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CHAPTER 18

T he wine went down like liquid fire.

Rona knocked the whole goblet back in two hard gulps.

It was only after it had already hit her stomach that she started to taste it, dry and earthy, not too sweet.

An offworld vintage, not the syrupy, hydroponic crap they fermented here in Jeriko.

But Rona didn’t really care too much about the flavor.

It was the eth-alc she cared about.

The soothing waves of warmth rippling outward from her belly, shifting her senses slightly out of focus.

Blurring, softening, numbing.

She held the empty goblet out toward Murdok, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of her.

“Another.”

The Merc flashed a crooked grin, fangs sharp and bright amidst the grizzled darkness of his beard.

“One’s enough,” he said.

“No point spanking you if you’re passed the fuck out.”

“I can hold my liq,” Rona said.

“Later,” Murdok said.

“First, we’ll see if you can take your spanking like a big girl. Then, maybe , we’ll let you drink like one.”

Without thinking, Rona whanged the empty goblet straight at the Merc’s ugly face, putting all of her strength behind the throw.

Murdok caught it easily.

He didn’t even flinch.

For a long moment, nobody said anything.

All Rona could hear was the rain hammering outside, and her heart hammering within.

Then Murdok tossed his head back and laughed, a deep bellowing sound that shook the walls.

The other two Mercs joined in, and Rona was hit with the uneasy realization that she was trapped in a room with three men who were not entirely sane.

Outside, thunder boomed.

“Take off that towel,” Aeron said, still chuckling.

Rona hesitated. The towel was the only thing she had on, the only thing separating her body from the mercenaries’ hungry eyes.

But she knew if she didn’t take it off, the Mercs would take it off for her.

She unfastened the towel and let it slough down to the floor.

The room grew silent again.

“Well fuck me,” Murdok said.

Rona wasn’t sure why he was looking at her with such intensity.

He’d already seen her naked.

More than once, in fact.

Then she noticed where his eyes were aimed, and she understood.

This was the first time he’d seen it without any hair.

Her pussy heated. The Merc’s gaze was like a physical touch gliding over her bare skin.

She suddenly felt more naked than ever before.

More vulnerable, more exposed.

She folded her hands in front of herself, shielding that part of her from view.

“ Tch, tch, tch, ” Aeron said, striding slowly toward her.

His eyes were fixed on her face, the red embers of the augmetics glowing deep within.

“What do you think you’re doing, hiding that sweet little pussy from us?”

He took her wrists and gently pulled her hands aside, exposing her again.

Rona didn’t even try to resist.

“Damn,” Aeron said, staring hard between her legs.

“Zeth did a good job of cleaning you up down there. That’s gotta be the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen. What d’you think, Murdok?”

“Only thing that would make it prettier would be a nice hot load of cum leaking out.”

“Agreed,” said Aeron.

“Or better yet, three .”

He took Rona’s right hand and placed it against the front of his pants.

She could feel the shape of him through the rough fabric, long and rigid and alive.

Her pussy fluttered in response, as if someone had tickled it from the inside.

“Feel that?” Aeron whispered, slowly dragging her palm up and down the front of his pants.

“ You did that, woman. You make me so hard it fucking hurts.”

Rona bit her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

Aeron let go of her wrists and traced his fingertips up her sides.

He cupped her breasts in his rough hands and stroked his thumbs over her erect nipples, working them in slow, tight circles.

It was all Rona could do to keep from moaning.

She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter between her legs.

“Shit,” Aeron said. “I’ve half a mind to throw you down on that bed right now and breed you into oblivion… but we’ve got a spanking to take care of first.”

He smacked her left breast, and Rona gasped.

He followed this up with an even harder smack on the right side, and she yelped loudly.

It wasn’t that it hurt—it didn’t really—it was just so unexpected, so crude.

“Get on the bed,” Aeron growled.

This time, there was no hesitation.

Rona obeyed, and she did so without question or protest. She didn’t ask what position he wanted her in.

She already knew: all fours, with her ass toward the foot of the bed.

“That’s a good girl,” Aeron said.

“Just like that.”

Murdok was still sitting on the edge of the bed, but he stood up now and polished off his wine.

He set the empty goblet on the nightstand.

“I’m gonna enjoy watching this,” he said.

Rona glared at him hotly, then turned her face the other way.

Zeth had come around on the other side of the bed, and he was standing there wearing nothing but his towel.

The front of it was sticking straight out a good ten inches or more.

Rona’s lips tingled with the memory of what had happened in the bathroom.

The way Zeth had used her mouth.

The way he had stained her.

Outside, thunder crashed, shaking the room.

Rona couldn’t see Aeron, but she could sense his presence behind her, large and looming.

Then she felt his big, rough hand gently caressing and squeezing her.

“This ass is the perfect size for spanking,” he purred.

“It fits my hand just right. I’m going to give you twenty swats, ten on each cheek. Think you can handle that?”

Rona was about to ask if she had a choice in the matter.

Then she remembered that she did.

She could accept her spanking, or she could return the shares of stock Aeron had given her.

It was an easy decision.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“Very well. Let’s begin…”

The first blow landed with a clap, rocking her body forward and driving the air from her lungs.

She could feel the welt burning on her skin, and she could see it in her mind’s eye—a handprint made of fire.

A moment later, the second blow landed on the other side, with even more force.

“Oh fuck! ” Rona shouted.

A third smack. Then a fourth.

Rona dug her nails into the sheets and held on for dear life as Aeron’s hand struck her again and again.

She wanted to hold back her cries, wanted to show the Mercs how tough she was, but it was impossible.

With each fresh blow, a desperate sound broke from her lips, as Aeron layered fire on top of fire.

“Shit,” Murdok growled from the side of the bed.

“Look at the way that fat little ass is jiggling,”

“Oh, I’m looking,” said Zeth.

The younger Merc unfastened his towel and let it drop to the floor.

His cock looked just as hard as it had been in the bathroom.

Maybe even a little harder.

He gripped it in his fist and started to stroke.

“Oh my God,” Rona gasped.

“Oh my God…”

Aeron had spanked her ten times now.

Or maybe it was only nine.

She wasn’t keeping count.

After each smack, he squeezed her and massaged her, rubbing the blow deep into her flesh until the heat became like a salve, and the pain became pleasure.

She wasn’t just wet with desire, she was dripping.

It was running down her legs, all slippery and warm.

The Mercs growled with hunger while they watched.

By the time it was all over, Rona was a quivering puddle of need.

She flopped onto her back atop the sheets, skin glowing with sweat, breasts heaving with the motion of her lungs.

She spread her legs and let the men see how wet she was, how open.

She let them see everything .

“I believe she’s ready,” Aeron said.

“What do you guys think?”

“She fucking smells ready,” Murdok groaned.

“Hell, I’m about to bust, and I’m not even inside her yet.”

“Zeth’s got first dibs, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

The youngest Merc was already on the bed with Rona, every bit as naked as she was, and every bit as aroused.

She stared anxiously at his jutting cock, and her pussy clenched at the thought of being penetrated by that hard length.

As he moved into position between her legs, he paused and looked back at Aeron.

“I left my blade in the bathroom,” he said.

“May I borrow yours, sir?”

Aeron nodded.

He drew his knife and handed it over.