New arrivals

Druuna stirred in her sleep and slowly began to wake from her sleep, tossing and turning in her bed so that the blanket that had covered her naked body slipped down onto the floor. Finally, Druuna opened her eyes and looked around to see where she was. She was no longer in the room with all the guards, but instead she found herself in a very small room, with just barely enough space for the narrow bunk on which she was laying and iron bars separating this room from an equally small one on the other side of them. The bars caused Druuna to experience quite a lot of anxiety before she realised that the door had been left open, implying that she wasn’t being treated as a prisoner.

Sitting up, Druuna found her shoes next to her naked feet, but could find nothing else to wear. New clothes had been part of the bargain that she had struck with the guards, and Druuna had to wonder why she hadn’t been supplied with those yet. But then again, the small window revealed that it was still dark outside, the light in the room was coming from the naked light bulb mounted in a lamp that was placed on a table placed on the other side of the bars, meaning that she had hardly gotten a full night’s sleep yet, and the guards had probably not expected her to wake up so soon.

Putting on her shoes, Druuna found that whoever had carried her to the small room hadn’t bothered with cleaning her up, which meant that she was now covered by ample reserves of stale cum which gave much of her skin a frosted appearance in the light bulb’s dim sheen.

Feeling her body ache as she heaved herself up on her feet, Druuna shifted her shoulders and wiped a few strands of hair out of her face before walking out through the opened cell door and continuing on to push open the door which she expected to lead back into the main room of the guardhouse.

Druuna was proven correct in this as she now stood just beyond the threshold to the room where she had been not that long ago, but she could see none of the men and women with whom she had been cavorting. Instead, only two people were seated at the large table, one man and one woman.

The man was strikingly handsome, Druuna thought, with fair hair and a healthy complexion which showed that he must have spent a lot of time outdoors in the sun, with a powerful build that was partly exposed due to the fact that he was naked from the waist up, showing off his firm-looking pecks and equally well-developed abs. A green jacket and a shirt was slung over the back of the chair next to him, and the man was holding four cards in his right hand while a gun was holstered on his right thigh.

Sitting opposite of the man was the woman, who had a very dark complexion and jet-black hair which was cut short while the whites of her eyes and her pale blue pupils clashed quite nicely with the chocolate-coloured skin that surrounded them.
Taller and more powerfully built than Druuna, the woman was still very curvaceous, and since she was as scantily clad as the man sitting opposite to her there was nothing to hide the deliciously full and round nature of her breasts, each of which was crowned by a puffy dark nipple.

Like the man, the black woman had noticed the door being pushed open and was now staring at Druuna as she stood in the doorway.