Druuna is affected

Druuna watched the sergeant struggle against the grips of the men and women holding her still, the muscles of her naked body strained from her efforts to get loose, but her efforts proved to in vain as Khan reached her and placed the knife’s tip against the tanned skin of her arm.

“Hold still,” Khan ordered the sergeant, “or I’ll risk hurting you.”
Druuna was surprised at the fact that Khan’s voice, though still firm and determined, came close to sounding friendly, and it did cause the sergeant to relax a little, even if she did wince when the knife cut through her skin.

Khan worked quickly and efficiently to pry out a quadratic piece of metal, which gave of a noise as if to wail at its fate as it was whipped away from the sergeant’s arm by Khan’s knife to fall down onto the ground.

Immediately Khan stepped away from the piece of electronics while one of his nearby subordinates stepped up and swung his sledgehammer at it, causing the high-pitch noise to stop.

While he turned his gaze to the other soldiers’ who had been searched as asked their captors “Anyone else tagged?” to which he received a uniform “No”, Druuna couldn’t help but notice the considerable bulge which had formed at the front of Khan’s baggy green trousers.
“Ha,” Khan triumphantly addressed the cowed sergeant, “I take it that your masters don’t find it worth the effort to tag you all.”

Then Khan did something which really surprised Druuna; he moved his right hand to the sergeant’s crotch and rubbed the index finger over the tiny strip of curly black pubes, “Though I can see that they still make sure to keep you all neatly trimmed.”

If Khan’s action had come right out of the blue, then the sergeant’s reaction to it was even more unbelievable: rather than to shot an angry glare at the tall, muscular man, she responded by closing her eyes and letting out a husky moan through her gritted teeth.

“You want to feel me inside of you, don’t you?” Khan grinned at the sergeant, while rubbing the digit over her labia.
“Y-yes,” the sergeant was now acting like an entirely different woman from the self-assured one who had greeted Druuna back at the shack, even adding a pining “please” to her reply.
This caused Khan’s grin to widen further, and it was with a happy “Later,” that he removed his hand from the sergeant’s crotch.

Druuna had found the pair’s interactions to be uncannily arousing, and turned her eyes from the two only to find out that the sight of the three healthy ones of the sergeant’s soldiers standing naked and surrounded by their captors was an equally exciting, forcing Druuna to ogle their voluptuous bodies for a short moment, actually sighing at how toned and tanned they appeared.

Like their sergeant, the three female soldiers gave of an air which implied that they were excited as well as afraid, their gazes constantly shifting from one “new human” to the next, with York even looking at Druuna for several seconds and sending a flirtatious wink her way before moving her gaze to one of the haphazardly clad women that had searched her and her friends.

Next, things began to happen fast; Khan leading the binding of the captured soldiers, each of whom got a noose slung around her neck which connected her to two others, so that they would all walk on a line with the sergeant up front and Patton bringing up the rear, while their wrists were tied together.

After that was completed, one of the victorious new humans had raced into the back of the soldiers’ vehicle and came tumbling out if it again, his tire shoulder pads now burning but a white box clung in his hands. Druuna recognized the box as a first-aid kit, and watched on how the man rushed up to the spot where Ramirez had been laid upon the ground and handed the kit over to one of the men assigned with treating her wounds before beginning to roll over the ground in an attempt to put out the fire.
The impromptu medic pulled out a combined syringe and gel-pack from the box and stuck it into Ramirez, who ceased letting out the sort of ghastly moans which she had done ever since the attempts to aid her had begun.

While it did not make her healthy enough to stand up and walk along with the others, the medicament did seem to help Ramirez a great deal; Druuna getting to watch how her burnt skin was rejuvenated at a pace so fast that she could visually follow the process.

After picking out those of his men and women who would stay behind and chop up the badly damaged vehicle, Khan led the others up a nearby hill, Druuna walking just behind him and the other women from the vehicle being about ten paces behind her, with Ramirez being carried on a stretcher and the others marching under close supervision.

Walking so close to Khan caused Druuna to become more and more excited, her pussy seeming to moisten a bit more every time that she inhaled, while tiny beads of sweat began to roll down her sides.

“K-Khan?” Druuna finally began, noticing that her arousal was making it hard for her to speak in a coherent fashion.
“Pheromones,” Khan replied, no doubt sensing what Druuna had wanted to ask him and deciding to be helpful by answering her straight away rather than to let her struggle with formulating her query, “we release pheromones when we become sexually aroused. It’s part of our design, to help the breeding process. Men respond to female pheromones, and vice versa.”

Then, the towering figure shot Druuna a lewd grin, “And apparently, we’re still clean enough for the pheromones to affect normal humans…”