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.
