“What the fuck do you think I’m doing?” the Merc growled. “I’m taking you back to the holding cell to punish your little annoying ass. Hey, Zeth! You gonna come give me a hand, or what?”
Because she was facing backwards, Rona could see that the younger Merc was already sauntering down the corridor behind them, a dark smile curving his lips.
“I’ll be glad to lend a hand,” he said. “Or anything else that may be of use.”
Once they were inside the holding cell, Murdok turned and flipped a switch on the wall by the door. A small slot opened in the middle of the ceiling, and a length of heavy chain began to lower. There was a hook with a clip on the end.
“What’s that for?” Rona asked fearfully.
“Quiet, woman. You’ll find out soon enough.”
Zeth entered the room, and without saying a word to Murdok, he went straight to the trunk by the wall and opened the lid. It was as if the two men didn’t even need to communicate. Each one already knew what the other was thinking. After a few moments of searching, Zeth found what he was looking for—a pair of handcuffs.
“Hands,” the Merc said.
Nervously, Rona extended her arms and let the young Merc fasten the cuffs around her wrists. They were joined by a small chain, but the cuffs themselves were made of leather, and they were slightly cushioned on the inside. Surprisingly comfortable. Obviously not designed for use with dangerous criminals.
Rona experienced a sudden explosion of jealousy, as she realized she was probably not the first woman the Mercs had bound and shared in this room. But Zeth quickly quelled that fire with a kiss so slow and deep it made her forget everything else.
Then he guided her hands to one side and clipped her handcuffs onto the chain hanging from the ceiling.
“She secure?” Murdok asked.
“Yes,” answered Zeth.
Murdok lifted Rona off his shoulder and carefully set her down on her feet. With her hands cuffed and clipped to the chain, she could not bring them any lower than the level of her chest, a position suggestive of pleading or prayer. Murdok looked her over for a moment, then he leaned in and gave her a kiss of his own, much rougher than the one Zeth had given her.
“Now we’ve got you right where we want you,” he whispered.
Rona shivered.
The big, scarred Merc went back to the door of the holding cell and began to work the switch again. Slowly, the chain started to raise, and Rona’s hands rose with it. They kept on rising, until her arms were fully extended over her head.
Murdok looked at her and frowned. He gave the switch one more quick jolt, lifting Rona onto the balls of her feet.
“There,” he said. “That’s perfect.”
Zeth circled her slowly, his pale eyes appraising her vulnerable body.
“Almostperfect,” he said. “She still has her clothes on.”
“Let’s fix that,” said Murdok.
The scarred Merc strode over to where Rona was hanging and grabbed the front of her tank top with both hands. Then, withone quick motion, he ripped the front of it open, baring her breasts.
“Hey!” Rona shouted. “That’s my only shirt.”
Murdok grinned.
“I guess you’ll just have to go topless from now on. No more hiding those beautiful tits from us.”
He fondled her as he spoke, giving one side of her chest a nice, firm squeeze. Then he stooped and started to lick her erect nipple, drawing wet circles with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh,” Rona gasped as he started to suck her. “Ohhh…”
Zeth moved in from the other side and drew her other nipple between his warm, supple lips, biting her softly with his teeth and strumming her with his tongue. Rona whimpered and shook as the two men feasted on her breasts. She would not have stopped them even if she could, but the fact that she couldn’t made her enjoy it all the more.
She could feel their hands working in tandem to unbuckle her belt. One of them undid her button. The other unzipped her fly. Then someone’s hand—Rona wasn’t sure whose—was down the front of her jeans, rubbing her wet lips and erect clit. She moaned with pleasure.
