Title: Interchange
Author: Minx
Fandom: Pitch Black
Pairing: Riddick/Fry
Rating: NC-17 for graphic violence.
Disclaimer: The Characters of Pitch Black are copyright to USA Films. There is no infringment intended by the use of them in this story. I claim none of those characters.
Chapter 3 (Chapter 1-2, 3-4, 5-6, 7-9)
Riddick had given Fry the length of time of a slowly smoked cigarette to recover from her ‘attack’ on him. He had sat at the navigation post, feet up on the console, and watched as she had regained her composure. He watched her as she wiped her face with the back of her hands, leaving smudgy dirty tracks down her cheeks. Her body still jerked from the occasional, now stifled, sob. He had finished his smoke in one last large drag and then hauled Fry to her feet and said, “Shower.” She looked up at him. Her face said ‘submission’ but her eyes still said ‘fight’. So now, he dragged her along a dank, dark narrow corridor, just one of a myriad of claustrophobic warren like tunnels that ran the length of the ship. The illumination from the bulkhead lights was gloomy and threw ugly shadows in front of them. Tired of her weight dragging on his arm he grabbed her, swung her past him and pushed her in front. Her shirt tore at the collar revealing her slender neck. Riddick watched her stumble but she managed to keep her footing. He caught her heels and she increased her pace.
“Move!” Riddick yelled as she started to slow down after just a few steps. “This is for your fucking benefit not mine.” He shoved her again, squarely on her shoulder, and this time she almost fell. He watched as she clutched frantically at the cables on the wall to save her from crashing to the deck. Riddick did not slow his pace or try to help her, he merely smirked at her efforts and nearly trod on her as she picked herself up. They rounded the corner and drew level with the Captains quarters. “Stop.” Riddick barked. He was pissed with her. It was less than a half hour since he had killed Mitchell in front of her, and then fought off her pathetic attempt to attack him. However, she hadn’t learned her lesson and was already messing him about. He hit the door release mechanism with a little too much force. Grabbing Fry by the shoulder, he spun her round. He wrapped his hand around her throat, his finger and thumb nearly meeting at the nape of her neck. Pinning her to the wall he leaned against her, she stunk of sweat and fear. The sweat she could wash off. The fear, Riddick wanted to keep.
Don’t push it woman.
He ran his free hand through her dirty blonde hair, curling one lank strand around his forefinger and tugging it. Fry winced and closed her eyes. Riddick leaned close to her face and said, “I know you were deliberately slowing your pace walking here, Carolyn. I know that you will try and do anything you can to stop me from taking this ship.” He licked his dry lips and continued,” I also know, if you keep it up, it’s the quickest way to get yourself killed. Do you want to die Carolyn? You are dispensable and you are mine. Fuck me about and I will kill you, and it won’t be quick and it won’t be easy.” He traced his fingers over her sweat-drenched cheek, across his own hand around her neck, and followed the line down her body to her still open pants, hanging carelessly off her hips. He slid his index finger inside her panties, just touching her soft curls. Carolyn’s eyes widened again. Her posture immediately changed. Her shoulder’s dropped and she lowered her eyes. Riddick could feel her repeatedly swallowing under his hand around her neck. He pressed his cheek to her own, and his body up against hers, crushing her to the wall. He whispered in her ear.
“Don’t make me kill you Carolyn, because if have to, I will, without hesitation.” He paused. “ First I will take your body, and then I will take your soul.” He felt her start to tremble. Having made his point, he slowly released his hold on her neck as he stepped back, admiring the reddening marks left on her skin. If he was going to have to reinforce his will regularly, he was going to enjoy it.
“Now do you want to shower or not?” Riddick asked. His demeanor changed as he lowered his goggles over his eyes. He wouldn’t put up with her unwillingness to cooperate much longer. He needed her help to accomplish the slingshot maneuver, after that, he’d see how useful she would be. They could do the next six weeks the easy way or the hard way-Fry seemed to want it the hard way. Riddick didn’t care either way, as long as he got what he wanted. Fry peeled herself off the wall and managed a slight nod. She moved toward the open doors as Riddick gestured and walked into Mitchell’s sleeping quarters. She stopped suddenly. “What?” said Riddick inclining his head towards her.
“Clothes…they are in MY quarters, along with my washing stuff, shampoo..” Fry stammered. Riddick cut her off, “We will get your clothes but you will wash in here.”
He already knew there was nothing in the room that she could use as a weapon in an attack. He had removed everything when he had showered earlier. He planned to keep her constantly guessing, never knowing what was going to happen next. Fear and confusion of his enemies had always been his greatest strengths. He stepped back and allowed her to walk past him, making sure she had to brush along his body. He followed her up the corridor just a few meters and into her quarters where she retrieved clean pants, shirt and underwear. Riddick saw her take a sly side ways glance at a picture on a storage unit as she gathered her clothes. He walked over and picked it up. It was a family portrait. HER family portrait? Fry stood in the center of the group, presumably the couple behind her were her parents and the two others her siblings.
“Family?” he asked. He looked at her and she nodded sharply. He watched as the realization hit her that even though he wasn’t looking at her, he had seen every move she made. He returned to the picture, Fry looked much younger in it, ten years at least. Ten years ago, Riddick mused, he’d been starting his second stretch in slam. Riddick smiled to himself, he hadn’t stayed inside for more than three weeks, and the security had been a joke. He turned and looked over the top of the photo at Fry. “Cute,” he said and threw it across the room, just missing her head. It smashed against the wall, shattered glass flying everywhere Fry gasped, but said nothing.
“Go shower,” was all Riddick said, his voice flat, even and devoid of emotion.
Carolyn looked close to tears again and scurried out of the room; her clothes bundled in her arms. Riddick followed, keeping her in sight. They reached the bathroom of Mitchell’s quarters and Fry dumped her clothes on the locker by the shower and turned to undress. Riddick settled himself against the doorframe; he kept his goggles on as the bathroom lights were very bright. He crossed his arms and said” Twenty minutes.”
Fry’s discomfort increased as she realized that Riddick was going to watch her shower. She opened her mouth to say something but thought better of it and turned her back to him to undress. She lifted her shirt above her head and pushed her pants down her legs. She could hear his breathing getting louder the more clothes she shed. She felt so humiliated, she knew that was what he wanted, and that she had to brazen it out. She pushed the toe of one foot against the heel of the other to force off her shoe without bending down. There was no way she was going to bend down in front of him and present him with her partially clad ass. She repeated the action with the other foot and then shrugged off her pants as they reached her ankles. She kept her knees together awkwardly, desperate not to bend over. Carolyn heard Riddick growl and paused, the sound sending a chill down her spine. She leaned into the shower to turn the water on. She had a choice now. Did she strip completely in front of him? Not fucking likely. She stepped into the shower panties and all.
Riddick raised an eyebrow and shouted over the noise of the water hitting the base of the stall. “You always shower in panties, Fry? Take them off, I’ve seen it all before.” He watched Fry suck her top lip as she slid them off, dropping them on the floor with her other clothes. Her jaw flexed as she gritted her teeth. She turned and began to lather herself with Mitchell’s soap. Riddick sighed absorbing the view in front of him. He was getting hard, fuck; he needed to control himself.
Pursing his lips, he slid reluctantly off the doorframe, trying to rearrange himself so he was more comfortable. He walked into the sleeping quarters and started to systematically empty every draw, cupboard and locker onto the floor, searching for anything Fry could use as a weapon. This would be her room when he allowed her to sleep, he didn’t want her finding a weapon to attack him with.
He found Mitchell’s bags in the bottom of his locker. He turned them upside down and shook them, several things fell out. Riddick retrieved the nail scissors. Anything he found he would dump later.
He pulled the tatty mattress off the bed and opened the bedside locker tossing Mitchell’s pictures of his family on the floor with everything else. He stood up and surveyed the fittings in the room. Riddick’s many escapes from slam had made him a master at using anything around him for a weapon or a means of escape. A door handle could be a crowbar. A screw or nail an effective puncturing weapon. He walked to the mirror on the wall and ran his fingers around the edge. Mirrors could be smashed and the glass used for a dozen things. This one was well secured, however, and couldn’t be pulled from the wall.
He peered into the shower room; to find Fry looking back, her puzzled _expression turning to embarrassment at being caught staring at him. He smirked back at her allowing his eyes to sweep the full length of her body, just long enough to make her uncomfortable again. She hurriedly turned her back to him.
He took one final look around the room and then decided it was time to return to the peep show. He sauntered back into the bathroom grabbing a towel off the rack as he walked. He stood right by the edge of the shower for several seconds, enjoying the view, as Fry turned under the faucet to rinse off the last of the soap in her hair.
Oh yeah.
“Out”, he said.
The closeness of his voice made her start. Her eyes flicked open and she snatched the towel from his out stretched hand, wrapping it around herself as quickly as possible, soapy bubbles still visible in her hair. She went to step out of the shower but Riddick blocked her way. She up looked at him, seeing her reflection in his goggles.
Riddick took an edge of the towel in each hand and, with painful slowness, pulled it from her fingers. He opened it wide. His breathing was fast after rushing the search the in the sleeping area, but he was bringing it under control. Staring at Fry’s delicious naked body was slowing that recovery. His eyes roamed across her, his tongue curling in his mouth at the anticipated relief she would bring. The water was still dripping down her. Little rivulets ran down her breasts and stomach disappearing into her blonde curls. Her thighs were creamy white and her nipples rosy pink. This was the seminal moment. If he were going to rape her, he would do it now. The seconds stretched as he debated with himself. Fry stood dead still; she could tell what was at stake. Riddick abruptly snapped the towel back around Fry.
“Get out,” he said brusquely.
Fry clasped the edges of the towel together and leaped out. She pushed past him, the first time she had voluntarily touched him. She grabbed her clothes off the locker, and ran into the sleeping area. She nearly tripped over the debris on the floor, trying hard to keep her towel around her body.
Riddick shook his head, cross with himself. He had nearly lost his control. He turned and leaned against the cool tiles. He watched Fry as she tried to dry herself hurriedly, her back to him again. Her ass was firm and bounced as she rubbed the towel up and down her legs. Riddick didn’t care which way she faced him. Front ways, back ways , he’d fuck her anyways. Weeks in cryo were bad for a man’s sex drive.
Riddick moved his hand to his crotch and undid his fly. He had to kill this urge now. He was already rock hard, and his cock sprang free as the zipper opened his pants. He bit his lip grabbing himself and began to jerk hard. He was practiced and could bring himself off in ten good strokes or less.
The brothers had beaten any boys that they caught ‘playing with the devil’. Therefore, you learned to come fast if you didn’t want bleeding fingers that were then dipped in antiseptic powder. The memories of the boys screams almost put Riddick off his stroke. He closed his eyes for a second and focused. He re-opened them to see Fry climbing into her panties, he legs parted just enough for a glimpse of her snatch.
Fuck yeah!
“ Stop,” he shouted. Fry stood still, one foot in her underwear.
“Turn round and face me,” Riddick’s voice had become low and rough with his arousal. Fry slowly turned and looked at him, her eyes immediately dropping to his open pants and his hand stroking his large cock. A blush spread from her face down her neck almost reaching her breasts. To Riddick the blush looked like she was turned on by his actions, even though he knew she wasn’t. It gave her skin a beautiful glow.
“Dress slower,” he growled. He could see Fry’s eyes nervously roaming the floor, walls, anywhere that wasn’t looking at what he was doing. She lifted her other leg into her panties and slid them up her hips, her pelvis jutting out provocatively. Riddick groaned and the muscles in his thighs and legs tensed, he was close. He pumped himself again and focused on Fry’s nipples. The cold of the room had made them into hard pink knots on the end of perfect round breasts.
He knew she was still trying to dress as quickly as she could get away with. Riddick didn’t care now. After weeks with no sexual relief , he came, hard. His back arching off the wall and thrusting his pelvis forwards his cum coating his hand, and dripping onto the floor. He groaned loud enough to make Fry look up and then quickly away again. Riddick continued to gently pump himself, enjoying the after shocks. He slowed to a stop, leaned over the sunk and flipped on the tap, rinsing his sticky hand, keeping his eyes on Fry all the time. He pulled at his cock, milking every drop from himself. Then zipped himself up and walked through to her.
She had slipped her shirt over her head and stood waiting for him. He could see her still not daring to look in the bathroom. His eyes met hers; her blush was still visible. He took her chin in his damp hand, knowing she could feel the wetness and smell his cum.
“Food.”
Fry nodded sharply. He let her go and she moved out through the doorway. He was pleased to see that she was beginning to submit to his routine. Well, some of it anyway. Riddick smirked at her previous attempts of defiance. She walked in front and he followed to watch her, he ordered and she obeyed.
They arrived at the galley and Riddick dumped all the things he had removed from Mitchell’s quarters down the garbage disposal chute, peering in as they were all sucked away to be dumped. He then took a seat and said,” I eat anything, except rice.” Fry turned to the prep area and began pulling out things to cook. He lit one of the last remaining cigarettes from John’s packet and inhaled. Riddick hated rice. The brothers had fed them with it every day. When he’d left the school, he’d sworn he’d never eat rice again. He’d kept that promise to himself and he’d kept his promise to the brothers as well. Riddick grinned, his only happy memories from his school days were from the day he’d left and the parting gift he’d left the sadistic fucks that were supposed to be his ‘caregivers.’
He rubbed his hand over his scalp. He was tired. They’d eat and then sleep. Then he would tell her of his flight plan and he could get this show on the road. He felt better now, more relaxed. He smiled wryly as he watched Fry’s ass straining inside her pants.
Sweet!
Six weeks with Miss Fuckable. He raised his eyebrows; he’d be spending a lot of time in the bathroom.
Chapter 4
Riddick scrolled through the passenger list. He was looking for someone else to defrost. His choices were very limited. No men. No crew. No kids. That left eleven women out of thirty-nine people.
Riddick scowled, this wasn't part of his plan.
Fuck Fry.
He had spent the better part of the 'day', as time on ship was always indistinct, showing Fry where he wanted to go and how to get there. She had listened attentively, not commenting until Riddick had been through the whole flight plan in detail.
Fry's first words had been-- 'If you want to go to the Anilo system there is a problem'. Riddick had raised an eyebrow and looked at her skeptically. "No shit! That’s a surprise; I thought you'd be real enthusiastic."
She had swallowed nervously, not appreciating Riddick's sarcasm, licked her lips and then gone on to explain that before their current flight, the Hunter Gratzner had been undergoing repairs.
They had, of course, taken longer than expected and not been completed. One particular task, that had not been finished, was repairing the hydraulic rams that were on the side of the ship. When it made slingshot maneuvers, they were raised to protect the side of the ship closest to the planet. The heat produced by the friction on skimming the atmosphere was intense. The rams had shields on the end of them, which protected the ship's hull. The rams themselves had been fixed but had not been refilled with hydraulic fluid. The fluid was already on board for the job to be completed at the next spaceport they put into. If the rams could not be lifted to their correct position and protect the side of the ship and they attempted a slingshot then the ship would overheat, sustain serious structural damage and explode.
If Riddick wanted to slingshot around the planet T2, then the rams, down the left side of the ship, would need refilling manually. Four hundred and fifty gallons of viscous hydraulic fluid would have to be hand pumped into each of fifteen rams, thirty gallons in each.Back breaking and laborious work to be completed in 17 days before they reached T2.
It had to be done before then. T2 was the only planet in their present system that had three suns and extraordinary gravity fields that would launch a ship at almost twice its speed using half the fuel. They would reach Riddick's destination in the six weeks he had planned. Without the sling shot it would take twice as long.
Twelve weeks with the constant need to control Fry or six weeks with two people to watch. Riddick had been torn in his decision. He left Fry at the console and wandered around the flight deck chewing it over. He could feel her eyes following him, what did she not want him to see? He spun round on his heel and glared at her. She straightened up and stared back at him. Riddick immediately made the analogy of the frightened rabbit caught in a hunter's light just before it got its head blown off. He almost chuckled at her reaction to him. He just loved this game.
He slumped down in the Captains chair, letting his head loll. Even though keeping her on edge was fun, it would get harder as time wore on. If he had two to watch it was going to be exhausting towards the end of the trip. Although, of course, once the rams were filled he could dispense with one of the women. That would make life easier again. Riddick made his decision. His impatience had got the better of him. He would get someone to help Fry and have two to watch. Then the thought occurred to him to turn the situation to his advantage. Pick a woman. Something tasty.
'Twice the choice for the shower room,' he had informed Fry, who had immediately blushed at the memory.
Riddick read down the screen picking names and bringing up their details; name, age, a recent picture and their job description or skills. All details contained on their identity cards.
He would skim through them and then scroll on, dismissing them. Riddick had been amused by his own data entry. It had simply said; Richard Benedict Riddick, 31, mass murderer and the picture was unflattering as well.
Chuckling, compiled a list of the women and started to read their details more thoroughly. Six of the eleven women were over 45 so too old. One had heart condition, so the first time he snarled at her she would keel over at his feet. Another was just plain ugly, Riddick's blanched at her picture.
Whoa, couldn't wank watching that in the shower!
He exhaled. That left...three others; one was a prospector. She looked fit and could be made to work hard. She was a possibility Riddick had smelt her when he had been put in cryo. All the other passengers had been put in their tubes when Riddick had been placed in his. He'd taken the opportunity to try and absorbed some knowledge about his fellow 'sleepers' even though he'd been kicking the crap out of Johns at the same time.
Another of the remaining choices was a 'new age revivalist'.
Fucking hippies!
Riddick curled his lip; they got everywhere. She wouldn't last five minutes.
Riddick chewed the inside of his cheek as he thought. The last choice had mechanic/short lift pilot as her job description. That was more like it. She could be useful if Fry started misbehaving again.
He scrolled down to the picture; Nicola Erskine, was the woman's name.
Nikki, it's your lucky day.
He stood up and stretched. He looked over at Fry who was updating and running a systems check on the ship's computers. A task made more difficult by the fact that Riddick had ripped out the communications motherboard so they could receive no 'on stream data' updates. Riddick had torn it out the second they had reached the flight deck. He'd made Fry stand and watch, knowing that the first chance she got, she'd be broadcasting their location throughout the system. He thought she was going to cry again as he stomped the board under foot into a thousand pieces. They could survive without communications. Now, he watched Fry hover around the console trying not to touch the live wires hanging out.
"I've found someone."
Fry had been engrossed in her work and jumped, startled by his voice. He grinned and stood up. He still wasn't entirely happy with allowing another person loose on the ship but he'd manage fine. He stretched his large frame, raising his hands above his head and linking them. He twisted his head from one side to the other, removing the kinks. He was finally starting to shrug of the effects of cryo and feel human. Food plus sleep plus a wank, all equaled a happy Riddick.
"Come on," he said. He motioned for her to join him. She paused and looked at her clipboard with her reams of calculations and notes on it. "I need to finish these."
Riddick sauntered over to her and stood in front of her, towering over her by at least ten inches.
"Don't start Fry. Where I go, you go... for the next six weeks."
Fry nodded immediately. Riddick finally believed he was breaking her resistance down. A few more days and she would be his lap dog.
"Cryo-chamber." He said and she obediently stepped in front of him and they left the flight deck, Riddick walking just far enough behind Fry to appreciate the view.
They entered the cryo chamber and Fry stepped to one side to let Riddick walk down the central aisle to the tube he wanted. Instead, Riddick drew level with her. He pulled up his goggles and turned to her and looked her straight in the eyes.
"The tube we need is number 37. Nicola Erskine is the woman's name. She's a mechanic and….a pilot."
A smirk touched Riddick's lips. He knew Fry understood the intonation in his voice.
Riddick continued. "She will be your responsibility. It's up to you to keep her inline. You want her, you take care of her."
Fry nodded and they set off up the aisle to find the woman's tube.
As she walked, Fry listened to the heavy footsteps behind her. She thought that Riddick was relaxing just a touch. She was working hard on being submissive and it seemed to be paying off. Until she got help, she had no chance of taking Riddick. Her attack on him earlier had been foolhardy in the extreme. He could've killed her then. Now she would have to curb her temper and play along. She would find some way to stop him...she just didn't know what yet.
Fry's initial shock at having Riddick in charge had subsided enough for her to take stock of the situation. With Mitchell dead, she was now in command. She wasn't surprised Riddick had killed him, perfectly logical thing to do. She would retake the ship, but she really needed Owens to do that. Unfortunately, Riddick had been way too smart to give her a man for the job.
She was getting a girl. Crap. She hoped she'd be some sort of use, firstly with the rams. They had to get those fixed. Riddick had already changed course, they would make T2 in 17 days. If they didn't want to die then they had to be ready. Secondly, she hoped this passenger would be smart enough to help her take Riddick. Fry lowered her head and smiled to herself; gimme a smart babe, Richard B. Dickhead!
They reached tube 37 and Fry glanced up at Riddick. He shrugged and crossed his arms. Fry took that to mean she was to start the revival cycle. She pressed the buttons and a hiss came from the back of the tube. The process usually took 5 minutes. Fry stood looking through the Perspex at the still sleeping Nicola Erskine, she was not going to turn around and glare at Riddick, even though she would've given up a month's wages to do so. It would only result in him knocking her around and ruining her 'dumb blonde 'act. She could feel his eyes boring into her body. He made her feel naked even when fully clothed.
The woman in the tube started to stir, licking her lips and twisting her neck from side to side. Fry looked at her awakening form, feeling sorry for her. You poor bitch, you have no idea what you are about to step into. She was an attractive woman, tall and well built with long dark curly hair. She seemed to be used to the effects of cryo and was waking up fast. The timer on the tube bleeped to signal it was safe to open. Fry pulled on the handle and it opened with a soft hiss. She swung the door open wide. The woman opened her eyes, blinked and then smiled.
Fry stayed poker faced, trying to intimate to Erskine that all was not well. Nicola Erskine looked hard at her, frowned and started to climb slowly out of the tube. Riddick's huge frame came into view. Nicola took an involuntary step back, her eyes flashing wide-open.
"Nicola Erskine...meet Richard B Riddick," Said Fry.
(Chapter 1-2, 3-4, 5-6, 7-9)