“No… I won’t…”
But she did, and it wasn’t even close.
Within a matter of seconds, the brutal mercenary forced her to come harder than she’d ever come in her life, harder than she even thought possible. Not just one orgasm, but a long succession of them, each one more explosive than the one before, until the pleasure became a form of torture. Rona tried to beg him to stop, but it was no use. Her lips and tongue had lost the ability to form sentences. All that came out of her was a series of shameful moans. It was only when her legs started to buckle beneath her that the mercenary finally relented.
His finger slipped out of her with a wet sound. She stood up and leaned against the unyielding metal of the wall. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and down below her inner thighs were slick with a different kind of weeping.
Murdok sniffed his soiled finger.
“Don’t know which one I’m going to enjoy using more,” he said. “Your ass or your mouth. But there’s still one more part of you I need to check.”
Rona didn’t protest. She was too broken to resist. All she could do was lean back against the wall and pant while Murdok knelt in front of her and spread the lips of her sex with his thumbs. With the middle finger of his clean hand, he started to enter her, but he only made it a short distance inside before he stopped.
“Huh?”
He pulled out and spread her lips even wider, closing one eye so he could peer inside her entrance with the other.
“Ohdamn,” he said.
He stood and started pulling off his rubber gloves.
“Aeron’s gonna want to hear about this,” he said, grinning, “but first we need to make you presentable, get you all dressed up.”
Rona was still trembling, but she allowed herself a tiny sigh of relief. After being stripped and probed in such a humiliating fashion, it would be nice to at least have clothing again.
She watched as Murdok returned to the trunk and started to rummage inside.
CHAPTER 7
Aeron worked the control sticks, guidingthe Talionisupward into the night sky. A storm was rolling in from the west, and as the ship pierced the dark thunderhead, a thin splatter of rain fell across the armaglass windshield like spilled blood. On the control panel, a red light came on. The sensor had picked up a small but significant level of acidity. Not enough to do any real damage, but enough to make Aeron wonder why anyone would wish to live on a hellhole backwater planet like this.
He had to remind himself that out here on the Rim, most folks didn’t choose their planet. They lived where they were born, and they died where they lived. Few had the means to travel around the galaxy as he did.
Killing certainly had its perks.
Take the woman back there in the holding cell, for example. Rona. Aeron wondered how she and Murdok were getting along.
He glanced over at his other comrade.
Zeth was lounging in the copilot’s seat, one leg draped casually over the side while he inspected his arm. The wounds where the woman had stabbed him were already closed, but the skin was crusted with a bit of dried blood.
“First ones?” Aeron asked.
Zeth grinned and nodded. They weren’t actually his first wounds, of course. Just the first since he’d gotten his new paint job. A few months back he’d received a dermal upgrade, which he’d paid for out of his own pocket. Extremely expensive.Horribly painful. And that tough little woman had been the first to scratch it.
Zeth didn’t seem very upset about it, though. If anything, he seemed amused.
“She certainly is a fiery one,” he said.
“That’s why I picked her.”
“Maybe I should go back and check on Murdok. Make sure she’s not cutting him to ribbons.”
“Old Murdok can take care of himself.”
Zeth slouched back in his seat and pouted. “It’s not fair that he gets to have all the fun.”
“There will be plenty of time forfunlater. Right now, Murdok’s only searching her, and he’s got more experience at that sort of thing than you do.”
