“Let’s get these fucking jeans off her,” Murdok growled.
“Good idea,” said Zeth.
The two men knelt to remove her boots and socks. Then they dragged her jeans down her legs and off her feet, leaving her completely naked, save for the ruins of her shirt, and the padded cuffs strapped around her wrists. She was fully exposed andcompletely vulnerable. With any other men, she would have been terrified. With the Mercs, her terror was coupled with an arousal so intense it made her want to scream.
The two Mercs stood back and stared at her, Zeth smirking mysteriously, Murdock grabbing his crotch like a pervert. Their augmented eyes seem to glow with hunger.
“She’s perfect,” said Zeth. “Every inch of her.”
“Yeah,” Murdok agreed. “But right now, there’s only one part I’m interested in…”
He stepped forward, turned Rona roughly around, and patted her behind.
“You heard what Aeron told us,” Murdok said, his voice low and raspy. “We have his permission to punish you however we see fit—and for any reason whatsoever.”
Was that really what Aeron had said? Rona didn’t think so, but she was in no state for remembering. Her skin was starting to bead with sweat, and her calves were aching from standing on her tiptoes for so long.
“Hey Zeth,” Murdok said. “Fetch me the cat, will ya?”
Zeth returned to the trunk. When Rona saw what he pulled out of it, her heart began racing even faster than before.
It was a short, black handle, made of tightly woven leather thongs, braided together and knotted at both ends. From one end, the strips of leather extended, hanging down like nine little black tails. Each one terminated in a tiny knot.
Zeth tossed the whip across the room, and Murdok caught it in his right hand.
“You’re going to whip me?” Rona asked.
“I’m going to punish you,” said Murdok.
“Why? What have I done?”
“I can think of three infractions off the top of my head. First, you doubted my leader’s ability to conduct his mission safely. Second, you distracted me while I was trying to work. And third…”
He gave her a nudge with his free hand, and Rona spun on her tiptoes.
“…that fat little butt is just begging to be spanked.”
He dragged the nine ends of the whip across Rona’s bare bottom, making her shiver.
“You’re punishing me for the shape of my ass?” she said. “That’s not a good reason.”
“On the contrary,” said Murdok. “It’s thebestreason.”
He flicked the whip, and the nine lashes struck Rona’s bare backside with a sharp crack that made her gasp and clench. The cat didn’t jolt her body the way Aeron’s hand had, but the burning that followed in its wake was even more intense. She let out a low, quivering moan as the fire spread all across her punished ass.
“How’s that feel?” Murdok asked, stroking her gently with the tails.
Rona turned and glared at him defiantly.
“That all you got?” she asked.
The Merc grinned, and Rona thought she detected a hint of pride in his gravelly voice.
“Hardly,” he said. “A naughty little girl like you deserves two dozen lashes. You’ve already received one. That means you’ve got twenty-three left to go.”
Rona looked at Zeth.
“Are you just going to stand there and let him torture me like this?” she asked.
