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A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 01

By: minxfic



Chapter 1

Riddick leaned forwards on the metal railings, and inhaled the cool night air. The day had been a hot one but now, late in the evening, it was pleasantly cool. Riddick felt calm; even he needed to unwind just for a short while. The drink in his hand was the weapon of choice and the sounds drifting from the hotel’s bar told him that others were also in the mood for relaxation.

There was safety in numbers, for Riddick, and for the moment those ‘numbers’ were the revelling party-goers moving easily around him, unaware of his real identity. Dressed in plain attire, with his darkened aviator’s glasses to protect his eyes. A few people had said ‘hello’ and a few more had decided to give the big man a wide berth. So he stood, out on the balcony, alone in the darkness. He removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

Yesterday he’d finally ditched the mercs that had been following him for the last few days.  They used the run down spaceport, next to the hotel, as their base of operations. While Riddick had been reconnoitring the port, to see if the mercs had returned or were still following his false trail, he had noticed that the hotel conveniently overlooked the port. He’d tidied himself up and entered it .Walking swiftly through the entrance lobby, he located the stairs to the roof. Climbing them he then spent a good few hours watching the comings and goings from the port. To his knowledge they hadn’t returned.

So tomorrow had would fly off to the job. He expected it to be an easy one. Just a stalk and slash, and then one less sicko no longer living in the universe. Riddick needed the regular work, the money was good . It gave him the freedom to do as he pleased. The games with the mercs was, just that, a game. He enjoyed giving them a run for their money, sending them around in circles, hoping they’d vanish up there own arses.

The variety of mercs never ceased to amaze Riddick. This particular pair spent more time arguing and fighting than trying to catch him. He’d gotten close to them a number of times and thought they were in the wrong line of work. Certainly no serious danger. Yeah, he could’ve killed them, but to be fair every time he got close to them he couldn’t help thinking he was wasting his time. Two less bodies were two less bodies, so he let them be… deciding he was going soft.

Riddick finished his drink and set the empty glass on the table next to him; he’d get a refill in a minute. He grasped the railing and with a yawn he stretched and looked out across the grounds of the hotel. Below him was a pool of still water, reflecting the dual light of the twin moons.

[i} After all the time I’ve spent away from my home world, you think I’d be used to seeing more than one moon at a time.{/i}

Riddick had spent very little time on his home world of Earth. It only had one moon, unusual in comparison with many planets. Riddick could remember looking at it as a child, staring up at the clouds drifting across its luminescent face. Even at a very young age the night had held no fears for Riddick, he enjoyed the darkness. The shine job had just given him an extra edge. 

With his enhanced vision he caught a shadowy movement, he focused on it and watched as two women walked out onto the grounds. They passed the pool and walked arm in arm out across the stone flagged courtyard, their shoes heels clattering in the darkness. One was dark haired, the other blonde, and both were dressed in short skirts made for enjoying the summer weather. Riddick watched them lazily as they walked down the steps to the lawn and out across the lawn beyond.

The blonde stopped, bringing the brunette to a halt. She bent down directly in front of Riddick. From his vantage point on the balcony he watched her skirt riding high up her thighs. He frowned wondering why, nice as it was, she had stopped. Ahhh…she was unbuckling her shoes. Riddick grinned, he’d noticed her teetering on them as the women had crossed the flag stones to the lawn.

She finally got them off; swinging her arm wildly she threw them in an extravagant fashion across the lawn. Riddick chuckled; he could never understand why women wore such stupid, tight, impractical clothing.

The second girl was giggling at her friend’s irritation; taking her friends hands, she spun her round. They collapsed in a heap, laughing after only a couple of turns and lay on the grass looking at each other. The brunette ran her fingers down her friends face and then leaned forward and kissed her. The blonde took only a second to respond before kissing her back. 

Riddick arched an eyebrow. This wasn’t an exchange between two friends. His interest in the women increased a few notches. They finally broke the lingering kiss and looked at each other for a few moments, before they got to their feet. Holding hands they resumed their walk across the lawn, the brunette woman pointed to a clump of trees at the bottom of the sloping gardens.

Riddick changed his mind about getting another drink--this was an opportunity not to be missed. He turned to walk inside to the bar, putting on his darkened glasses. Riddick’s presence went unnoticed. He exited the bar and walked down a flight of stairs. He was sure there weren’t too many couples lurking outside, besides, he would scent them before he could see them.

Opening the door to the welcoming darkness, he followed the path the women had taken across the stone flags and down the steps and on to the grass. The night was still, which made tracking them even easier. He ambled down the sloping grass until he was a few feet from the copse of tress. He sniffed the air-- this was so easy. There was a hushed giggle to the right of him; he approached quietly, trying not to disturb the undergrowth. Using their scent, he closed in on them until he was twenty feet from the busy women.

Using the shadows to hide himself he leant casually against a tree. Riddick peered through the branches. He could see them sitting on a small patch of grass amongst the trees. The setting looked a little magical, with shafts of moonlight piercing the gloom, reflecting off the silver bark and casting exotic shapes on the woodland floor. The two women appeared to be the centrepiece of some erotic night time fairytale.

They were sitting close together, legs curled under them. The blonde was brushing the long, tangled hair off the face of the brunette. Her lips were moving but her voice was too low to hear. Her tender actions, however, betrayed her, she was clearly lusting after the person sitting in front of her.

The brunette was responding in kind to the woman’s caresses, kissing her hand and rubbing her outstretched arms. They were completely absorbed with each other; they shuffled closer together and began kissing. Riddick didn’t think of himself as a voyeur, more an opportunist. If they were good he might want to join in. The fact they might not want him did not occur to him. The brunette stretched out on her side pulling her partner with her. She undid the straps of her blonde friends top and pulled it off over her head. The light from the twins moon’s making the blondes skin appear to glow.

“Hmmmm…” Riddick licked his lips. “Beautiful.”

Riddick could scent their desire from his vantage point. They began to take turns exploring each others bodies. The brunette would lead and try something and then the blonde followed. First she caressed her friend’s breasts and began suckling a nipple. Then she began kissing the blondes stomach and thighs. The blonde caught on fast and followed her teacher’s moves until eventually she was the instigator, pushing the other woman onto her back, taking the initiative and bending her head to her task. Riddick watched as she began to explore the brunette’s body with her tongue, her hands constantly massaging and teasing the aroused body under her.

Without thinking Riddick’s hand slid down the front of his pants. He rubbed himself a couple of times before becoming aware of his actions. The thought of easing his own ache was tempting but it would be all the sweeter if the women did it for him. He placed both hands on the trunk of the tree and bit his bottom lip, concentrating on the rough uneven bark under his hands. The brunette’s face came clearly into view as she lifted her head, a thin sheen of perspiration was clearly visible in the moonlight; she arched her back and began to moan. Riddick smiled, listening to her.

She was now panting hard and writhing in the grass with the blonde licking and suckling her clit. Now Riddick knew why they had come down here, the writhing woman was incredibly noisy. Riddick grinned, he always liked a girl that showed her appreciation and the brunette was doing just that for the woman now pressed against her. He took advantage of her moaning to hide any noise he might make moving a little closer. He was now about ten feet from them and had a delicious view of the excited woman reaching her climax. The blonde was fucking her for all she was worth. She was moving with her partner’s body; pinching, rubbing and fingering whilst her mouth roamed across her. The brunette cried out, a totally indecipherable phrase, her voice echoing around the trees. The blonde wrapped her arms around the trembling woman and laid her face on her friend’s stomach, holding her through her final moments.

Riddick realised he was breathing hard starting to get a little too aroused. They were much too good for just watching--this was the time to make his move. He crouched low. He slipped silently from his hiding place. The women lay, eyes closed, wrapped in each other, recovering. He crept up to them, pressing his shiv gently into the skin beneath the blonde’s ear. She gasped but couldn’t move as Riddick used his weight to push her down and on top of her partner to stop any sort of attack. 

“Now, you don’t really want to move from that position, do you?” Riddick’s tone was smooth and inviting and held no discernible threat. “You both looked like you were having so much fun I wanted to join you.”

The women had been caught completely off guard. They looked at each other, their eyes wide. Riddick felt that they were no threat to him.  He carefully reduced his weight on the blonde’s back, allowing her to sit up and relieve the pressure on her friend.

Riddick sank down on his haunches, so close he could feel the heat from their bodies. He looked from one to the other.
 ”Now do I need this…?” motioning to his shiv,” or are you both going to play nice?”

The women looked at each other again. Fearlessly the brunette said, “You look like a reasonable fella, if you don’t hurt us, we won’t hurt you!”

Riddick chuckled and smiled, “I don’t [i] want[/i] to hurt either of you”. He flipped the shiv in the air and with alarming speed it disappeared into his jacket. He had made his point. He slipped the jacket off to show that his intentions were good and tossed it aside, following it with his shirt. Both the women had remained where they were, watching Riddick strip; the blonde girl involuntarily licking her lips.

Riddick decided to stop at his pants but unbuttoned them for good measure. His need for them could be clearly seen through the tight leather. He knelt down next to them and started to run his hands over their bodies, one woman to each hand.

“Now, introductions, I’m Rick…what are your names?” He arched his eyebrows, a small smile appearing on his face. He was enjoying the game.

Riddick didn’t really expect a reply to the partly rhetorical question. He bent down to the blonde very slowly; keeping his eyes on her face, his mouth was moving towards her breasts. He didn’t think that they would try and fight him but he was always careful. If she let him do this he was home and dry. He reached her nipple and flicked it with his tongue, then began to suck hungrily.

A voice behind him said,” I’m Lucy and this is Clara.”

Riddick sat up on his heels. He kissed Clara, the taste of Lucy was still in her mouth. Turning to Lucy he looked into her eyes and kissed her too.

“I’m very pleased to meet you both.”



A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 02



Riddick was as horny as hell. Watching the brunette come had been unbearably erotic. His rock hard cock was tucked up tight against his warm, moist flesh, just aching to be let out. His legendary self control was leeching away moment by agonising moment. He'd really felt like jerking off, while he'd been watching them, and for him that was unusual. 

Surprising the women had caused a surge of adrenaline to flood through his body. Now, kneeling beside them, the adrenaline high was receding. To be replaced by a renewed throbbing in his groin. He ran his tough calloused hands over their beautiful caramel and snow white skin. They rested hip to hip. Clara sat upright, astride Lucy; their bodies looked as if they were joined neatly together as one.

Riddick couldn't keep his hands off them. He could feel the tremors running through their bodies as he caressed them both. Clara's skin felt smooth and velvety, it was milk white in colour and tantalising. Lucy's mane of dark hair was her most impressive feature, it trailed across her shoulders and breasts and spilled out across the dew damp grass. Riddick was careful not to tangle his fingers in it while stroking her neck.

The iridescent moonlight created contrasting shadows on their skin. It highlighted their breasts and myriads of curves. Long blonde hair, swept back, across one anxious face was complimented by the dark thick curls of the other.

Still lying on her back, Lucy's gaze was courageous, holding Riddick's for just a little too long. Her earlier, boldly made, remark now forgotten in the tense atmosphere. To Riddick her well defined cheek bones and an aquiline nose, sat badly with her suspicious eyes. They remained together, content with their close contact; awaiting his next move. Neither displayed any outwards signs of fear. He was perfectly aware of how other people viewed him, especially women. He could snap their necks, or find their sweet spot with his shiv, in the blink of an eye. 

Riddick fondled them both, spoilt for choice. He didn't lie to himself. He'd followed the women for one reason and one reason only. They had looked fun and obliging and he was intent on asking. He was getting real tired of paying for it. Riddick's sex drive was almost as legendary as his skill with a shiv, unfortunately it wasn't so much of a crowd puller.

Riddick walked a fine line in his sexual encounters. Even if he never had to hold a woman down, he would take what he wanted if not given freely. Usually merely gazing at his next conquest with his preternatural eyes was enough to encourage submission.

Tonight, Riddick's mood was better than it had been in a long while. He was intent on making sure the women enjoyed themselves as well. His only reservation was what one would do whilst he was playing with the other. Even he wasn't strong enough to fuck one woman and hang on to a second. Would she try and run, leave her friend behind? Riddick wasn't sure.

Riddick moved closer to Clara putting his arm around her, pulling her gently backwards for better access. He bent his head to where the two women were joined, two heads of different coloured curls ready for exploration. He inhaled deeply and then swirling his tongue quickly across both their labia's he tasted them both. His tongue began to push in amongst their folds and his teeth grazed the lips of their sex. He held them firmly, his fingers digging in to the flesh of their upper arms. He would not allow them movement either for their enjoyment or as a chance to escape.

His efforts were rewarded with soft sighs from both of them. Out of the corner of his eye he could see them finding each others hands, their fingers entwining. He was unsure if this was in lust or reassurance, either way he didn't care. With a smile on his busy lips Riddick continued to suck and lick flicking his tongue roughly over their clits. He probed deeper, first with Clara, savouring their taste. Tonguing both of them at the same time was the pinnacle of arousal for Riddick.

He gripped Clara harder as she began to squirm. She was dripping wet and Riddick lapped at her. Her skin was flushed with excitement. Her hands gripped his shoulder tightly. Riddick hissed as her nails dug into his flesh. He released Clara and she slumped backwards. Moving to kneel next to her, her began massaging her thighs with his large hands, running them up her torso and then, teasingly, back down.

He looked over to Lucy, who had sat up, but otherwise remained static, waiting for Riddick's direction. With a sharp jerk of his head he motioned that she should join him. She rolled on to her knees lightly and wriggled over to her friend. Taking one hand off Clara's body he wrapped it around Lucy's wrist. That was all Riddick felt he needed, for control of her again.

He stopped his massaging of Lucy's body, with his remaining hand, and quickly sank his fingers into her. He began to rhythmically twist them and slide in and out of her tightness, while his mouth found a hard nipple. Riddick didn't know what was the more arousing; watching his hands sink into her, or to feel her slick wetness running down his wrist.

As he worked on Clara, Riddick could hear Lucy breathing hard again. She was becoming very aroused again. Riddick looked at her, she stared back. Her posture was sullen and he eyes blank. From her demeanour he got the feeling she was jealous at Clara's response to him. 

"Don't you like me playing with your toy?" He asked. Lucy narrowed her eyes but didn't answer.

He spread the fingers of his hand, and unwrapped them from her wrist. Her arm was resting against her body. Riddick traced a circular pattern across her golden brown abdomen and then down to her own folds. He continued to watch her. He was in control here and she would do as he wanted. A single finger toyed with her. Her breathing hitched. She bit her bottom lip. Riddick smiled slyly, and thrust his fingers hard into her. She inhaled sharply and raised herself off her knees and spread her thighs. He now had both women exactly where he wanted them. Riddick grinned, thoroughly enjoying himself, both were writhing and moaning. His cock twitched in response to their arousing sounds.

Riddick had decided to take no chances with either woman running from him. He had no real intention of hurting them, but they didn't know that. He could be a sadistic bastard when he wanted to be. He pulled his fingers from inside them, Clara whimpered unhappily.

He sat back on his heels. Lucy had already come and would, maybe, need more time to recover. Clara was certainly ready. She pushed herself up onto her elbows and looked up at him, her aroused body and half closed eyes pushing Riddick's senses. He wanted to take her in his arms, turn her over, and fuck her right there.

Instead Riddick stood up. He offered his hands to her, helping her to her feet. He swallowed hard, pulled her close and kissed her. She was the tastiest fucking thing he'd ever held. Bending her backwards as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and letting her sample the remains of her own taste. Riddick was being rough with her, reinforcing who was in charge of the situation. He pulled away, gazing intently, allowing her to fully appreciate his silvery stare. She lowered her eyes not wanting to provoke the predator. Her posture was one of complete submission.

Riddick doubted he needed to say it, but did anyway. "Stand there. "It wasn't a request.

Turning, he pulled Lucy, to her feet. He grasped her shoulder and steered her in front of him, making her walk to the nearest sturdy tree. He wanted her safely secured. He knew it would make them to feel vulnerable too.

"I'm not going to hurt her, and I won't hurt you either, if you do as you're told," he said. She stopped in front of the tree, being unable to proceed any further. She turned to face him, and nodded. She sank to the ground and looked across to Clara.

Riddick produced a length of fine thread from his pants pocket. The thread was, exceedingly thin, but very strong. Riddick quickly made two loops, and bent down, to push Lucy's hands into them. He then tightened the loops and wound the thread around the tree. He secured it with a knot. Leaning close to Lucy he held her chin and tilted her head up.

"If you pull against this", he said," It will tighten, and cut into your skin." He looked directly into Lucy's eyes," Be smart, don't pull." 

He turned away from her, and walked back to Clara, who was still standing in the grassy clearing. As he walked Riddick unzipped his pants and freed his throbbing cock. He took himself in hand. He walked around Clara admiring her, all the while stroking himself.

She was his perfect shape. Plump of flesh. Plenty of curves, Riddick liked something to hang on to. Her beautiful body wasn't unblemished though. Horizontal marks on her back bore testament to someone's enthusiasm with a whip earlier in her life.

"Who did this?" Riddick asked. His fingers brushed against the uneven scars. Clara pushed herself against his hands, but tensed as she answered. "A lover."

Riddick arched an eyebrow, with the unexpected reply.

He'd assumed she'd been beaten for a crime, but her stripes were from a different punishment. Sometimes he liked to indulge with a whip, but the girls who would let him, normally charged too much for his pocket. Tonight he wouldn't need that, just fucking twice would be good enough.

He stopped pacing around her and leaned across, taking her hand and placing it around his cock. She gripped him tight. Riddick smiled at her in reassurance. He licked his lips and kissed her, meeting her tongue as it snaked to meet his. He then ran his tongue down her neck to her breasts. But he didn't go straight for the nipple, he slid his tongue down the underside of her breast, lifting it gently and nipping the soft skin. Then moved across her body and suckled the other, revelling in their taste and soft form.

Clara responded with a shiver and pressed herself to his tongue. She began to stroke his chest with her free hand, exploring his well defined muscles. He ran his fingers down her curves until he reached the dip just above her hipbones, and stroked gently with his thumbs. Clara held her breath, and then sighed as he moved his mouth to them, and licked the pressure points. He knelt and moved his attentions to her head of curls, burying his face in them. Probing with his tongue into her once again, Clara leaned against him and rubbed a hand over his smooth scalp.

Riddick wasn't going to last much longer, whether she was ready or not he was going to take her. Wrapping his arms around her. He pushed his knee into the back of her legs. She folded neatly and slid to the ground. His cock slipped out of her grasp and she grabbed on to Riddick's arms as he lowered himself onto her. He spread her legs with his knee, and bracing himself on one elbow, he slid the other hand down her body until he found her mound. Riddick could not leave her alone. Her taste, her feel was the best he'd had in a long time. She stared into his eyes, her fear of him tingeing her lust. Riddick smiled again, trying to convince her that he wasn't going to hurt her.

He made himself wait just a few moments longer, slowing his breathing. Nothing would frighten her more than a panting animal on top of her. He wanted a woman screaming out her climax under him, not screaming in fear tonight. He gently played with her, squeezing her clit and pushing one finger gently around and inside her folds before sliding it inside her. He kissed her and she began to push up at him just a little, gaining in confidence. Riddick knew she wouldn't soften up much more and lined his cock up and pushed hard inside her. Clara closed her eyes and whimpered. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Lucy tense. She'd watched the whole time, fearing for her partner. 

Riddick was swamped by the intense sensations, as he pushed into her. Only during sex was he completely vulnerable. That was the main reason he'd never had a long time partner, he couldn't trust anyone enough to repeatedly show them his weaknesses. Sliding out a little, he thrust into Clara again, knowing his size would be stretching her senses, as well as her muscles. He thrust back and forth, long and hard, pushing deeply into her. She had wrapped her legs around his back and hung on to him.

Riddick rested his head in the crook of her neck and listened to her intensity build. Ting moans began to escape her. He loved to hear a woman being brought to the brink. Clara's breathing had become harsh and tight, she literally shook when he pushed inside her, he knew she wasn't far off. Riddick could feel himself tightening, Clara came suddenly, her head snapping back and her hips grinding into him, and he continued to ride her, letting her intensity dull. Riddick took a couple of deep breaths and then he allowed his own release, in which he became completely vulnerable. The waves of his orgasm swept over him, engulfing his mind and reducing his body to just a sweating, heaving mass.

Riddick lay for several minutes, propped up on and elbow so as not to crush the exhausted woman below. He felt in no immediate danger and just for once had the luxury of enjoying the after glow. Riddick looked across at Lucy, who was now standing. He didn't believe, she had looked away from them the whole time that Riddick had riding her friend.

He kissed Clara on the lips and stroked her neck, he pulled out and slid off her. She looked exhausted and rolled on to her side and closed her eyes. Riddick didn't think he'd hurt her more like, he grinned, just stunned her. He sat down, resting his arms on his raised knees, taking deep breaths and decided he wouldn't need to tie up Clara. He doubted if she was even capable of tackling him now, however much she might want to.

He looked up under his brows at Lucy. She was staring at him, looking at his eyes.

"You've been in Slam haven't you?" 

The question startled Riddick. He thought of all the reasons why he shouldn't answer. He lowered his head, still calming down. Lucy tutted under her breath. "You're big on conversation aren't you?"

Riddick raised his head. This bitch did not know who she was fucking with. He stood up in on swift, fluid movement and was at her side before she could blink. Leaning down, close to her face he said, "I didn't follow you and Clara for the conversation."

Riddick was close enough to her, for her to react, to his breath on her face. She swallowed and tried to back away from him. As she moved back, he moved closer, enjoying her discomfort. Eventually she ran out of room and had to press herself up against the tree. Riddick smiled and watched the fear appear on her face. He imperceptibly closed the gap between them, she was now shaking with fear. He smiled an 'all teeth and no lips' kind of smile, and then kissed her hard. She looked stunned.

Riddick produced a shiv from nowhere and cut her bonds. He pulled her to her feet and pushed her up against the tree. Riddick decided this one would be more of a battle than Clara and short and sweet would be best. He pushed himself up against her so she could feel his erection. Riddick began to kiss her neck and nibble her ear. He lifted her up, she grabbed his shoulders in response. Resting her thighs on his forearms and spreading her legs wide, he leant against her. He rubbed his erect cock, up against her, to see how wet she was. The answer was very. For all Lucy's smart comments, her body wanted Riddick. He positioned him self comfortably and pushed deep into her. She cried out and arched her back, trying to stop him from sinking into her so deeply. Her efforts didn't stop him, and he began to drive into her with long, deep thrusts.

Riddick wasn't like other men. The more he got, the more he could take. Once he got into his stride Riddick could please a handful of women on any given night. With each thrust he lifted her up so she sank down his full length each time. The movement making her head loll until it rested on his shoulder. He could feel her harsh breaths in his ear.

Riddick could feel his control going already, he had no choice but to give in. He lifted his head, arched his back and braced himself, quickening his pace. Lucy was now grunting, and he could feel her muscles begin to pulse. He squeezed her tightly against the tree, as a million stars exploded inside his mind, cascading through his body and draining any energy he had left.

He never heard Clara walk up behind and smash him over the head with a tree branch. 



A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 03



Riddick woke with a throbbing head. His mind slowly fought through the fog of unconsciousness and groped his way into reality. It all came back to him in a rush. Clara had knocked him out. He'd heard her come up behind him, just too late. She had attacked him at his most vulnerable moment; bitch!

The brightness filtering through his closed lids told him the room was too harshly lit for his eyes. So he didn't open them. If he couldn't see, then he would have to use his other senses to tell him where he was. Just like being back in slam, before he got his shine job.

He was hanging upright, tied crucifix style. His arms horizontal and his legs spread wide apart. Cuffs held his wrists and ankles secure; he also had a collar around his neck. They were of soft leather and felt warm from soaking up the heat of his body. They had been designed for comfort rather than strength and had plenty of give. When he moved, he could hear no rattling chains, so he assumed he was attached to the wall behind him with rope or straps of some sort. Compared to some restraints, like the ones John's had used, these were almost comfortable. Not the being tied up against your will was particularly comfortable.

Riddick was also completely naked. His shoulders ass and backs of his thighs were all very sore. He flexed his body as far as he could. Stretching, he could feel the cuffs expand, the buckles giving a little. The abrasions on his body chafed and pulled as well. He worked out where the cuts and grazes came from. Assuming the women were working alone, they had been unable to carry his inert body and had dragged him to where ever he was now. 

Having established that he was in working order, apart from a few minor injuries, Riddick concentrated on his environment. He wondered where he was. He inhaled and sifted through the different smells and scents. The room smelt overwhelmingly of sex. Musky and erotic, but underneath that he could smell other familiar things. Diesel oil, engine lubricants, grease and other mechanically related scents. He must be on board a ship, but it must be static at present. He could feel no vibrations being tied to the hull, he should be able to.

A new scent entered the room, a woman's scent. Riddick smiled, it was Clara. "You're awake now, hmm?" She moved across the room towards him, he could feel her body warmth radiating from her. She was sweating in her excitement, he heard her wipe her hands down her pants and lick her lips. "Lights to low," she said. "You can open your eyes now; I have dimmed them. I don't want to hurt you." Riddick thought she had strange ideas about hurting people. Apparently smashing them over the head didn't count. Riddick snorted with derision. He kept his eyes closed, even though he had noticed the brightness diminish. She had moved very close to him. He could almost feel her breath on him. He wanted her just a little closer. She took one more step.

He lunged forward, eyes bulging, as he snapped his teeth trying to bite her. She stumbled backwards, losing her balance. Her face changed from shock to complete rage as she landed abruptly on the floor.

"YOU FUCK!" she screamed at him.

Riddick had only few seconds to take in the room. The small area was cluttered with boxes, crates, and metal containers. It looked like a small storage room. He tried to take in as much of the layout as he could, before Clara snatched a tamer from a holder on the wall. Riddick took one look at the foot long weapon and knew he was about to get a huge electric shock. They'd had tamers in Slam, but upsetting Clara had been worth it, she was really pissed. He prepared himself, the best he could, for the onslaught, wishing to curl himself in ball. Clara advanced on him with pure hatred in her eyes, she had relinquished her dignity in front of Riddick, and that didn't sit well with her.

Riddick felt the probe touch his chest; it was sited just below his ribs. Milliseconds later she fired the first agonising bolt into his body. Riddick's body arched, every muscle instantly becoming taut; his head smacked the hull behind him forcefully. The collar tightened, restricting his throat, making breathing difficult. She continued to hold the weapon against him, firing bolt after bolt into his body. He was rigid with the pain. He could no longer think, only feel the agony as it lanced through his torso and radiated out through his hands and feet. 

"Clara!" The shout came just in time to save Riddick from being turned into a brain dead pile of drool. The tamer fell away from Riddick's skin, finally giving him merciful release. He slumped forwards in his restraints, head lolling, desperately trying to suck air into his lungs. He rolled his eyes and saliva ran from his open mouth. Blinking rapidly, Riddick tried to focus on Lucy as she pushed past Clara. He felt the tips of her fingers on his chin as she raised his face to examine him carefully She must have been satisfied with what she felt and saw, as she lets his head drop back into its slumped position and turned on Clara.

Riddick hung from his cuffs and tried to concentrate on the shouting match that ensued. "What the fuck were you doing to him?" Lucy asked angrily. "He tried to bit me!" Clara replied, "I was teaching him a lesson." Lucy put her hands on her hips and sucked her teeth. "You know how dangerous he is, why go near him?" Clara didn't reply, but looked suitably chastened.

Riddick listened to them as they argued back and forth. Neither of them said anything about where they were or why he'd been captured, and Riddick was in no fit state to ask. All he wanted to do was shiv them, but he would settle for trying to bite both of them, stupid jumped up bitches. But his body refused to cooperate. So he hung there letting the fizzing sensation gradually recede from his limbs, and his eyesight clear of the dancing sparks clouding his vision.

At some point in their argument Lucy became aware that he was listening to them. She motioned to Clara and then she fetched something from the other side of the room, Riddick couldn't see what she had in her hands in his befuddled state. He soon realised what it was when they advanced toward him, Clara held the tamer close to him as a warning while Lucy slid the horse bit in place and tightened the straps. Lucy stepped back and pushed the end if the tamer to the floor. "Now he can't bite you," she turned from Riddick and took her lovers hand, her voice taking on a soft indulgent tone. "I couldn't have him hurting you, could I?"

Riddick's faculties were returning. He watched as Clara relinquished the tamer and Lucy took her in her arms. Beginning to fondle and kiss her, Clara rubbed her face with her fingers and swept her hair back off her face. Riddick's earlier excitement about watching the women together had now dulled a little. The bitches just could not leave each other alone. Riddick tried to focus on the room around him; looking for ways to escape from the ship, or weapons he could use. But his gaze kept wandering back to the two kissing women, their hands roaming over each other's bodies. Clara began pulling Lucy's clothes off. She dropped them carelessly on the floor as she continued kissing and fondling the writhing woman in her grasp. Riddick now knew why the room smelt of sex, they were apt to fall on each other any chance they got.

Clara pushed Lucy up against a pile of stacked crates. She raised her head as she kissed her lovers mouth. Locking eyes with Riddick, she pushed Lucy's backward over the crates. Lucy lifted one leg and wrapped it around Clara's waist, resting it on her hip. Clara was still holding Riddick's gaze. She licked her lips slowly and as she bent to suck a breast and ran her hands up and down Lucy's stomach. She took the whole, hard, brown nipple into her mouth. Riddick could see from her movements that she was flicking it with her tongue. She ran her tongue over and under Lucy's breast and then down her body. She moved it in slow languid circles across Lucy's taut caramel coloured skin.

Riddick became uncomfortably aware that his body was responding to the live sex show not ten feet from his face. Clara had noticed as well, she pulled away from Lucy and grinned slyly at him, her gaze briefly dipping to his crotch. Riddick narrowed his eyes at her. 

Clara resumed her eye contact with Riddick, and pulled Lucy up into a standing position. Supporting her aroused lover with one arm, whilst she pulled down her pants with the other hand. Hooking her chin over Lucy's shoulder she slid both hands down to her ass and began kneading and pulling on Lucy's cheeks, sliding her fingers up and down Lucy's wet crack. Lucy moaned softly, hanging in Clara's arms her face resting against her tormentor's head. Riddick knew, full well, that he was going to get the full show, now that she could see he was interested. He cursed his body, but still couldn't close his eyes to them.

Clara grabbed Lucy's ass and lifted her on to the shiny metal crates. Twisting Lucy around so she was standing at her side and Riddick was getting a full on view of Lucy's pussy. Clara shifted Lucy again, just a little further, into the right position, so she could watch Riddick watching them. She pushed Lucy so she lay back on top of the crates. Lucy lifted her legs so her heels rested on the edge of the crate. Clara ran her hands from Lucy's knees up along the inside of her thighs, clasping her hands together and making sure Riddick was watching. She slid both thumbs into Lucy's swollen, wet hole. Lucy arched her back and moaned.

He remembered how noisy Lucy had been in the woods and hoped she wouldn't be so loud in the confines of the small room. He swallowed hard as he watched Clara slowly begin to bring Lucy off. She sank her fingers deep into her and twisted her wrists. She bent down, still watching Riddick and began to suckle Lucy's clit. Lucy was gripping the edge of the crates; Riddick could see her knuckles were white. Her head was thrown back against the crates, her dark hair reflecting in the polished steel of the outer casings. Riddick was now achingly hard, the electric shocks having done nothing to slow his body's reactions.

Clara was enjoying his reaction to the show. She was taking her time fingering Lucy. Her hands were wet and slick. She moved one hand to her lovers face encouraging her to lick her own taste off her fingers. Lucy gripped Clara's wrist and sucked her fingers, breathing hard through her nose.

Clara stared straight at Riddick as she removed her fingers from inside Lucy. She helped Lucy to roll on her stomach, bending her across the crates and spreading her wide. Clara leant and whispered in her ear. Lucy grinned and opened her eyes. She laid her face on the crates, her breath creating little dull patches on the shiny metal surface. She too, stared at Riddick. He now had both of them enjoying his discomfort. 

Clara, in plain view of Riddick, curled her fingers into a tight wedge and leaning on her lover's ass she pushed hard until her whole hand disappeared into Lucy. Lucy whimpered, bracing herself on her hands she thrust up onto her lovers arm. She closed her eyes, no longer watching Riddick. She lifted her head from the crates and rolled it from one side to the other, moaning loudly. With her body shaking, from Clara fucking her hard, she quickly reached her release.

Only now, did Clara look away from Riddick. She slowly relaxed her movements and eventually slid her hand from inside Lucy and fondled the panting woman. She kissed her sweat covered back and then pulled her into her arms. Tenderly she picked her up, carrying her from the room.

Riddick, making the most of being alone, pulled himself upright on the restraints. He gave them a good hard tug to try and gauge their strength. They didn't feel very firm. He flexed his body and twisted his head to release the shock induced cramps. He looked down at his twitching cock, in his current position there were some things he couldn't relieve. 

Clara re-entered the room, she walked straight up to Riddick and stood just out of lunging distance. She looked him straight in the eye and started to a take her clothes off. Riddick raised his eyebrows; perhaps he was going to get his itch scratched after all. 



A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 04



Riddick breathed hard around the rubber of the horse bit. It dug uncomfortably into the corners of his mouth. The discomfort had not diminished his interest in Clara taking off her clothes though. Only her black leather boots and thong remained. She ran her hands around the curve of her breast and then down her stomach, pressing her fingers into her flesh. Her penetrating stare never left Riddick’s face. She was enjoying every second of his uneasiness.

She closed her eyes and began to move her body to an imaginary rhythm. She swayed her hips and bent her knees. Arching her back she pushed her chest and ass out, and lightly pivoted on one foot. Finally she ran her hands up the back of her neck, and her fingers through her pale blonde hair. It fanned it out across her shoulders. Her hands wandered down the entire length of her body, pausing to pinch her erect nipples. When her fingers finally arrived at the edge of the soft leather thong, she tucked them inside the hem.  Bending her knees, she arched her back again, grabbed the ties quickly on both sides, and pulled them loose. The thong fell away, revealing the neatly trimmed blonde curls that had already begun to glisten with her arousal.

She looked from one cuff around Riddick’s wrist to the other and then down to the ones around his ankles. Checking that they were still done up tight, happy he was secure, she moved close enough to touch him. Extending one hand slowly she laid it flat against his chest waiting for his reaction. He stared straight ahead at her, watching the play of emotions cross her face. Lust and excitement, were clearly visible in her eyes. She continued to rub her own body. The fingertips of her other hand kneaded the soft flesh of her breast, pausing to pinch at one of her hard nipples again, as she continued to massage herself to arousal.

Riddick had to make a choice. He could try and stop her, which in his present position wasn’t going to be effective and would probably result in another session with the tamer. Or he could let her work him over and get his revenge at a later date.

Riddick had the decision made for him. Clara ran her hand down his chest, across his stomach and through his tight dark curls until she grasped his semi-hard cock. She had the naughtiest smirk on her face. The look of a woman, enjoying having a man to toy with. He inhaled around the bit. She laid her other hand on his stomach, leaning against his hard muscular body, and sank to her knees. Riddick wanted to smile but the bit wouldn’t let him. Her eyes never left his face as she parted her lips and slowly took him into her mouth. Riddick rolled his eyes, trying to stay focused on her face. 

Ohh…Fuck! 

She sucked him in hard, flicking her tongue around his head. Riddick groaned. Clara might usually prefer girls but she wasn’t lacking in her touch with a man. She licked his entire cock from base to head in one sweeping movement, the throbbing shaft twitching and pulsing. She held him with the touch of silk and the grip of steel. Riddick gasped and shifted in his restraints. Clara suddenly pulled away from him and he slid from her mouth. The coolness of the room, was briefly accentuated by the dampness of his cock. She was still being exceedingly careful of him. He might be restrained but he was still a predatory animal to be feared and treated warily.

Riddick stood still once more. He made[i] his[/i]choice now; he really didn’t want her to stop. The moment became a seminal one. Clara smiled; she understood he was going to be good. Riddick realized he was submitting himself to her entirely. He felt uncomfortable giving her that much power, but he wanted to come badly. She was his only route to do so for the present.

Clara resumed her former actions clamping one hand around him again, while lowering herself back down onto her knees. She fondled his tight sacs, and sucked him hard, pushing her face into his crotch as she swallowed him down. Riddick had slumped in his restraints as she rolled her tongue around his hard length. Her hands moved around his body till she could grip a tight, hard cheek of his ass in each hand. Riddick thought she was fucking stunning, he couldn’t remember the last time a girl had gotten to him so badly. He was pulsing in her mouth, desperate to come, and he knew she could feel it.

Riddick felt more than twinge of disappointment as Clara opened her mouth releasing him. Then kissing her way up his body, stood up. She licked her lips savoring his taste. She moved a hand to her mouth and licked her palm and fingers thoroughly. Riddick knew what was coming next and watched as she leant forwards bracing herself on his body, her free hand planted squarely in the center of his chest, and began to rub herself. She circled her clit with her forefinger and slid her fingers inside herself.

Riddick looked back up to her face, his eyes loitering with intent at her breasts. He wondered whether she was going to free his arms, he couldn’t see any other way of fucking her. 
Clara was mewling in the back of her throat, her face, hanging forwards, forehead touching his chest. She was breathing hard, moaning with each thrust of her fingers. Riddick could detect her scent drifting up to his face, the delicious odor of her arousal. Riddick wanted to touch her, run his hands down her body, then roll her over and make her scream. He’d make her scream once when she came and then again when he snapped her neck. Riddick breathed hard through his nose, his nostrils flaring as the fantasy filled his mind. Fuck her and kill her.

Clara broke the spell by taking her sopping wet hand from herself and pressing her fingers to his mouth. She knew he couldn’t move his tongue past the gag, so she wiped her juices from her fingers along his taut lips. Riddick inhaled the heavy scent, a rumble filled his chest and he pulled on his restraints. Clara didn’t flinch at his movements this time. She just smiled slyly. 
Massaging his warm caramel skin under her fingers, she moved both of her hands up around his neck and laced her fingers together. She lifted one leg and hooked it over his hip, pressing her breasts to his chest. Then agilely she lifted herself up and wrapped the other leg around him. She shifted her weight a little higher, and centered herself, till he could feel her wet thighs brushing the tip of his cock. Riddick now knew she wasn’t going to untie him at all. She was going to fuck while he hung there, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

The heat above, and around his cock was unbearable; he arched his back and tried to thrust into her. She rose with him so he couldn’t enter her, curling her fingers under his leather collar to aid her grip. He growled again. She lightened her grip on him and dipped her hips so just his head slide inside her, then she rose off him again. Riddick huffed down his nose; his intense dislike of her was now becoming full blown hatred.

She rubbed the back of his head with her hands. He twisted his neck so she couldn’t fondle him, it made him feel like a pet.

She hooked her fingers underneath his collar again, and pulled tightly using her knuckles as leverage. Riddick felt his airway constrict, and his breathing become even harder…he jerked his head up to try and loosen her grip but still she pulled. She suddenly let go; her hands moving to his shoulders and digging her nails into his flesh. She leant back from his body. Clamping her legs, with a vice like grip, round his waist to retain her balance. She slapped him, once, around the side of his face. Riddick shook with fury. How dare, she hit him! She did not know, who she was messing with.

Then he sank into oblivion, as she slid down, the entire length of his cock in one breath taking movement. Riddick’s fury dissipated as she raised herself up and slid back down until he was embedded deep within her. He became a slave to the sensations she was creating within him. All thoughts of revenge and humiliation disappeared into the gap between Clara’s legs.

Now Clara, began to work him in earnest. Using her whole body to lift herself, she gripped with her arms and hands, and squeezed his waist with her legs. Moving up and then sinking back down. She twisted her body, pounding herself onto him. Riddick had to take huge drafts of air in through his nose, he wished she would pull the bit from his mouth, but knew that she wouldn’t.

He used the ropes attached to the cuffs on his arms, to help aid his aching thighs. He looped the slack around his hands, the extra purchase helped him support her weight as well as his. Driving up into her, was taking its toll on his legs and back. The ache in his thighs was becoming agonizing, all his muscles were tightening as he felt himself near his release.

She was so wet that he could feel it running down his sac and trickle down his thighs. Clara groaned and shuddered as she came, her head fell forwards on to his chest. She released her legs around his waist, hooking the backs of her knees over his hips. It felt as though it was only his cock supporting her body weight, as she sank down impaling herself on him.

Riddick wanted her to keep on fucking, he needed more before it was going to work for him. He thrust up with his legs and hips but she just hung there inert. Finally she raised her face to him and grinned. Then she pushed against his chest and slid off him, his wet cock slapped against his stomach.

She backed away from him, his eyes wide with alarm. He growled in the back of his throat as realization took hold. She was going to leave him cold. She’d fucked him for herself and now she was going to walk away!

Riddick leant forward in his restraints and shook, he huffed and growled, demonstrating his anger to her. Clara stood in the middle of the room, well out of his reach, still grinning. Then she started to laugh, her voice sounding too loud in the tiny storage room. Riddick was angrier than he had ever been. He shook his restraints and leant towards her again and again, his usual stoicism and cool demeanor gone. He was furious, with himself, that he needed her and furious that she wouldn’t do what he was asking. Clara continued to back away and reached the door. She held on to the doorframe and swung her body round till she was side on to him. Then with a shake of her butt she was gone.

Riddick emitted a muffled roar, and begun to think of all the ways he could kill her, and which would be the slowest and most painful.



A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 05



Riddick had been hanging on the wall for the better part of four days. The women had done nothing more than look after him in the most basic of ways. They'd given him a tiny amount of water, but no food. They escorted him to the latrine and stood guard with tamers as he relieved himself then led him straight back to the wall. Once, he'd made a sudden movement and been rewarded by a bolt of electricity strong enough to fell him instantly. He'd woken up when Clara had doused him with a bucket of cold water. The indignity of lying in a pool of water with the women laughing at him was physically painful. Lucy had made the comment of 'How the mighty have fallen'. It was clear to him that he was their toy to be played with at will, and he had better get used to it. 

Riddick opened his eyes to the same view he'd had for the past few days. He was tired, thirsty and thoroughly pissed off. His body was sore to the point of agony. The muscles in his shoulders felt torn and his back stiff from being permanently upright.

He'd had more live sex shows too. Clara and Lucy had taken great delight in winding him up to the point where his crotched ached fiercely. They'd touched and teased him, stimulating his body in what would have normally been the most pleasurable manner.

They had played with each other only inches from his face. Clara had taken great delight in holding Lucy right in front of him while licking her from clit to asshole and back, knowing that he could see her tongue sliding in and out of Lucy. Riddick had been unable to stop himself from audibly groaning. His cock throbbed and his mind was full of thoughts of what he was going to do to them when he got free. 

After the incident with him trying to bite Clara, the women had started lacing his water with a sedative in an attempt to keep control over him. He wished he'd been able to sink his teeth into Clara when he had the chance. Now, his mind was blurred and his limbs hung heavily. He was losing his edge and his strength was slowly ebbing away.

Whatever they were going to do with him or where ever they were taking him, he'd wished they'd get on with it, because he was tired of playing this game. He had really, really gone off sex. Something he hadn't thought physically possible. 

He was finally given something to eat on the fifth day of his capture but it wasn't them but a man who brought it. He was of medium height, lean and tanned. He walked up to Riddick and proffered the food. Riddick stared at him through his hazy vision. The man wrinkled his nose, Riddick wasn't surprised, he did smell awful. The man seemed to have no fear of Riddick at all. He reached behind his head and undid the bit. Riddick sighed at the release of tension on his mouth. He briefly considered biting the man, but couldn't see any advantage to doing so. He was too drowsy, hungry and thirsty to put up a fight at the moment. The man lifted a fork full of food to Riddick's lips. Whatever it was, it smelt deliciously inviting. Riddick snatched the mouthful with his lips before the man had a chance to take it away.

He ate rapidly; consuming each mouthful he was offered as quickly as possible. He had no idea what it was, some sort of meat enriched slop but it tasted good. His stomach grumbled at its rapid refilling. Riddick peered down his nose into the bowl vainly hoping for more, but there wasn't. All too quickly, it was all gone. The man stood back from him, inspecting him, admiring him maybe. He hadn't said a word to Riddick, which puzzled him. Riddick wondered about questioning him, he wanted details of where he was and why he was being held but he thought the bit would go back in his mouth so he stayed silent for the present.

As if reading his mind the man spoke. "They have been teasing you? Bet they have. They're mean bitches, the pair of 'em, well they've gone out for a while, just me to look after you for now."

Riddick looked up at the man, was he supposed to answer. The women were gone! So who was he? Riddick opened his mouth to ask but his throat was dry and his tongue swollen and stiff. The man picked up a bottle of water and snapped off the cap before tipping it to Riddick's lips. This water tasted different. It didn't have the metallic tang of the liquid the women had been giving him. He had to assume it wasn't doped. The man emptied the bottle, watching the water trickle past Riddick's parched lips. He was definitely enjoying the view before him, but his wrinkling nose displayed his unhappiness with Riddick's cleanliness.

"You definitely need a shower, "the man continued. " If I get you down you gonna behave?"

Riddick didn't think he could misbehave at present, the quantity of drugs floating around in his system would stupefy an ox, but he thought they would soon begin to wear off with some food in his system. Then he would be able to do what he wanted. Riddick nodded placidly at the man hoping he wouldn't suddenly change his mind. This could be his opportunity, if only he could clear this fog from his head.

The man undid the cuffs around his legs and then his arms. Riddick wished he'd undone the collar first as he was having trouble supporting his weight and leaning forward made the pressure on his throat even worse. The man fumbled with the collar, and undid it. Finally released from the wall, Riddick stumbled forward. The man caught him, staggering slightly under Riddick's weight. He flinched from Riddick at his smell, and muttered 'shower' under his breath. 

He half dragged, half-walked Riddick out of the room and down the corridor to a bathroom. Riddick looked around taking in the layout. He wanted to be ready to escape but his brain refused to work. They arrived at the bathroom. It was tiled in a utilitarian white with a sink, toilet and shower in one corner, and familiar to Riddick from his latrine visits.

The man walked him to the shower stall and leaned him against the wall, Riddick blinked and tried to focus on what was happening but really was having trouble getting a grip on reality.

He winced and swore as a jet of cold water splashed down his back. 

"Sorry!" The man said. Riddick scowled swaying. He was having trouble staying upright, and kept sliding down the wall. The man was getting soaked standing next to him, trying to support him.

"Turn around ", he said to Riddick. He turned slowly and leaned heavily against the wall. His cheek pressed against the cold tiles. He was starting to wake up but it was hard. He hated feeling like this, out of control unable to concentrate on the situation. He wanted his head to clear fast then he could get out of here before the bitches from hell got back.

He felt a soapy sponge begin to rub his back. He was filthy, and enjoyed the feeling as the man lathered him well. He leaned into the sponge as it worked its way across his shoulders and down his back to the top of his ass. The man was avoiding the cuts and scratches on his back from Clara and Lucy dragging him back to the ship when they'd first captured him. 

Riddick cleared his throat by coughing. " Whass your name?" he slurred, his words indistinct the noise of the shower.

But the man had heard and replied, "Adam." Riddick could hear more soap being applied to the sponge. Adam began to work down Riddick's arms and the backs of his thighs, being gentle but firm. Riddick was finding the sensation very erotic.

He closed his eyes and allowed the water to pour over his face; it felt so good moving over his body. He sighed, feeling more comfortable than he had in a long time. "Turn round" Adam said. Riddick dragged his mind back to the moment and pushed himself off the wall and lurched around to face him. He had been so absorbed in the warm water he hadn't realized Adam had taken his shirt and pants off.

He focused on the man in front of him. He wasn't anything special, normal build, height and regular features. Riddick leant back against the cold tiles and allowed Adam to continue soaping him, removing all the accumulated dirt of the past few days. He closed his eyes, growling quietly, losing himself in the sensation of the sponge massaging his body.

Adam worked his way down the front of his body, scrubbing and washing. Riddick was starting to feel more human, in fact some bits more human than others. He was sure Adam couldn't fail to notice his own gradual erection.

He felt sufficiently awake enough to stand unsupported and, closing his eyes, he rinsed his face. He felt the soap nudge his wrist and put into his hand, he rubbed it over his scalp and massaged his dirty stubbly head. The water dousing him was just blood temperature and Riddick felt like he never wanted to get out of it. 

"They've done this before you know." Adam said. Riddick opened his eyes. Adam's voice had startled him from his indulgence of the shower. " Done what?" he replied, his tongue a little less dry and uncomfortable, making speech easier. 

"Held a fella prisoner, kept him for weeks."

Adam was rinsing the sponge, and squeezing the water over Riddick extremities. Riddick noticed his shorts were now soaked revealing a not insubstantial erection of his own. He was beginning to feel very aroused. He hadn't had a man since slam, but he wasn't going to get any relief from the women, not on their terms anyway. Adam looked easy and pliable enough. Riddick closed his eyes again sloshing more water over his face. He opened his mouth allowing some water to trickle in, swilling it around and spitting it out into the bottom of the stall with the dirty soapy water. 

Riddick stood up straight, his mind was clearing nicely. He looked directly at Adam, hoping he'd make it easy. Adam moved towards him and ran his fingers up his chest, smoothing the flesh as he trailed his way to his shoulders.

"They messed with him for weeks, he got so uptight," Adam smirked at the word 'uptight'. Riddick grinned. That was definitely an offer.

"Turn round." Riddick growled.

Adam turned and braced himself against the wall. Riddick covered his hands with soap, rolling the cake over and over. Adam stretched his body and arched his back in anticipation. Riddick dropped the soap and began to lather up Adam's back. He massaged the creamy brown skin under his hands, covering his entire back with the frothy suds. Adam groaned quietly. He leaned onto Adam, his cock throbbing quietly against Adam's soft fleshy ass. This was just what Riddick needed right now.

He pushed Adam under the faucet allowing the water to wash away the suds. Riddick didn't want to wait any longer. He ran his hands down the length of Adam's back until he reached his shorts and pushed them down his legs. Adam kicked them off onto the floor of the bathroom. Riddick grasped Adam's hips and rubbed his back and ass. Riddick's breathing was becoming heavy as he slid his fingers down Adam's crack until he found what he wanted. Adam was wet and his hole was already slippery to the touch. Riddick didn't want him screaming and thrashing around yet so Riddick took it easy to start with. 

He gently pushed his smallest finger in, thrusting to loosen the tight muscle. Twisting his hand and listening to the hitching in Adams breath. Riddick followed up quickly and slid in two more fingers splaying them and feeling Adam's inner muscle squeeze. He had forgotten how good this could feel. Riddick began to jack himself. Adam was pushing back against him his head hanging down between his shoulders, arms still braced on the wall. He moaned. Riddick reluctantly pulled his fingers from the sexy warmth. He steadied his stance, moving closer to Adam and nudged the man's tight entrance with his cock. Riddick knew he was rushing it but he was in no mood for foreplay.

(]Fuck and run, I'll come back and get the bitches later.) 

Adam reflexively tensed. Riddick moved a hand to Adam's hip holding him. He introduced his cock head into Adam's ass. Adam held his breath and then slowly exhaled. Riddick could feel him forcibly relaxing himself, loosening the muscles in his taut ass. Riddick gritted his teeth, the first entry was always so stunning. The tightness, the warmth, the encompassing feeling of penetration was the best part for Riddick. He pushed in, holding Adam still. Adam gasped. Riddick came almost all the way out and the stroked slowly and deeply inside him again, he could feel the walls giving into his pressure; they pulsed around his cock.

Riddick was desperate and knew he would only last a minute or so. He pushed as deep as he could. If he found Adam's special spot then all the better, the guy would die happy. He started to pump into him rapidly. Adam tensed, instinctively leaning against him. Riddick moved his arms up under Adam's armpits, his hands slid off the wall. Riddick locked his hands around the back of the man's neck, he took his full weight and pushed him upright. As Riddick thrust upwards he lifted Adam clean off the floor, pushing as hard as he could into the man's slick cavity, thrusting and thrusting, Adams toes barely brushing the cold wet tiles. 

Oblivious to Adam's panicky flailing, Riddick used Adam's weight to press into him, he could feel himself building to a ripping climax. Riddick needed no more encouragement. He knew he wasn't going to need more than another half dozen strokes.

Two. He spread his legs wider to help his leverage.

Three. He sac were beginning to tighten.

Four. Every muscle in his body tensed.

Five. He thrust into Adam as though it was the last fuck of his life. 

He almost made it to six. He lunged into Adam once more before he came hard and deep inside him. He felt this ass and thighs tingle with the tell tail post orgasm coldness. Riddick continued to thrust into Adam and he started to shake as his came, his cock spraying across the stall. Breathing hard with the exertion, he changed his grip and put his hands around Adam's throat. He could feel Adam immediately tense, his muscular frame becoming hard and taut. He began to struggle as he realized Riddick's intentions. He was gasping for breath. Riddick was having trouble hanging on to the slippery man. Adam's struggles were now a full- blown attempt to fight Riddick off. Adam slid through Riddick's grip and ducked away from him and stumbled out of the shower. Riddick lunged after him, falling in the process but catching an ankle. He clawed his way up Adam's body, the other man panting hard and trying to prise Riddick's fingers off his body. Riddick knelt on Adam's back pinning him to the floor. 

"You gonna let me walk out of here?" Riddick asked. Adam said nothing but continued to struggle frantically. Riddick sighed. He didn't want to this.

" When will they be back?" 

Adam still didn't reply. It was clear to Riddick he was not going to help him. Riddick's view was if you weren't a help, then you were a hindrance.

Riddick hit Adam once on the back of the head and Adam lay still.

Riddick slid off Adam. Sat down and leaned back on the wall and panted. His head was spinning. A combination of orgasm and using all his strength to knock out Adam had exhausted Riddick. He needed to stop and take stock and think for just a few minutes. What was he going to do next? 

He decided he had to take full advantage. He slowly stood, feeling utterly drained but he couldn't waste time as he had no idea how long he had until the women came back.

The bitches. Riddick's blood was up. He wanted payback with them. A plan formed in his mind. He would go back to where they expected him to be...and wait for them. Except this time he wouldn't be restrained.



A Warm Balmy Night Ch. 06



Riddick swayed gently on the restraints. His eyes were closed and his hearing reached out, like radar, to pick up the tiniest sound from any movement in the ship.

So far he'd heard nothing. The silence stretched on, wrapping itself around him. The only noise that he could hear was the thump of his heart and his rough, excited breathing.

This was a delicate plan. He would have to get it exactly right.

He stopped swaying, he thought he could hear voices; distant, but definitely voices. He took several deep breaths to slow his heart rate and still his mind. 

Now he could hear footsteps, pattering, more than one person. They were coming closer.

"Ahhh our little pet's asleep!" Clara's voice was strident and irritatingly female to Riddick's ears.

He didn't move, feigning sleep.

"I think we should go find Adam, I wonder where he is?" Lucy's voice was not as loud as she was still standing by the doorway.

Oh no you don't.

Riddick began to cough and gasp.

"Oh," said Clara, "Our little pet's sick." 

Riddick couldn’t hear Lucy moving any closer and coughed and snuffled a little more. He really needed her to come and investigate what state he was in. She took her sweet time making her mind up. "Oh crap!" said Lucy finally walking across the room. 

Riddick had replaced his bit, very loosely, so they would feel secure enough to come close up to inspect him. 

Riddick could feel both of them getting close to him, just a little more would be good. Riddick snapped his arms out of the restraints and grabbed them both, each hand encircling a neck in front of him. His eyes flashed open, he spat the bit out and he grinned manically at them. 

Both the women were wide eyed and frantically wriggling, their fingers tearing at his hand locked around their throats. Riddick tightened his grip, blocking their airways. He could see serious fear now replaced their initial fright. He wanted to kill them; he really wanted to kill them.

"Nothing to say to your 'pet' now?" Riddick voice was the deepest and harshest he could make it. 

"Cat got your tongues?" Riddick grinned at his own joke. "You both wanted a 'puddy tat' as a pet! Well I'm not a 'pet' cat I'm a fucking panther, who's going to make you sorry you ever thought of messing with me."

He smashed the two women's head together before they could even begin to digest his words, forehead met forehead with a sickening crunch and they both slumped in his hands.

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Riddick's chair creaked as he stretched his huge frame. In one hand he had a large glass of twenty year old malt whisky and in the other, neatly held between forefinger and thumb, a huge spliff. He lifted one leg and crossed the ankle over the knee of his other leg. He looked at the two bodies lying on the floor at his feet.

They were both still snoring lightly from the effects of the anesthetic. Riddick grinned this was going to be so much fun and highly profitable as well, he hoped.

He'd had to speculate to accumulate and spent a small fortune on the bitches. His eyes strayed to the bags on the floor of his ship. Pretty colored bags of pretty colored clothes made of scraps of lace and leather, velvet and PVC. Normally Riddick hated any sort of shopping but he'd had enormous fun choosing these items, sales girls falling over themselves to help him make his selections. 

He hoped Clara and Lucy would be happy with their new outfits. 

He had smoked a good part of the spliff, inhaling deeply, before the women began to stir. Looking through the nearly empty bottom of his whisky glass, Riddick saw that it was Lucy who was the first to open her eyes, licking her pink tender lips. She looked around and noticing Riddick she tried to quickly sit up but made it to only half way before she slumped backwards. She blinked rapidly and started to try to scramble away from him. 

"You can't escape, just relax, I'm not going to hurt you," Riddick slurred as he put down his glass. Lucy eyed him warily. "If I wanted you dead....", Riddick spread

his hands in a conciliatory gesture and didn't finish the sentence, he assumed that Lucy would get the inference. Her attention shifted to Clara who moaned, blinked and opened her eyes. "Oh crap," she said in her breathy voice. "It must have been one hell of a party." 

"No," said Riddick, he smirked, "but it will be."

Both women looked at him, puzzled.

Riddick knew he now had their full attention. He leaned forwards and rested his elbows on his knees. He picked up his drink and sipped it slowly allowing the tension to rise, allowing their minds to think the worst of him. He pursed his lips and said quietly, "I have had both of you 'chipped'. You are both now registered as my property." He sniffed, trying to remain relaxed but his muscles flexed in anticipation of their reactions. 

Lucy gasped. "You can't do that, you have to be born into the slave classes. That’s illegal!"

Riddick found Lucy's response hilarious, "Oh and holding a person prisoner for nearly a week and sexually torturing him isn't illegal?"

He arched an eyebrow, "Lady, you have some strange ideas about what's right and wrong." 

He took a mouthful of whisky, enjoying the burning sensation at the back of his throat and continued.

"Look at it this way--you can either be mine, or be dead. It's a real easy choice." 

"I'll take dead," said Lucy.

"That can be arranged," Riddick's voice had dropped to nothing more than a hoarse whisper. He stared at Lucy, if she wanted dead then he would do it and be rid of her. He'd regret the money he'd spent fixing her but she was a fucking pain and he couldn't wait to see the back of her. She held his gaze for a few moments but her eyes were fogged and her jaw slack, she hadn't shrugged of the effects of the meds yet.

"I'd try being a little more awake before you make your choice or you might regret it." Riddick said. 

He turned his attention to Clara, "What about you?" 

She turned to look at Lucy, who looked bewildered by the situation and didn't reply. Her blonde mane was still sleep laden and she absent-mindedly rubbed at the back of her neck where her chip had been inserted. Riddick snorted, she was cute but not that bright, he'd have no trouble with her. Maybe he would keep her after all, he stood up chewing his bottom lip thoughtfully. He picked up the bags of clothes and tossed then towards the women. 

"These are for you."

They looked in the bags and the items that had spilled out of them.

"I'm not wearing any of this, for you." Lucy spat.

Riddick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small square box. On it were two small bright red buttons. Riddick was tired of her smart mouth. Looking directly at her he pressed the one on the right.

Lucy's hands flew to her neck and she fell backwards onto the floor her back arching convulsively. Riddick took his finger off the button. He walked over so he could stand directly over Lucy. She lay panting still clutching at her neck. 

"Put them on," Riddick said. " I wanna see you dressed in them."

Clara was trying to comfort Lucy, understanding that she was in pain but not knowing why.

"What did you do?" she asked finally discovering her voice.

"Oh, did I forget to say?" Riddick's voice dripped with sarcasm," I had you both fitted with restraint chips as well and ownership tags. You piss me off and you can look forwards to a little correcting shock. It works a bit like the tamers...you remember the tamers don't you?"

He raised his eyebrows waiting for a response to his question. They both nodded, Lucy more slowly and with a look of distinct pain on her face.

"So get dressed." Riddick sat back down signaling the end of the first lesson. He was sure there would be more to come. 

The women began to sort through the clothing a little more seriously. Riddick just settled back and watched, sipping his drink. They kept glancing at him every few moments, uncomfortable with his presence and the fact that they were now his slaves, in the very real sense of the word. 

They fumbled their way through the clothes, Riddick enjoying every moment of their nakedness. Clara had settled for the leather all in one body suit with matching studded collar and wrist and ankle restraints and Lucy had chosen black crushed velvet, bra and panties, accessorized with a matching choker, leash and permanent. Both of them had on incredibly high heels that pushed out their chests and gave a wiggle to their walks. Both sets of clothing were crotchless and nippleless. Riddick was usually more subtle but on this, he needed to be a bit more creative.

They stood before him nicely adorned. He tossed them a bag with some new make up in it and they applied it to each other.

Riddick stood up. "I suppose you want a show now?" said Lucy.

Riddick walked slowly across to her, taking in the flesh of her breasts pushed up high and tight over the top of her bra. He licked his lips. He pushed back her hair and holding her chin, tilted her face up towards him. 

"Oh I want a show alright," he said, an evil glint in his eye. "Come with me."

He reached the doorway of the room and then stopped. This would be his last chance, he turned and looked to them both, what did he fancy? Cute or hard? 

Decisions, decisions! 

He returned to his chair holding Clara by the hand, he wasn't in the mood for fire and ice tonight. He felt mellow and relaxed.

"Sit down," looking at Lucy he pointed to the floor.

He sat back down on his chair unfastening his pants. He pulled out his already erect cock, tugging Clara towards him. She sat astride his lap, her breasts just under his nose. His tongue almost automatically reached out to taste a nipple, while using the easy access of her panties he teased and flicked her clit. She began to moisten almost immediately, which was just as well as he didn't have all night. He pushed a finger inside her, feeling her flinch away for just a second.

She was hot and tight and Riddick wanted her now. He pulled his finger from her and lifted her bodily up and straight down onto his rigid cock. He released her and let her own weight drive down onto him. He thrust up gently once, twice, up to his hilt. He stopped tonguing her breasts and she laid her head against his stubbly head gasping. Riddick groaned, talk about 'the one minute man' she was squeezing him for all she was worth. He couldn't control himself even if he wanted too. 

He began to thrust up into her holding her under the arms and wrapping his hands over the top of her shoulders for maximum grip. Then he began to seriously fuck her. He didn't much care if Clara came or not. These bitches had kept him tied up for five days. He hated them....

He ripped up into Clara, all she could do was cry out and hang on. Riddick stood up and took two steps to the bulkhead wall and pressed her up against it. He loved to fuck standing, the muscles in his thighs getting that much more leverage than lying or sitting.

He knew he was close and didn't delay. He dug deep into her,feeling his cock bumping her inside. He thrust once more feeling the warm tight sensation creeping up his sacs and cock. Tightening, tightening, he gasped and bit down as he pumped into her, his strokes becoming short and frenzied as he came. He slowed rapidly and stood still catching his breath. Clara fingers were almost welded to his upper arms. Riddick became aware of the pain from the welts created by her nails. 

Bitch.

He let her slide her off him and she slumped to the floor. He hoped she'd regain control of her legs quickly he didn't want to have to carry her. He teased the last of his cum from his cock and then, wiping his hands on Clara's discarded shirt, he zipped himself up. Clara's breathing had almost returned to normal, and he hauled her to her feet and then shepherded them out of the room and through his ship to the cargo bay.

As they approached it the noise grew. Voices, lots of them, talking, laughing, shouting and there was music too. Riddick noticed the women clutching at each other's hands. They turned the corner to the cargo bay and were met by dozens of men, all in various states of drunkenness and undress. There were empty bottles rolling around on the deck and several half dressed girls attached to men in one way or another. The party looked like it had been in full flow for a while.

"Riddick!!" a man yelled. Riddick acknowledged the shout with a wave of his hand and pushed the now terrified girls across the floor to a makeshift stage. He helped them climb up onto the raised platform, teetering neatly on their incredibly high shoes. Riddick took a moment to admire the calves in front of him and leaned forwards to run his tongue up Clara's shin before stepping up to their height. 

Holding each girl by the arm he stepped forwards to the edge of the dais and grinned at the assembled crowd who magnetically walked towards him.

"Gentlemen," he called in a loud voice, "I promised you two beauties, and here they are!!"

The crowd roared its approval of Clara and Lucy.

"Take a good look at them." Riddick released Clara and pushed her gently to one side where a large blonde man who was salivating and caught her. Riddick twirled Lucy around on her tiny heeled shoes to the crowd's obvious delight. Her dark hair fanning out around her shoulders and her heaving chest making her ample breasts poke out all the more over the top of her bra. 

He stopped her in mid spin and wrapped his arms around her. Holding her tightly he whispered in her ear, " You did not know who you were fucking with, bitch!"

Still holding her wrists he moved away from her and shouted to the assembled crowd.

"Now you have all seen the merchandise, I'll start the bidding at one hundred gold credits."

A groan went up from the crowd. "I thought you said you were selling them Riddick, not trying to wind us up?" Came a comment from a large man with long grey hair. 

Riddick shrugged," Quality, Pieter, quality!" 

Lucy had started to struggle, she had suddenly realized the sort of show that Riddick had meant, a 'show' for a new owner. Riddick wrapped his large hand around her thin wrist a little tighter. It wouldn't do for his prize to run away. He pulled Lucy to his body again, still smiling and eyeing up the crowd.

"If you don't want one who arse fucks you everyday, or one who flogs you to a brothel when he's done breaking you I suggest you smile sweetly and play along. Other wise I will ignore bids from 'nice' owners and only takes bids from men I know will treat you badly." He spun Lucy around and kissed her hard on the lips.

"Why don't you just kill me?" she hissed. 

"Oh no that would be way too easy, " Riddick replied, " As I said earlier", he bent over her in a loving embrace, nuzzling her neck, and the crowd whooped wildly, " You had no idea who you were fucking with!" 

He turned his attention to the crowd, "Now who's going to give me the first bid of the night on this minx of a girl."

The End.