. "What the fuck can we do about it? Pull tents out of our asses?"
"Just shut the fuck up for a second. The first time I came through here with slaves was with a guy name Roans. Just ahead of here there is a faint little trail that takes you to the ruins of a real old city. Roans and me went up there once to look for relics, somebody told him they'd found some gold there once. Anyhow, it might be a good idea to make for that place, we should have some half decent shelter there. This fucking storm could last all night and I done got wet once today."
"How far?" Riddick asked.
Banin scratched his chin. "Well it would be about 45 minutes if we walk, running we could make it in fifteen."
"OK, everybody," Riddick shouted. "let's haul some ass unless you wanna drown to death." He turned to Banin, "lead on...MOVE IT!"
Riddick quickly unlocked the slave chain and off they all ran with Banin in the lead. After a couple of minutes he veered off the trail to the left. The sky blackened and a few droplets fell as they raced full speed down the less worn pathway. Riddick yelled encouragement. "Don't worry about finding the trail, just stay up with Banin...go, GO!"
They ran until everyone gasped for air. Occasionally one of the girls screamed when a limp whacked them across the face or breasts. Rarn stumbled once and ran headlong into a tree but his head was hard and he quickly recoverd, still he fell to the back and struggled mightily to keep up with the steadily disappearing figure of Riddick who ran next to last. The sky was completely black and lightening cracked with a deafening roar much to close to the fleeing group. The lightening gave Rarn's legs new life and soon he raced back to the front of the pack, just behind Bain. Tears of fear streamed down his face as he blew snot from his burning nostrils.
Suddenly, they broke into a clearing. The dirt trail gave away to an ancient stone pavillion. Huge, haunting ruins reached up to the sky, framed by awesome lightening that crossed the horizon. Shit, Riddick thought. Even he was impressed. They paused for a moment catching their breath. The rain began to fall for real. "C'mon," Bain yelled. "You can sightsee later, right now let's find a nice hotel and keep our asses dry!"