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CHAPTER 6

T he palms of the Merc’s hands were nearly as callused as his knuckles.

It shouldn’t have felt good to be fondled by such hands, especially when the fondling was done without permission, yet there was something about that contrast of rough and smooth that set Rona’s senses on fire.

She was a worker. A miner.

She’d never thought of herself as feminine or soft, but in Murdok’s hands she felt about as soft as those women who hung the red lanterns in their windows and helped the miners get rid of their stress and wages.

Sometimes, when Rona had passed by the district where those women plied their trade, she’d heard the low, needful moans drifting out of their dwellings.

Often, those sounds of pleasure were obviously counterfeit.

Other times, it was harder to tell.

As for the sounds welling up inside her now, those were very real indeed, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep them tamped down inside.

“Stop that,” she whispered.

“What’s the matter, woman? You don’t like it?”

“No.”

The man apparently didn’t know the meaning of the word, or if he did, he didn’t respect it.

His hands remained firmly planted on her chest.

“Your nipples are telling a different story.”

He brushed his thumbs across the tips of Rona’s breasts, the same way Aeron had done back in the Common Hall.

Only this time, there was no fabric covering her erect nubs.

“They’re always like that,” she said.

“Uh-huh.”

Murdok pinched both of her nipples—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention—and he pulled, stretching her breasts into sharp cones.

For a moment, Rona let her defenses falter, and a shameful moan of pleasure escaped from her trembling lips.

“Yeah,” Murdok said, smirking.

“You don’t like that at all.”

He let go abruptly, and Rona’s nipples snapped back, eliciting another sharp gasp.

The Merc dropped his hands to Rona’s belt and started to unfasten the buckle.

“Wait!” Rona cried. “What are you doing?”

“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 edge of 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.

“Turn around.”

Rona hesitated, but only for a moment.

She remembered what the mercenary had said earlier about hog-tying her, and she had a feeling he wasn’t bluffing.

If she was going to be forced to undergo this examination, she at least wanted to cling to the last few shreds of dignity she had left.

She turned and faced the wall.

“Now bend over…”

The mercenary came up behind her and guided her hips back until her legs and upper body were at a right angle.

Rona braced her hands against the wall in front of her to keep from falling over.

Murdok nudged her feet apart with his boots.

“There,” he said. “Just like that.”

He crouched behind her, just as he’d done a few minutes ago when he’d patted her down.

This time, however, Rona had nothing to hide her body from the mercenary’s hungry eyes.

He could see all of her, and when he pried her cheeks apart with his gloved hands, he could see even more.

Rona felt vulnerable and exposed in ways she’d never thought possible.

“Damn,” Murdok said.

“Forgot my lube. Guess I’ll have to borrow some of yours.”

Rona bit back a cry as the mercenary dragged his middle finger between her folds, gathering the wetness that was leaking out of her.

The rubbery material of his glove was smooth against her sensitive skin.

He stroked the lips of her sex until every inch of his finger was coated with her slippery arousal.

Then he traced a line across her taint, until his fingertip found her anus.

“No!” Rona shouted. “Not there!”

“You heard what Aeron told me. I’m supposed to search you thoroughly. That means all holes .”

He pressed.

Rona whined at the insistent pressure nudging against her anus.

Then she let out an embarrassing squeal as her hole opened for him, and his fingertip popped inside.

“That’s a good girl,” Murdok said.

“Just like that.”

Rona’s skin burned with shame and humiliation.

Tears trembled in the corners of her eyes.

“You can stop now,” she said.

“There’s obviously nothing in there.”

Murdok pushed inside to the second knuckle.

“I’ll decide when to stop,” he growled.

“I need to search you deeper .”

And he did, shoving his finger inside her as far as it would go.

Rona moaned aloud at that uninvited penetration.

She had never had anything go into that part of her body before.

It was uncomfortable and even a little painful.

Yet, behind the pain and discomfort, it actually felt—

No!

Rona thought. No, no, no!

Murdok started to pull out of her, and Rona shivered with relief that she would no longer have to endure that strange feeling of fullness.

Then, just as his fingertip was about to exit, he pushed back into her again, every bit as deeply as before.

“Oh!”

Murdok drew his finger back a second time and pushed it in a third, then a fourth, and a fifth, slowly fucking Rona’s rear hole with his long, thick finger coated in smooth rubber and her own slippery arousal.

Her pulse raced faster with each successive penetration, and the shameful sounds welling up inside of her became harder and harder to contain.

“Stop that,” she begged.

“Please stop.”

“Tell you what,” Murdok said.

“I’ll stop when you come. How about that?”

Rona’s desperation tipped over into hot defiance.

“I’m not going to come,” she snarled.

“You can’t make me.”

“Challenge accepted.”

With his finger still thrust deep inside her ass, the big mercenary stood up and pressed his crotch against her hip.

Rona gasped as she felt his erection through the fabric of his pants.

It felt even bigger and harder than before, and it was throbbing with the same fast tempo of her own pounding heart.

His free hand reached around and touched her between her legs, stroking her tight clitoris.

Pleasure swelled within her, irresistible and intense.

“Come for me like a good girl,” Murdok said.

“Come with my finger in your ass.”

“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.

“Oh damn ,” 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.