“Fuck does it look like I’m doing?”
The leather belt slithered through the belt loops, then it flew across the room and landed with a jangle atop the growing pile of clothes. Murdok undid the button at the top of her fly, followed by the zipper. Then he dragged the jeans down Rona’s legs, leaving her naked except for her socks and panties.
“Fuck,” Murdok said, looking at her crotch. “You’re soaking wet, aren’t you?”
Rona burned with shame.
“It’s only sweat,” she insisted.
This time, Murdok didn’t command her to turn around. He made her do it with his hands. Before Rona could pull away or protest, she was caught in the Merc’s powerful arms, with her back pressed against his front, and his hand between her legs. She tried to squeeze her thighs together to block him, but it was too late. His fingers were already there, stroking her through the damp fabric of her underwear.
“No!” Rona cried. “Wait!”
But the mercenary didn’t stop. He kept rubbing her with a ruthless intensity. Rona was humiliated by the ease with which the brutish man manipulated her pleasure. In a matter of seconds, he had brought her right up to the brink of orgasm, faster than she could ever have done on her own. Her muscles clenched in anticipation of her release. She could feel it pooling inside her core, ready to explode at any moment.
“Wait,” she gasped. “Please…”
At the very last moment, just as she was about to reach her peak, the mercenary shifted his fingers away from her center, granting her wish.
And denying her pleasure.
He grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled hard, tearing the underwear off her body as easily as if it had been made of paper. Rona cried out in shock and shame.
Murdok pressed the torn panties to his face and inhaled deeply.
“Sweat my ass,” he growled.
Rona watched in disbelief as the mercenary sniffed her panties a second time, then a third. She noticed movement at the edgeof her vision and glanced down. Something was twitching inside the front of the mercenary’s pants. Something huge.
Murdok took one more big inhalation and smiled.
“Yeah… I’m gonna be hanging on to these,” he said.
He stuffed the torn cloth inside one of the many pouches on his combat vest. Then, from a different pocket, he took out something that made Rona’s heart beat even faster.
It was a pair of gloves. Not combat gloves like the ones he’d been wearing earlier. These were thin disposable gloves made from some sort of black, rubbery material. The kind of gloves a doctor might wear.
“What are those for?” Rona asked.
“I’m not done searching you,” Murdok answered. “I searched your clothing. Now I’m going to search your body—a full cavity search.”
“No,” Rona said. “Please. You know I’m not hiding anything.”
“I’m gonna make sure.”
The mercenary stepped closer, and Rona backed away, but she only made it a couple steps before her bare bottom bumped into the hard metal wall. Murdok pressed against her, pinning her in place. She could feel the long, hard thing in his pants throbbing with excitement.
“Look at me,” Murdok commanded.
Rona looked.
“Open your mouth.”
She opened, and rubber-clad fingers pulled back her lips as the mercenary peered inside. The throbbing grew stronger. The hard thing jumped.
“Such a pretty little mouth,” Murdok said. “I’m gonna enjoy using it.”
He took a step back and twirled his finger.
