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M through R › Pitch Black
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,169
Reviews:
63
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
1
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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.
The very far end of consent
Disclaimer: Don´t own, don´t make any money. The usual....
Feedback: The more I get, the more inspired I am to write!
WARNING: Themes of non-consensual intercourse.
Chapter 6 The very far end of consent
She didn't resist much more when he kissed her, when he removed her pants and she lay naked under him, when he caressed her body or when he entered her. His thick member filled her completely and slowly he pushed all the way inside, making them both moan with pleasure.
Her body responded to his touch but her mind was not quite taking part of the act. Images from another time and another place ripped through her mind…
Riddick started with long, slow strokes but soon he picked up the pace and pounded into her faster and faster and she could sense that he was soon about to climax. She came to a little and lay her arms around his back for support, or for encourage, she couldn't tell which. In spasms he shot his hot semen into her and collapsed on top of her, still supporting some of his weight on his arms though, not to crush her underneath him.
She still had her arms around his back, but now she felt awkward, she didn't really know what to do with them, she just held them there.
Riddick got up and pulled up his pants. He had never actually undressed.
She lay still with an empty expression on her face. She felt hollow, used, dirty, confused… One part of her felt raped.
Hell, she was raped!
But she knew she had felt pleasure, been excited, wet, and she was so embarrassed that HE knew.
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Riddick ignored her for a while. Let the bitch deal with it, he thought. Finally he got tired of seeing her there, or perhaps he pitied her.
He crouched next to her: “You ok?”
She looked at him – goggles back on – but didn't say anything.
“Oh come on, it wasn't that bad” he said, almost as a question. “I know you liked it! At least part of it” he said teasingly.
When she still didn't answer or even move he shrugged and rose and tossed her the pants and the top.
“Get up!” it was an order.
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She slowly started to rise and could feel how sore she was. She wasn't worried about her baby, Riddick had actually been quite gentle and she knew the baby would be ok even through a rather rough act, but she had to get away from this situation. What would he do to her when she grew bigger?
God! They could be in space for months and now they had no cryochambers to slow metabolism.
She dressed and went to sit in the co-pilots seat, arms hugging her knees.
Riddick studied her with an expressionless face.
“You got a name?” he asked.
She cleared her throat: “Karyn. Karyn Wade.”
He held out his hand: “Well hello Karyn Wade! I'm Riddick. Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer.” His lips curved up in a smile that never really reached his eyes. She hesitantly took his hand… oh those strong hands that had both given her such pleasure and hurt her…, and shook it.
“I know who you are” she said shyly. His lips parted in a more genuine smile now.
“You do, huh!?” he leaned in closer, making her shrink back a little, “And still you have the guts to fight me? Ain´t you afraid I'll go shiv happy on your ass?”
“It's not like I can expect the fucking cavalry to come to my rescue!” she spat, “Of course I'm afraid of you! I'm fucking nothing but afraid!”
He threw his head back and roared with laughter. Then he removed his goggles and nailed her with his gaze:
“Oh, I believe fear is not the only feeling you're experiencing, is it?” Her cheeks blushed and her mouth went dry. With her heart beating faster she turned her head away, she didn't want to answer THAT. She flinched when she felt his hands on her thighs, her head snapped back and she met his mercury stare, realizing he was still expecting an answer. She gulped:
“I – I…” she stuttered. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. She looked down, unable to face him.
“No” she whispered, feeling a stir in her stomach. What the hell was wrong with her? Allowing a murderous, raping bastard make her feel things you should only share with your lover? He was beautiful, no doubt, with his caramel colored skin, his full lips, liquid silvery eyes and not to mention that amazing body, but that's just outer characteristics!
A smirk spread across his face and he stood up, at last giving her some space.
Finally she felt how tired she was. She hadn't slept for at least 36 hours; she'd been under constant pressure, hungry, hiding, beaten, in pain and semi-raped.
“Riddick” she asked. “Can I sleep?”
“Sure,” he nodded, “come on.” He guided her to a rear part of the crew cabin and directed her towards a narrow bed with a pillow and a blanket on it.
She slept before her head hit the pillow.
Lily and Arche: I´m happy that you´re still around! See, they got closer... and cliffies are not a bad thing! I might be able to post tomorrow also, but then I´ll be gone for a week. Without computer! Take care./Nic.
Feedback: The more I get, the more inspired I am to write!
WARNING: Themes of non-consensual intercourse.
Chapter 6 The very far end of consent
She didn't resist much more when he kissed her, when he removed her pants and she lay naked under him, when he caressed her body or when he entered her. His thick member filled her completely and slowly he pushed all the way inside, making them both moan with pleasure.
Her body responded to his touch but her mind was not quite taking part of the act. Images from another time and another place ripped through her mind…
Riddick started with long, slow strokes but soon he picked up the pace and pounded into her faster and faster and she could sense that he was soon about to climax. She came to a little and lay her arms around his back for support, or for encourage, she couldn't tell which. In spasms he shot his hot semen into her and collapsed on top of her, still supporting some of his weight on his arms though, not to crush her underneath him.
She still had her arms around his back, but now she felt awkward, she didn't really know what to do with them, she just held them there.
Riddick got up and pulled up his pants. He had never actually undressed.
She lay still with an empty expression on her face. She felt hollow, used, dirty, confused… One part of her felt raped.
Hell, she was raped!
But she knew she had felt pleasure, been excited, wet, and she was so embarrassed that HE knew.
**************************************************
Riddick ignored her for a while. Let the bitch deal with it, he thought. Finally he got tired of seeing her there, or perhaps he pitied her.
He crouched next to her: “You ok?”
She looked at him – goggles back on – but didn't say anything.
“Oh come on, it wasn't that bad” he said, almost as a question. “I know you liked it! At least part of it” he said teasingly.
When she still didn't answer or even move he shrugged and rose and tossed her the pants and the top.
“Get up!” it was an order.
***************************************************
She slowly started to rise and could feel how sore she was. She wasn't worried about her baby, Riddick had actually been quite gentle and she knew the baby would be ok even through a rather rough act, but she had to get away from this situation. What would he do to her when she grew bigger?
God! They could be in space for months and now they had no cryochambers to slow metabolism.
She dressed and went to sit in the co-pilots seat, arms hugging her knees.
Riddick studied her with an expressionless face.
“You got a name?” he asked.
She cleared her throat: “Karyn. Karyn Wade.”
He held out his hand: “Well hello Karyn Wade! I'm Riddick. Richard B. Riddick, escaped convict, murderer.” His lips curved up in a smile that never really reached his eyes. She hesitantly took his hand… oh those strong hands that had both given her such pleasure and hurt her…, and shook it.
“I know who you are” she said shyly. His lips parted in a more genuine smile now.
“You do, huh!?” he leaned in closer, making her shrink back a little, “And still you have the guts to fight me? Ain´t you afraid I'll go shiv happy on your ass?”
“It's not like I can expect the fucking cavalry to come to my rescue!” she spat, “Of course I'm afraid of you! I'm fucking nothing but afraid!”
He threw his head back and roared with laughter. Then he removed his goggles and nailed her with his gaze:
“Oh, I believe fear is not the only feeling you're experiencing, is it?” Her cheeks blushed and her mouth went dry. With her heart beating faster she turned her head away, she didn't want to answer THAT. She flinched when she felt his hands on her thighs, her head snapped back and she met his mercury stare, realizing he was still expecting an answer. She gulped:
“I – I…” she stuttered. He raised his eyebrows expectantly. She looked down, unable to face him.
“No” she whispered, feeling a stir in her stomach. What the hell was wrong with her? Allowing a murderous, raping bastard make her feel things you should only share with your lover? He was beautiful, no doubt, with his caramel colored skin, his full lips, liquid silvery eyes and not to mention that amazing body, but that's just outer characteristics!
A smirk spread across his face and he stood up, at last giving her some space.
Finally she felt how tired she was. She hadn't slept for at least 36 hours; she'd been under constant pressure, hungry, hiding, beaten, in pain and semi-raped.
“Riddick” she asked. “Can I sleep?”
“Sure,” he nodded, “come on.” He guided her to a rear part of the crew cabin and directed her towards a narrow bed with a pillow and a blanket on it.
She slept before her head hit the pillow.
Lily and Arche: I´m happy that you´re still around! See, they got closer... and cliffies are not a bad thing! I might be able to post tomorrow also, but then I´ll be gone for a week. Without computer! Take care./Nic.