He takes her to his hideout

Drunna had no other choice but following the armed man. Keeping his shotgun aimed at her back, the man directed Druuna's steps. During rare encounters with quickly by-passing folks, he hid his gun under his mantle, and grabbed Druuna harshly at her arm. The young girl was scared. The man didn't seem to be one to trifle with.

After a walk of about one hour, during which they transitted areas Druuna had never visited before, he prompted her to stop. With a commanding gesture with his gun, he directed her into a deserted alleyway. It was dark and reeked of waste and decline. Druuna's throat tightened. Would he **** and kill her here? Not daring to turn, she heard him rummage through his sack. When he finally raised his voice in a sharp command, she winced.

"Here, take this and put it over your eyes." Druuna turned around. The man had one hand stretched towards her, holding a dirty piece of black cloth. Druuna hesitated. "Now, hurry up, slut. Haven't you ever seen a blindfold? Put it on. I'm getting impatient."

Determined not to bring his wrath on her, she grabbed the old cloth and put the blindfold over her eyes. Left in darkness and blind to her surroundings, she trembled. Never had she felt more ****. All of a sudden, she felt his strong fingers on her arm. Druuna winced. "Hold still, bitch," her captor warned. Druuna willed herself to comply. To her surprise, he whirled her around several times. Quickly Druuna lost any sense of direction.

"Now listen, bitch." His voice was that close to her ear, that she could feel his breath on her cheek. "We've almost made it to my hideout. So far you've played along well. Now don't waste that good impression and start doing stupid things. Is that understood?"

"Y-yes," Druuna whispered.

"Good. Let's move on." He took her by the arm and pulled her forward. Blinded by the black cloth, she stumbled behind. Her heart was thumping. Where would he lead her?

This time Druuna had no idea how long they continued through this deserted area. Not a single moment she heard or caught signs of other people around. The man led her through a maze of turns and twists, up a ramp and down again. Another maze followed, Druuna was certain, even without a blindfold, she'd never be able to find her way back. Fear crawled into her limbs. Fear, anxiety and that strange, exciting sensation of helplessness. Despite her uncertain destiny, Druuna couldn't deny a familiar tingle in her loins and her nipples.

Eventually they came to a halt. A metallic door whined in its cringes, and sound reached Druuna's ears. Somewhere, an old pocket radio noisily blared a metal song. The door was shut behind her, and her captor pulled her along. After another set of turns, the metallic radio sound came closer. Suddenly, a youthful voice called them up.

"Halt, who goes there?"

"It's me. Degan," Druuna's captor snarled. He let go of her and stepped past her. "You fucking dickhead. How many times have I told ya to not turn that fucking radio up that loud?" The armed man was furious with annoyance. Druuna heard a sharp, dashing noise, followed by a metallic crash.

"Iek, bugger that!" the youthful voice yelled. "What have you done?"

"I made an end to this folly," the armed man snapped. "Now you might hear an intruder soon enough before he smashes your head the way I smashed your fucking radio."

"You had no right to do that!" the other wailed.

SMACK! Druuna heard the sharp smack of slap in the face. The young man wailed again, only to be out-pitched by the hunting man. "Shut your trap, Lumpy! I've every right to decorate this place as I deem fit. If you don't like it, get lost. And stop pestering me with your fucking immaturity."

"Doh, Degan. Now that hurt!" the other whined. "But of course, this is your place. You can do whatever you want."

"Of course I can, idiot." Druuna heard steps again and then a hand grabbed her arm. Crudely she was yanked ahead, dragged around a corner and hurled into the open. Druuna stumbled and almost fell. Somehow she managed to catch her balance though. Heavily breathing she waited for the next things to happen.

"Hey, who's that?" the youthful voice yapped. The lad was approximately four or five feet away from her.

"Some bitch I happened to stumble about."

"Fuck, that's one juicy piece of flesh!" Drunna shuddered. She didn't have to see, that she was looked over by hungry eyes. "Did you fuck her already? She smells of cum."

"Nope," her captor snarled. "She fucked two dirty squatters though. Made 'em screw their cocks limp."

"No shit!?"

"If I tell ya."

"Damn. Can I have a fuck with her? That ass looks gorgeous."

"Hmm. Maybe later. After I had a stint with her."

To Druuna's mounting horror, she found herself caught between two pervert criminals discussing how to fuck her. She was blindfolded and next to naked. If anything, the old oversized shirt only enhanced her vulnerability. Despite having been through quite a lot that day, this was the first time that Druuna really grew afraid.

"P-please," she whimpered with trembling lips. "C-cant you just let me go? I'll be nice to you, I swear. I can give each of you a great blowjob, if you like. Just let me go!"

Degan laughed. "Yeah, I bet you can really give a terrific blowjob. Those gorgeous lips of yours just seem to be made for that. But, babe, I have a very bad news for ya: You will suck cock anyhow. And not too little." The younger man joined his companion's laughter.

"Noo!" Druuna moaned. "Please. I'll also tell you where I reside. You can come by and get a blowjob whenever you like."

"Hmm," Degan mused. "Now that's sounds quite intriguing." Druuna turned her blindfolded face in his direction. "But how would I know that you suck cock as good as you claim?"

"I c-can show you," Druuna whispered, her voice hoarse with sudden hope.