Title: Captive Pasts.

Disclaimer: Riddick is not mine, never has been. I just like to use him.

Category: Need you ask? Erotic horror Sci-Fi

Rating: See above, NC-17 +++ not for the squeamish.

Graphic story including murder, torture, unwilling partners. Dominance, and some other themes that not all would care to read. Read at your own risk. This is not one of those totally dark as hell stories of mine, but it borders on very dark. Please note, a Trakehner is a breed of horse for those that do not know this.

Special thanks to Charlene and Jellopony for being wonderful Beta readers.
 
 

Chapter 1. Fire lights the sky.
 

Thunderous hooves deafened the night. The small village of commoners were rocked awake by the steady beating of the hooves and the neighs of the approaching horses. The riders made no sounds and created fear throughout the village. Peasants scattered, running and screaming in fear. Awaiting the raid they believed was coming. But to their surprise, the band of war horses continued on, leaving behind only muddied walls of huts from the horses fast pace.
 

They watched in disbelief as they passed, and one man shouted out, “What in the name of God is that?”
 

Peasants searched the horizon as he pointed to a distant flickering trail of light that streaked the night sky.
 

The leader of the band called back to the other riders, “Hurry, we must find this thing.” The large black steed felt the kick on his sides and snorted as he lengthened his stride. His long, black, muscular legs carried him swiftly over the muddy terrain. He was a large horse, standing almost six feet tall at his withers. Noble, he had been bred in the kings’ stables. King Friedrich Wilhelm I. had watched his birth and knew he would lead many great battles. He snorted again, loving the hunt his rider led him on. His mane flowed like a river behind him and his tail that normally drug on the ground flew like a proud black flag in the air. He was a proud horse, as his rider was a proud warrior.
 

Sirens blared and red warning lights flashed. The occupants of the skiff remained unaware, unconscious from the wormhole they had just been sucked into. The large pilot was the only one beginning to stir. He moaned slightly as his eyes fluttered open. Slowly the shining silver orbs began to open wider. “Fuck!” His massive hands worked frantically to control the heated skiff that tore through the sky for the earth below. “Shit!” Riddick braced for the impact as he felt the skiff start to bounce off the forest’s canopy. The skiff moaned and screeched as it was tossed about the trees. It cut a long deep furrow as it slammed to the ground. Riddick grunted in protest as the skiff began to spin wildly, twisting its form and causing the bulkheads to snap. Piece by piece the skiff came apart. Leaving shards of metal in its wake, deep in the highlands forest.
 

Finally, it came to halt, upside down in the freshly dampened soil. The cold rain pelted the white-hot hull and the skiff hissed and groaned in the night. Riddick struggled to free himself from the twisted metal of the wreckage. He called to his passengers, “Jack? Holy Man?” No answer came, only the fresh scent of blood. His nostrils flared at the familiar coppery scent. A scent he knew all too well. Finally he freed himself from the seat restraints and fell to the heated metal that was the roof. Riddick hissed as he pulled his bruised body up and went to see the carnage behind his seat. Luckily, they were alive but rather beaten. Jack had a large gash across her chest that trickled a steady stream of blood. Imam lay in fresh puddle of blood that ran like a waterfall from a head wound. The angry wound stretched the length of his forehead. His skin parted, showing the sickening white skull below. Riddick flinched as he stared down at the man. “Not much chance for you.”
 

The leader of the band spotted the fire that started in the forest. Turning to the riders following, “A fire grows, quicken pace!” Again the black steed snorted. He could feel the other horses growing tired but as he felt his rider’s command, he again reached out his strong legs to carry them faster. He neighed triumphantly at the rest of his herd, urging them on. Hooves beat faster, harder, as the horses obeyed his commands. The only sound was the thunder created by the majestic animals. Riders held their tongues and concentrated on the speeds that they rode in the darkness of the night.
 

Ares, the large black steed could smell the smoke ahead. His head rose higher in the air as he breathed it deeply into his flared nostrils. He was eager, he had always loved the wars, and the fights his rider led him to. True to his name, he was the God of warhorses. He wouldn’t be happy as a maiden’s horse, or the horse of a peasant. He was a warrior’s horse. The forest was thick and his weight left craters behind him carved out by his hooves. He didn’t slow, he didn’t tire, and he carried his rider into the smoke and the stench of this place. He could see the flames as he galloped closer. Flames cradled the strange figure on the forest floor. Ares grew unsure, he had never seen or smelt anything like it before. As the flames shot out, the thing burst and an explosion ripped through the night. Ares reared and fell to avoid the intense heat that rushed for his herd. His rider cried out as its leg was pinned beneath the massive Trakehner.
 

Riddick threw his body over Jacks’ as the skiff blew up. He pinned her to the earth, hoping to protect her from the heated metal that shot out like bullets. Imam moaned slightly as the heat washed over his battered body. Riddick heard the shrill cries of the horses in the distance. He pulled Jack closer to Imam and quickly slid away from them, into the cover of darkness and away from the flickering flames.
 

He watched as the first horse was led by an iron and leather clad warrior into the clearing the fallen skiff had created. Soon, it was followed by more horses and warriors. Riddick felt for the shiv that should have been tucked into his waist, but it was gone.
 

Ares knew that there was another man, he could smell him. As the warriors hefted the two survivors onto the back of a horse, he stomped his hoof heavily on the ground. His rider turned to him, “What is it?” Again, Ares stomped his hoof and snorted, he tossed his head and stared at the glimmer in the darkness. His rider turned and looked carefully in the direction he had looked. “Search that area, someone is there.”
 
 

Soon the search was over as the flames spread. The leader of this band called out to the other riders. “Come, the fire has blocked our way. We must cross the Baltic River and follow it to the sea. We will ride the beach home.”
 

Riddick took a deep breath as the warriors mounted and rode off. Allowing them distance, he began to follow the hoof prints that sunk deeply into the soil, leaving a perfect trail behind them. He had smelt the aged blood that stained their leathers. Something was very wrong here, and he meant to find out. The strange voices, the horses, the weapons, all this made him wonder where in the hell they had crashed. And where they were taking his newfound friends.
 

Chapter 2.

Ares stood near as his master studied the two battered forms lying on a pile of furs in the stables. Neither of them moved as the Town Healer was examining them. His master stood near, looking over the captives. Ares snorted and tossed his head again. The stench of blood and burnt flesh made him long for the hunt again. “Easy big man,” His master soothed him.

“They will live.”  The wrinkled man stood and gathered his robes around him.

“And this one, the young boy, he will as well?”

The healer nodded and smiled, keeping his secret to him self. He didn’t like the warrior and couldn’t wait to see the expression on that face when the warrior found out the truth, this young boy was indeed a girl child. “Yes, but this one, this strange looking man, he needs to be stitched. Have you mendings?”

The warrior looked around the stables, “No, I have only twine and that will not do.”

The healer walked to Ares and stroked the stallion before plucking out one of his tail hairs. Ares snorted and glared at the man. “This will do fine.” As the healer walked away Ares kicked out and lightly grazed his knee. The healer gasped at the sudden, slight, pain. “Demon seed.”

The warrior’s head fell back as laughter roared through the barn. “It will serve you well not to forget that.”

Riddick followed the horse’s massive strides in the sand, He could smell the village not far ahead of him. Fires burned and food flirted with his senses. He began to realize just how long he had gone without a meal. His stomach growled, demanding to be fed. As he moved away from the coast and up a nearby grassy hill he was able to see the town. It was lit by firelight alone. The roads that led in and out were all dirt paths, most of them too narrow for mechanical travel. He paused at the top of the hill for a good look. The buildings were made of mud and rocks, some made of trees and twigs. Every roof was made of heavy layers of sticks. Nothing could be seen of machinery. Just horses and mules, cows and chickens. In the distance lambs roamed a cleared pasture. Riddick felt himself bristle, again, something appeared very wrong. Slowly, stealthily, he made his way down the gently sloping hill and towards the rock walls that surrounded the city.

Imam stirred and opened his eyes. He stared up at a huge black horse that was staring down at him. He took in a deep breath and tried to raise his aching head. His stomach flip-flopped with the effort and Imam groaned. He rested his head against the furs again and turned to look at Jack. She had been cleaned up and he noticed the thick, black, thread that bound her skin together on her chest. On the wound was a milkish yellow salve that smelt horrid. Imam reached a hand to his head and felt the thick threads and sticky salve on him as well.

Ares snorted and neighed loudly, alerting his master to come. Seconds later a heavily armored warrior entered. Imam looked up at the warrior. “What are you called?” A husky voice asked from beneath the headgear that blocked the face from view.

Imam just stared up. He tried to raise up again and was unable. The warrior moved closer to him, placing fur skinned feet near his chest. “Can you speak? What are you called?”

“My name?” He licked his dry lips in effort to speak above a whisper.

“Yes, yes, what are you called?”

“Imam.”

The warrior lifted the headgear off and long black hair cascaded over the woman’s shoulders. She kneeled down to get closer to him. “Why do you look like this?”

Imam, puzzled, stared at her again.

She appeared disgusted. “Yes, I am a woman, and I am a warrior. Now, answer me. Why do you like this?”

He swallowed hard to dampen his throat, “Like what?”

“You dare to mock me!” Her anger glared in her eyes. “Guards!” She called as she stood. Two female figures come in and she motioned to them. “Take him. He is of no use to me. Put him on the pole for all to see. I shall make an example of him soon.”

As Riddick scaled the high walls he heard a familiar voice. Imam cried out as he was stripped and tied to a pole in the center of the village. Riddick inched his way carefully into the village. Finally, he was able to see the naked Imam who was bound by leather ties to a large, blood stained, tree trunk. Imam’s eyes glanced around fearfully. Riddick watched as a tall woman with long black hair neared him. She was clad in leather with a sword slug over her back. He was too far to make out the words, but he saw Imam’s fear grow. The woman went to him and trailed her fingers over his face. She moved fluidly over his bare chest and let her fingers drag down to his manhood. Imam panicked again and cried out as she gripped him painfully.

Riddick stalked closer. He had to know what was going on. As he found a darkened path to hide on he settled against a wall to listen.

The woman stared at Imam with icy cold blue eyes. “I will ask you again. Who sent you here? What is that thing that fell from the sky?” Her hands rested on his chest as she pressed her body against him

“No one sent me here. It is a skiff, a ship that flies in space.”

Her voice thundered. “Do you take me for a fool? Only birds can fly. What manner of bird was that?”

“It was not a bird, it is a skiff.”

She slapped his face hard, drawing blood from his mouth. “Fine, refuse to answer me then. The boy child will suffer!”

Jack was barely beginning to realize where she was when two large women came in and hefted her over their shoulders. She kicked and yelled at the women that ignored her struggles. Moments later she was shoved to the cold, wet, ground. Jack tried to free herself from the grips of the warrior women. One woman controlled her feet and the other, her hands. “Let go of me you bitch,” Jack struggled again.

Soon, she was being tied to posts that stuck out of the earth, her hands above her head and her feet spread eagle. Jack tried to see what was going on around her, she could see Imam’s bare body on the post close to her. She could hear towns’ folk cheering nearby. She heard Imam beg for them to leave her alone, swearing that he had told the truth.

Two warrior women stood near her head staring at their longhaired leader.

Imam stared into the cold eyes of the woman, he could see bloodlust behind her smiling face. She moved closer to him again, her lips within inches of his. She glared at him and pressed her firm round breasts against him. “Answer me with truth, and maybe I will let you pleasure me before I kill you.” She ground her hips against his. “What are you and the boy doing here, and where is the other that was with you?”

“I can not pleasure you. I am sworn to celibacy. We crashed here in the skiff.”

“Silence!” She shoved off of his body powerfully. “This man can’t fuck!” She turned to her flock. “Did you hear that? Do you hear his lies?”

The crowd roared with laughter and with cheers begging for him to be punished. The warrior, wanting to please her flock, smiled and called to slave. “Mayleena, come, see if this thing is indeed a man. Show us!”

The slave came forward, she was smaller then the warriors. Her dirty blond hair hung about her face. She was not dressed as richly as the others, her dress was tattered, and her feet were bare. Her look said she had been robbed of her pride and forced to live a hard life. She was a very pretty girl with a generous amount of curves nonetheless. She knelt on the ground before Imam and reached out and took his manhood in her hand. Imam begged her to stop, but she looked up at him smiled. Her hand began to massage him and he felt his body stirring.

She smiled at him again as he started to thicken in her hand. She licked her lips before diving in to take him in her mouth. “NO! Stop!” But her tongue ignored him as it began to devour his growing length. Soon, he was unable to contain a moan as she sucked at his throbbing member. The warrior came to them and pulled the slave roughly off of him. She pointed to his rock hard erection. “He said he couldn’t pleasure me! Do you see this?”

The crowd roared again and Jack looked over to see why. She spotted Imam, in all his glory and slammed her eyes tightly shut. Fear struck her at the shock of the scene. What kind of people are these?

Riddick watched from the darkness. His mouth hung open with surprise. He had seen a lot of things in his life, but he wasn’t prepared for this sight. A tribe of warrior women that enjoyed torturing, as if it were a sport. He couldn’t help the curiosity that began to build with in him. He settled back against the wall to watch and see their next move.

The warrior glared at Imam. “So, I now see that words hold no truth. After all, you would be able to pleasure me.”

Imam shook his head. “No, I meant that it is against my beliefs.”

“You lie!” She pointed at him. “Time to teach you a lesson.” She pointed to Jack, “Strip the boy!” Imam watched as the two guards approached her. “No! Not Jack!”

The guards tore the clothing off of her with ease. Gasps came from the crowd and the warriors as she was exposed. Two small firm breasts and thick thatch of hair was exposed to the early dawn’s chilled air. The warrior walked over to stare down at the naked girl. “See! They lie! They both deceive us! The boy is a girl child.”

The crowd roared with shock. They demanded action against the strangers. The warrior raised her hand and pointed to Imam. “Kill him!” Mayleena returned to him and smiled. She slid her mouth over his manhood again and slowly slid a dagger out from the folds of her dress. She brought the sharp edge to his groin and drove the dagger deep into his flesh. As Imam screamed, her mouth left him and she brought the knife upward until it met his breastbone.

Jack heard his blood chilling screams and turned away. She heard the flesh being sliced apart and the liquid thud as his insides fell to the ground. Then she heard herself scream. Somewhere in the distance a deep, feral growl pierced the dawn and the crowd became silent.

Chapter Three.

Riddick roared as he rushed into the crowd. The crowd of mostly women parted quickly, almost as if they had expected him. His own blood lust filled him as he raced for his skiff mates. He could see Imam, his eyes focused on Riddick as he tore through the crowd. Blood spilled out of him like a waterfall. Before Riddick could reach Imam, he shuddered with his last breath and his eyes rolled back into his sweat and blood covered head.

Riddick ran straight to him. The mess below his feet caused him to lose his footing and Riddick fell with a thud into the pile of intestines. He growled as he looked down at his blood-covered hands. Anger built into rage, he turned his head to face the leader of the group with a fierce smile. “I’ll kill you for this.”

The woman stared down at him. Raising herself to her full height, she stood almost as tall as Riddick. Slowly, she moved a step towards him. “You first.” She motioned to her warriors.

Riddick tried to stand, but he slipped in the blood and mud mixture at his feet. The entrails tangled at his feet. He balanced himself as the three warriors approached. They surrounded him, and he struck out at the closest one, but as he did he lost his footing again. Within seconds, he was captured.

Jack cried out his name as she watched him being drug to the leader. The leader smiled down at the bound girl. She turned her eyes to Riddick. Slowly, she reached out her hand and slid a finger along his goggles. “So, Riddick. What is this upon your face?”

“What the fuck does it look like?”

The crowd gasped in shock as he spat his answer. Women, children and a few old men stared in horror. Eagerness for bloodshed shown in their eyes, they wanted a show.

The warrior laughed at his response. “I think this man, still thinks he is in control.” She turned to look at her adoring crowd, obviously, willing to give them what they wanted. “Men! They are too stupid to know when they have been bested.” She roared with laughter again. “What shall we do with him?”

The crowd came alive around them, yelling out suggestions to the woman. Blood, beating, killing, not one person seemed to have a sane answer. Even Jack, as she begged. “Please let him go? I will do anything you want, just let him go.”

This got the leaders attention. She turned and walked to Jack. “Anything?”

Jack’s eyes filled with tears as she stared up at her. “Yes, anything. Just let him go.”

Riddick turned to see her looming over Jack. “Shut up Jack, she’ll kill us both anyway.” A fist slammed into the side of his head and he looked up to see a red headed warrior snarling down at him.

The leader stood proud. She turned to look at Riddick. “You, yes, but maybe we can use the girl.” She turned back to look at Jack again. “What is your name girl?”

“Fuck you.” Jack managed to build the courage to spit at her.

The leader stomped her foot on Jack’s knee. Jack cried out in pain. “My name is Ariella. Now what is yours?”

Jack clinched her teeth against the pain the rocked her knee. “Jack.”

Ariella threw her head back and laughed. After several moments, she looked at Jack again. “You dress like a boy, you look like a boy and you are named as one.” Ariella knelt down next to Jack and looked at her warriors. “Bring the big man over here and tie him as she is. I want him to see this.” She turned back to her again as Riddick was staked out on the ground. “But look at your naked form, you are a girl. Are you not proud to be a woman?”

Jack stared defiantly up at her. “Not if this is how women act.”

Ariella laughed again. She ran a hand along Jack’s thigh. “You look cold child. And you seem brave. But are you wise?” She turned her eyes to the crowd that had inched closer to watch, “we shall find out now.”

She ignored Riddick’s threatening growl to leave Jack alone. She moved closer to Jack’s body, taking in her scent. “If you are wise, you will know to not make a sound. If you want to live, you will remain silent.” She trailed her slender fingers over Jack’s bare flesh, moving slowly from her knee to her hip. Ariella stared into Jack’s horrified eyes as she clenched her jaws again. “Not one cry, not one sound, unless you care to give into me and allow me to hear your pleasure.”

Riddick struggled against his binds again. “What the fuck is this place? Who the hell are you? God damn you! Leave her alone!”

Ariella smiled at him wickedly. “Is she your lover?”

“No! You sick bitch, she’s just a kid!”

“Ha! She is old enough, we have women younger then she is who have already bore children.” She pointed to the crowd. “Now, shut your mouth!” She motioned to her women and soon a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth. She turned back to Jack. Again, her fingers painted invisible trails on her flesh. “You will do anything, you say? Then you shall be my slave for this night. Please me and the villagers with a show and maybe I will let this man live.”

Jack started to speak, then closed her mouth and nodded. She could still hear Riddick’s mumbles as he tried to encourage her not to cooperate.

Arielle’s fingers began exploring again. First up her leg, then her hip and finally resting on the thatch of hair of Jack’s mound. “Has anyone ever touched you here before?” She smiled, as Jack shook her head no. Ariella seemed to purr as she played in the curls. Her finger teasing each hair, and then she moved to run her finger along her tender flesh. She felt Jack jump and this created another smile. Slowly she parted her and found her opening. She slid a finger deep inside Jack.

Jack shook her head, trying to keep quiet to save Riddick. She tried to close her legs, but the binds kept her from doing so. She felt the woman’s finger probing deep inside of her, sickening, to think of another woman touching her this way.

Ariella took her finger out of the warmth and slid it across her lips. “You taste unspoiled, so sweet.” She smiled at Jack and then lowered herself between her legs, ignoring her as she shook her head again and her eyes grew even wider. For a moment, Ariella just stared down at the unspoiled flesh, breathing in the scent of her. Then her tongue gently snaked out and tasted her flesh again. She probed every inch of Jack, inside and out. Tasting deep inside as she pushed her tongue into her. Then she nibbled at her clit and could feel her respond. She began to grow moist, and swell.

Riddick’s anger grew as he saw what the woman was doing. Jack turned her head away from him to hide her embarrassment. He struggled against the gag in his mouth and within moments, was able to spit it out. “Get away from her, you nasty bitch!”

Ariella rose up to look at him. “What? Oh, look the big man is jealous.” She smiled as she walked to him and knelt down. “You had wanted to taste her fruit first, didn’t you?” She turned to the crowd as they began to laugh and she smiled.  Ariella sat down to straddle his chest and held his head steady in her hands. “I can share, big man.” She slid her finger across his lips while he glared at her. Then she ran her finger across her own lips and smiled.

“You are one sick mother fucker!”

She laughed. Then she jammed her finger into his mouth. “Taste her!”

Riddick bit down with as much force as he could. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth and the woman gasped slightly. He felt her lean back enough to grip his manhood and apply pressure.

“Let go of my finger, or I will crush your useless tools.”

Through clenched teeth, he smiled at her. “I will bite the fucker off.” He ground his teeth into her, tearing at the flesh. She squeezed him roughly, creating enough pain for him to cry out and release his grip. When her finger was free, she slammed her fist into the side of his head.

“Riddick! No!” Jack had broken the silence.

Ariella stood and looked into Jack’s horrified eyes. “Get the corpse down and replace it with this big one. He will soon face the end.” She pointed to Jack. “Her silence, for his life. She has sealed his fate.”

The crowd roared with laughter and cheers. All too eager for the next part of the show their beloved leader was about to give them. Jack’s pleading cries was lost among the clapping hands and cheering voices.

Chapter 4
 

Riddick stared at the crowd. He was amazed at the scene that played out before him. He was now bound to the pole in the center of town, in a standing position with his arms tied behind him around the pole. Facing the crowd and the mess that remained at his feet. The smell of Imam’s blood was still fresh and the pole was sticky with the drying blood.
 

He faintly heard Jack’s cries over the bloodlust. Riddick watched as Ariella stood over Jack’s bound figure again. He could sense the danger that was coming and had never before felt so helpless to do anything about it. Even in the slam, even bound and bitted, he was able to protect what he had wanted to. Even as fucked up as his time was, he missed it. Mostly, he missed being able to hop, or steal, a skiff and vanish. But here, now, he was stuck, with no way off this rock.
 

“Silence!” She pointed to the crowd and then turned her attention back to the helpless girl. “You beg for the life of this man?” Arielle’s laughter thundered. “I think, maybe you are weaker than I thought.” She turned an evil smile back to her followers. “What shall we do with the weakling?”
 

Voices erupted, screaming out ideas. Mostly all of them wanted death for the weakling. Riddick heard one voice, telling them to leave her alone. He then realized it was his own.
 
 

Arielle raised her hand to steady the crowd and the voices died down. She turned to smile a bloodthirsty smile at Riddick. “Don’t beg for her. You are stronger than that.” She turned back to the crowd again. “People, do you want to see something I have never shown you before?”
 

The crowd stared for a moment at their beloved leader and then erupted in roars for the idea. They started screaming and jumping and begging for more. Ariella smiled, proudly, and then whistled. She smiled as she raised her hands above her head. “Behold!”
 

A distant squeal echoed through the dawn and the pounding hooves grew closer. The crowd parted to allow the Trakehner passage. He galloped to Ariella and snorted as he came to a stop in front of her. She smiled at the horse as she reached out to stroke his head. She spoke, quietly, to the Stallion. Then she led it over to Jack.
 

Jack stared up at her with terror filled eyes. She shook her head in protest and struggled to cry out, but fear held her voice captive. Finally she managed, “What . . are you . . gonna do?”
 

Ariella laughed again. She released her hold on Ares and, quietly, spoke to him again. The black stallion reared up and lurched forward, landing his hind feet within inches of Jack. Jack’s scream pierced the chilled air. Ares met her scream with a neigh and stomped his hoof. Ares snorted, his ears laid back against his head and he shook his head as he looked at Jack.
 

“Now!” Ariella shouted as she smacked the horse’s rump.
 

Ares snorted again. Then he was moving, his hooves slamming into Jack’s body over and over again. She cried out with pain. Riddick yelled. The stallion continued his assault. Hooves tearing away flesh as Jack’s cries became weaker and weaker.
 

Riddick yelled over the crowd that began to cheer the warhorse on. “You fuckin bitch! I swear I will kill you for this!” His voice never reached her, it was lost somewhere between the crowd and the hooves that smashed bones, which snapped loudly with almost every strike. Then, the stallion reared again and planted a black hoof directly in the dying girls head. With a sickening crack, Jack fell silent.
 

Riddick slumped against his bounds, he felt sickened. His stomach threatened to empty itself. For the first time, he felt tears sting his eyes. He thought he could actually hear the sound of his heart as it broke for the girl he had been so fond of. Even worse, the twisted crowd cheered and yelled praise at the sight. They had enjoyed it, they had gotten some sick pleasure at the sight.
 

Riddick felt a presence in front of him and slowly looked up. He saw the blood stained hooves and the little bits of flesh that clung to them. He looked at Ariella who wore the blood of Jack, spattered about her leathers and face. A triumphant smile parted her lips in a look of shear evil.
 

Riddick glared at her. “You are gonna die bitch.”
 

She licked her lips and smiled again. “Maybe, someday. I think it is you, that will die soon.” She inched closer to him, taking in his scent, taking in the size of the man that was bound in front of her. Desire shown in her eyes. She slid a hand across his shoulder, feeling the rippled muscle beneath. She smiled at him again, her hand trailing down his chest, cupping his pecks. She brought her body closer, within half a foot of him and let her hand explore his well-muscled stomach. Her other hand released the horse at her side and came to rest on his thigh. “But we could use a man like you. So strong, so well built. You would produce such powerful warriors and workers.” She licked her lips again as she pressed her own powerful body against his. She was now able to slide her hand over his manhood without being seen. Riddick felt her body tremble as her hand closed around him.
 

“What a waste it would be to kill you.” She smiled seductively at him.
 

“You’ll wish you had, I can promise you that.” He answered with a low growl that rumbled through both of them.
 

“I can kill you, sure, or I can promise you a life you have never imagined.”
 

Riddick laughed. “You have already done that. But it is you that has no idea what you are getting into.”
 

She pressed her body against him, her hand feeling that his body grew against his will. She rubbed against the growing flesh. “I can give you pleasure you have never known.” She glanced at the crowd and then turned back to him. “Look out there, you see the men? The few that we have spared are old. They are too old to give us what we need. Strong children. So, I think, I’ll spare you. Keep you for a breeder.”
 

“No way. Ghost me now. No way in hell will I let you or anyone else use me.”
 

“You have no choice.” She turned to the crowd, pulling a blade from her boot. “I want you all to see what I have felt!”
 

She turned to Riddick and ran the blade along the center of his chest, cutting away the shirt and tossing it to the ground, she turned to her crowd again. “Look! See the power of this man? Look at his strength, his build. He is the one we need to produce stronger warriors! He is our new breeder!”
 

The crowd gasped at her words. They all fought to see the man she was talking about. They looked at him with awe. Whispers broke the silence.
 

“He will serve us well!” Ariella turned her blade back to him and cut away his pants, they fell in black heap around his feet. As she took him in she gasped. “Oh, you are a big man.”
 

“Fuck you, bitch.” He spat.
 

“Oh, I intend to.” She smiled at him. “Now, let’s see why you hide your eyes.” She reached out for him. Riddick turned his head away as she slid the blade under the strap that held his goggles on. With a snap they fell to the ground.
 

Riddick growled a feral growl as he turned his head to her and let his eyes slide open, the silver orbs picking up the faint light that began to peek over the mountains in the distance.
 

Ariella gasped and stumbled backwards. She stared into the shinning eyes that glowed with the red of the dawn. “You are not a man!” She looked nervously back at the crowd before grabbing up his eyewear and placing it as best she could over his eyes. She whispered into his ear, “You are a devil, a demon.”
 

Riddick smiled down at her. “You got that right.”

Chapter Five.

The sun began to peek over the mountains. Ariella turned to her
warriors, "Take this man down and bind him in my chambers!" She
turned to face Riddick again. "You may prove useful after all."

The crowd roared in protest, they were not ready for the bloodshed to
end. Ariella turned back to them, irately. "This man bears a mark of
royalty! He shall be held captive, until we find what line he belongs
to. He may be worth more than a pleasurable death." She waved away the crowds. "Take him now and make sure he cannot escape."

Riddick fought the urge to struggle. Now was not the time to free
himself. Not in front of this crowd and all of her warriors. He would
have his time soon enough. He struggled just enough to make it seem
he was putting up a fight. Some how, the goggles remained over his
eyes. Riddick was pleased, the less people that knew about them, the
more advantage the shinned eyes would bring.

He allowed the two warriors to usher him into Ariella's chambers and
secure him to a makeshift bed behind a hanging curtain of furs, away
from the rest of the chamber. Luckily, it had no windows that would
allow him to be blinded should his eyewear slip off. He resisted just
enough, grunting to make it seem as if he was at his limits. The
warriors struggled to bind him to a bed of furs that were tossed on
the ground between three poles. Each arm was bound above his head to a pole on either side of him, while his ankles were bound to the pole at his feet. With one foot on either side, his legs were not crossed,
they just gently touched at the thigh. The warriors turned, leaving
Riddick in the partial darkness the hanging furs offered.

Footsteps fell over the dirt floor. Soft padding moved hesitantly
towards the furs that separated Riddick from the rest of the
chambers. The light padding sound they made, told him this was not
Ariella. Slowly, the furs parted and a young woman walked in. She
carried with her water, food and a cloth that was meant for washing.

"I.... I am to clean you and feed you." She kept her soft, blue eyes
turned away from him.

Riddick let a low growl heighten her fear. She came slowly to him and
began to cut away what was left of his clothing. She fought to keep
her eyes focused on the wall beyond.

"So, kid, what does that bitch want with me?"

"I am not to speak to you, just get you ready."
 

"Ready for what?" He kept his voice deep and threatening.
 

She shook her head fearfully, and began to clean his neck, chest and
arms. Riddick watched her fear with mild amusement
 

"Ever seen a man like this before? Naked?"

Her face turned rose red as she shook her head. Her face turned away from him to hide her embarrassment. Riddick stared at her, she was
simple but beautiful for a young woman. Her red hair cascaded over
her in ringlets. Her light blue eyes carried innocence and sweetness.
Her body, though clad in dirty rags, blossomed through and hinted at
the curves that hid underneath.

"A woman as beautiful as yourself has never seen a man naked before? I find that hard to believe." Riddick smiled at the woman, he had his thorn. He had an opening. "Look at me, I know you want to. I can feel your desire to see what you touch." He had a way to escape and was determined to use it.

"No! I can't! I am for Ariella. Never to experience a man. I am for
her." She nervously went about cleaning his feet and legs, avoiding
his most private part.

"She touches you?"

The woman said nothing, but her hands trembled a little more.

Riddick smiled again. "That's a shame! For you to be wasted on a
woman. Just take a look, I want you to. You want to."

She shook her head again. Frantically trying to refuse him.

"You will look at me. I am not just a man. See for yourself."

She was startled at his words. Her will broke down and ever so slowly
she turned her eyes. First taking in the muscular legs and then to
his face. She sighed fearfully and let her eyes wander to his chest.

"Go on. Look at me." Riddick whispered.

Slower her eyes traveled to his black curls that led the way to the
thing she was never meant to see. As her eyes made contact with it,
it twitched and her eyes flew back to the goggles that remained on
his face.

"Have you ever touched a man?"

She shook her head again, a slight blush glowed on her fair skin.

"Touch it. I need you to touch it. I want you to touch it."
Riddick's deep voice seemed to both plead and demand

She trembled as her hand slid over his chest, her bare skin heating
with every ripple of muscle she encountered. Her hand slowly passed
his navel and Riddick forced a groan. He wasn't getting pleasure out
of this, but she had to believe he was. He wanted her to think he
honestly wanted her, and wanted her to believe that he would need her.

As her fingers began to tangle in his curls she jerked away. "No, I
can't!"

"Please, touch me. I need your beauty, I need your kindness. Comfort
me." He tried to sound as vulnerable as he could. The words felt so
strange, coming from him He wasn't a man to beg, or even ask for
anything. As bizarre as the words seemed, he knew they had to be
used, to draw her in.

She gazed at his face, before biting her lip and moving her hand back
to where it had been. Her fingers played in the hair, twisting it
between each finger before she reached out a single finger to the
head of his cock. Her finger traced the shape of it as she bit harder
on her lip.

"Take it in your hand, let me show you how much I need you." Riddick
pushed his hips to her, smiling. He was aware that sex was the only
thing these people related to other than death. "See what happens to
me when you touch it."

She sighed heavily, her body already heating. She grasped him in her
hand. Her hand lightly squeezing at the flesh. She rubbed lightly
along the shaft that was beginning to respond to her attentions. As
he began to harden in her hand, she gasped.

"It grows!"

"It will do more than that, please, keep doing that."

He grew to full hardness in her hands as she stroked him. Throbbing
with her every movement and she grew breathless. Her hand trembled
against the heated, velvet staff.

"Do you want to do something else for me?"

She nodded.

"Sit on me, facing me."

She did as he asked, her thighs cradled his chest as she reached
behind her to continue stroking him. The heat from her center told
Riddick that she wouldn't need much tempting.

"Now, slide back. Let me feel your body against me."

Slowly, she inched back, letting her moist, tender flesh, rest atop
his manhood. "I can't let you." She tried to argue.

"Just move your body, let it rub against me. I won't let it inside
you." Riddick hid the smile of deceit that was starting to pull at
his lips.

"You swear to me?"

Riddick nodded as he pressed against her.
 

She rocked her hips slowly at first. His large, erect, cock slid
between her hot lips. The hard, satin tipped head, teased her clit
with every grind, she threw her head back and moaned. Her body began to twitch as she rubbed faster against him.

"Tell me you want more!"
 

"No!"

Riddick pushed against her harder, using his muscles to control the
throbbing, intensifying it. "I must have you! Tell me you want me!"

"I can't, oh, I want to. No, I can't!"

"You must!" With that Riddick buried himself deeply into her
untouched center. She cried out with the sudden pain and fell forward
onto his chest. He waited, as she caught her breath. She stared at
him, slowly raising her body up again.

Riddick pushed deeply into her and she gasped. Her body trembled
around him as she began to relax. Her grip loosened on his hardness
and he pushed into her again.

She slowly began to move in time with him, impaling herself with him
over and over until she began to shudder with tidal waves of
pleasure. Her head rolled back, her hair tickling his skin as she
rode him. Her body began to jerk as her pleasure began to erupt.

Riddick tossed his head until the goggles fell from his face. He
watched her body as she erupted around him. Gasping, she fell against his chest again. She moaned as the last of the waves tingled her center.

With a level of control only a very few men had, Riddick willed his
cock to become soft inside her. He had no desire to get pleasure from the deflowered woman. As her breaths came steadier she slowly lifted
her self to look at him.

Riddick felt her eyes on him and slowly opened his eyes.

"What?" She cried, as she stared at the liquid silver eyes staring
back at her.

"You now carry the seed of the devil. You are now mine, woman. If you
want to survive this, you will do as I say. Do you understand me?"

She stared at him, her body trembling. "Ariella could capture the
devil?"

"Only because I allowed it."

"Survive what? You are bound."

Riddick laughed menacingly. "But the child that will soon be growing
in your womb will not be bound! He can kill you with only a thought
planted in his head, by me!"

"What will you have me do?"

Riddick smiled, "Nothing for now. But every time the warriors leave,
you are to come to me. You are to serve me over and over until I
choose to leave. Do you understand me?"

She nodded, shamefully. "I understand, Satan."

"First, call me Riddick. Second, get off of me and return to your
home. Tell no one what you know, or you shall die instantly."

She pulled her body off of him and his manhood plopped out to rest
against him again. She glanced at it as she grabbed her things and
ran, sobbing, out of the chambers. Riddick smiled, painfully,
thankful that he had the woman believing what he wanted her to
believe.
 

TBC!