A stranger

The creaking of the old hinges was loud enough to arouse the attention of all four occupants of the room, each one of them shifting their gazes towards it, Will sinking his cock into Druuna’s asshole once more even as his attention moved to the doorway.

Standing there was a tall, lanky man whose attire was dominated by black leather coat which hung down to his knees, the garment being kept open to show off the ragged red undershirt and rough sand-coloured pants which he wore under it.
Whipping the right side of the coat back, the black-haired showed the four that he was armed with a holstered pistol, all the while keeping his green eyes focused on the previously humping trio in the centre of the room.

“Who the fuck are you?” Zach, the only one of the men not having been engaged in fucking Druuna when the man appeared, asked him, his voice betraying annoyance and tension, while at the same time struggling to put his pants back on.

Ignoring Zach’s question, the man looked straight at Druuna and grinned with the right side of his mouth, his gaze still even through the narrow slits of his eyelids.
Now looking at Zach, the man’s grin transformed into a mocking smirk, before he coughed up a large gob of spit which he sent flying down onto the floor.

Disentangling himself from his position behind Druuna, hot air escaping her lungs as his cock popped out of her anus, Will moved slowly towards his bunched-up gear, nervously eyeing his weapon as the man followed his movement with his gaze.

“Look, you better turn round and just get out of here, if you know what’s good for you.” Zach went on, trying hard to sound as tough as any man with only one pant leg on could.
In response, the man slowly stuck his hand into his left pocket and rustled up a filthy-looking piece of fabric which he then threw onto the floor.
“I’ll see you boys outside.” The man, speaking with a calm, almost amused, tone of voice, told the soldiers, before turning on his heels and disappearing from view.

“What is this?” Zach said as he halted up to the discarded piece of material. Picking it up and looking at it, Zach’s face was distorted into a grimace of fear and rage, his fingers pressing against the rigid fabric.
Being shown what it was as Zach held it up for them, Will and Robert could see that what the man had dumped on the floor was a cut-out of a leather jerking, blood-stained and with a white eight in its centre.
“Son of a bitch!” Will cried out, and immediately proceeded to dress himself, just as Robert and Zach.
Quickly donning their uniforms and then checking their guns, the three soldiers exited the room, leaving Druuna naked, bound and cum-splattered behind them.

Kneeling on the floor, her pulse remaining high though her arousal had dropped fast, Druuna found it hard to even breathe as she waited nervously for what she knew would follow.
The first crack of a pistol being fired nearly sent her jolting up from the floor, and she wiggled back and forth at each of the four following shots that could be heard being fired in rapid succession from outside.

After that followed twenty seconds of silence, a period of time which felt substantially longer to a frightened Druuna, before the stranger appeared once more in the doorway.