Author: sheppardlover928 PM
Summary: Captivation: the state of being intensely interested (as in awe or terror). She held him captive and was definitely intensely interested and terror might just describe how our fave flyboy feels about that! Much Shep whump and mature theme at the end...Warning for sexual content will be posted at the beginning of the chapters involved.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 7 - Words: 7,645 - Reviews: 51 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 01-17-13 - Published: 01-12-13 - Status: Complete - id: 8900852
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WARNING: Okay! Warning time! Adult theme, sexual content...read at your own risk!
John woke to the feeling of being watched. He opened his eyes to see Raquel sitting close, staring at him. It made his skin crawl. Something was up, but he had no idea what.
She smacked her lips at him and he couldn't help but jump back. She continue to stare at him and he backed away slowly. He was really getting weirded out by her behavior.
For the third time, with no warning... She pounced on him. He was stronger than before, but still at a disadvantage with bound hands and feet. She had a knee in his groin and if he moved, she grounded her knee deeper which made him see stars. He was panting, which seemed to excite her. He definitely didn't like where this was going!
He yelled for her to get off him. It was the first time he dared to speak since she had beat him senseless the last time he spoke. She didn't like it this time either. She backhanded him and shoved a good sized rock into his bloodied mouth and held it there. With the other hand , she stroked his cheeks and neck. He fought her, but couldn't get her off him. In fact, she seemed to be getting more excited the more he thrashed around beneath her.
He decided to lay still because he surely didn't want her excited...She continued to stroke his face and hair, leaning in to breathe in his scent deeply. She kept stroking against the grain of his stubbled unshaven cheeks. The whole while she did this, she smiled that feral smile of hers and stared at his eyes. If he closed them, she put pressure on his groin with her knee and shoved the rock deeper into his mouth.
Eventually the stroking hand moved lower! Which made his stomach clench. One handed, she was able to rip open his shirt, sending the buttons on his shirt flying. She shredded his Tshirt with her nails, not really caring if his skin got in her way. She laughed as he bucked in protest. The pressure on his groin increased which made his eyes close in agony, which made her increase the pressure of the rock in his mouth, which made tears well in his eyes.
She leaned in to lick the tears from the corner of his eyes, which totally freaked him out, which made him thrash around beneath her, which excited her further. She pressed into the nape of his neck and breathe heavily in and out. Apparently she liked the way he smelled. Maybe it was his aftershave...ok, that stuff was going down the drain once he got home!
All the while, she continued to run her hand through his chest hair and then...she began rocking on top of him, grunting in pleasure.
This was a total nightmare! He was being felt up by a friggin dirty, disgusting throwback to the prehistoric age while she got off by rubbing against him! He shuddered to think what was coming next!
Now would be a really, really good time for Ronon to come blasting in with his trusty, accurate gun!
He lay still while she writhed around on top of him. Luckily she didn't seem to be interested in going any further south in her exploration of his body, though he figured it was only a matter of time. God, he wished they would hurry up and rescue him!
She continued to rock on top of him. His mind needed to escape, to keep him sane. He started to think about what Rodney would say about this whole thing...the whole Kirk thing just did NOT apply here, but he knew Rodney would insist on it...okay...this wasn't exactly taking his mind off what was happening.
He thought about Teyla and their growing relationship...nope, nope...definitely can't think about Teyla!
He settled on the first time he went hang gliding with his buddies while on leave in Colorado. Man, that had been insane. The first time jumping off the cliff was...
He came back to the present when he felt her lift off him. He was glad he had tuned out and missed her grand finale.
Now...THAT...would've caused massive nightmares and possible psychological damage!
He lay still, afraid she would return to lay on him again. The release of pressure on his groin felt good, though he was sure he was deeply bruised. He watched her leave through the cave opening and he silently hoped some kind of wild animal would attack and kill her.
The stink of her on him made him gag. He raised his numb arms that had been trapped between them up so he could remove the rock wedged in his mouth with his good hand. He was just in time as he gagged and vomited bile mixed with blood onto the ground beside him. He assumed the blood was from swallowing blood from his injured mouth and nose from earlier.
His whole body was sore. The added weight on top of him had made the sharp rocks beneath him gouge into the flesh on his back. He could feel wetness. He could only hope it was sweat, but from the pain, he knew it was probably from bloodied gashes.
He tested the bindings on his wrists. Instead of loosening, they had gotten tighter and now both wrists were bleeding from being rubbed raw.
Great, a few more things to add to his growing list of injuries!
Raquel returned and sat farther away, but her creepy stare remained focused on him. He really hoped she wasn't thinking about starting Round Two.
Raquel started to smack her lips again.
Damned! This was hell and he was in deep shit!
Adding to the smacking lips, she began to sway, slapping the ground with her hands. Her eyes never left his. She was working herself up into a frenzy...crap!
His stomach flip flopped and he couldn't look at her. This caused her to grunt and kick out at his bad ankle...again! He refused to look up and she got in his face and screamed. In that instant he knew she would kill him in a second if he didn't comply.
Satisfied that he was watching, she resumed her swaying and then...she began shedding the skins and furs she was wearing. Her hands roamed over her naked body while she swayed from side to side. She held her breasts out for him to see, then opened herself to him.
He closed his eyes again, but forced them open when she lashed out at his ankle-again. She wanted him to see what she had to offer, but he was pretty sure gagging and vomiting would be considered an insult, even to her!
She started rubbing herself, masturbating right there in front of him!
He guessed it was suppose to be for his benefit, but it just wasn't gonna happen...no matter what!
She was edging closer and closer to him with each stroke of her hand. Her grunts of pleasure made him cringe.
As she edged closer, he edged away. She scowled at him, but continued her strokings while she closed the space between them. He couldn't back away any further and as she again pounced on him, he managed to flip over onto his stomach.
She screamed in anger and pounded on his back in frustration. She grabbed his bound feet and gripped his bad ankle and twisted, forcing him over onto his back. She may be a Prehistoric throwback, but she wasn't dumb! She knew his weakest spot and used it to her advantage. He wondered if his ankle would ever heal after all the abuse it was takings.
His vision grayed with the intense pain. So focused on his pain, he could do nothing as she ripped away at the waistband of his pants. The zipper yielded to her sheer force and she quickly exposed his manhood.
His attention snapped to full alert when her screams pierced his ears. Finding his sex was not excited and not fully erect after her elicit sexual displays, infuriated her. Her frustrated, angry screams bounced off the cave walls.
He knew this was it, she would kill him when he wouldn't be doing what she wanted, what she needed. He couldn't...no way...no how...
Oh, God, people! Hurry up! Hurry up!
He kept repeating it like a mantra. He closed his eyes again and she kicked him especially hard in the shin. He screamed in pain. Wallowing in intense pain with his eyes shut tight.
The screams stopped and John opened his eyes to find out why. He wished he had left his eyes closed as he saw her raise a fairly good sized rock high over her head, his skull her intended target.
Dazed as he was, John missed the hum of the energy weapon discharging. He missed seeing her intense stare blank out as all activity in her primitive brain seized. He missed seeing her fall to lie next to him.
When he did open his eyes, his field of vision was filled with the sight of her eyes, staring blankly back at him. He shuddered and let out a long, shaky breath.
Legs appeared before him, then another caveman-like face came into view. He relaxed and tried to be stoic, despite the compromising condition he was in.
" Sure took your sweet time, Chewie!"
TBC. FYI. I googled the mating ritual of apes to loosely use that for our lady's attraction to John, putting a more human spin on it...I am not that weird to think it up on my own-well...maybe some of it!LOL !