He gives her to the beggars and watches.

"Sorry, lass. But those cum stains on your calves testify against you. Pals, she's yours!"

"Noooo!" Druuna screamed and started to scramble up the stairs. The dirty beggars below cheered hoarsely and followed suit. But the chase didn't last long. The coarse man simply stepped into Druuna's path and slammed his gun right into her belly. Druuna shrieked and collapsed on the spot, her hands grasping at the pain in her stomach.

An instant later, the beggars were at her side. Dirty hands with uncleaned nails clawed at her limbs. Druuna, still writhing in agony, was turned around and pressed into the stairs. Feebly she tried to kick around, but the beggar named Max dodged and quickly grabbed her ankle. "Hold 'er hands, Jack!" he shouted to his buddy. Cackling like an insane, Jack caught Druuna's arms and pinned them down on the stairs. Before Druuna could react, he planted a wet, smelling kiss on her cheek. "Dis gunna be da fun of da centshury, bitch!"

"Noo, please!" Druuna screamed. "Help me! Somebody help me!"

"Shut up, girl!" the man with the gun snarled. "If you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll smash your teeth with my Mary. Might be funny to see how much you resembled those gentlemen, with your teeth spilled on the floor."

The beggars responded with cackling laughter. Max, seemingly the leader of the two, looked up to the man with the gun. "Sir, is it okay if we fuck da slut right 'ere?"

The man with the gun laughed. His shoulders shuddered from his amusement. "Sure, pal. Go ahead and fuck the slut's brains out. Just leave a piece of her for me, so I can take my turn as well."

"No, you bastards. Let me go!" Druuna yelled in fear. She began to realize, that this **** would be much worse than the previous one with the soldiers.

"For the last time, brat! Shut up!"

"Yeah, do as dem man says!" the beggar called Jack shouted, a spray of ugly smelling spit hitting on Druuna's distorted face. Quicker than thought possible for a haggard beggar, he released one of Druuna's hands and struck forcefully at her face. Left, right, left. Druuna's head banged against the stairs, and her vision blurred. "That's gunna teach ya brat to keep yellin'!" he snarled. Quickly he pinned Druuna's wrists down again.

"Looks like da slut's lights are gun out!" Max cackled. Still holding Druuna's ankle he started to unfasten his pants. The way he held Druuna's leg, he had a good view at her lush nether region. The cum stains between her thighs and on her belly could not be overlooked. Quickly he had his pants dropped and slid between Druuna's thighs. The black-haired girl moaned. Her head swam, but she vaguely recalled she had to resist. "Nooo..." she gasped and struggled feebly to push Max away.

Already heated up to a point of recklessness, Druuna's resistance further stimulated the beggar's sick enthusiasm. With a quick slash, he aimed at Druuna's heavy tits. SMACK! Brutally his hand connected with Druunas bare breast. Her melons swayed. Druuna moaned again, from the sudden rush of pain. "Hold it, bitch. O' I'll gunna punch ya teets green and blue!" Max yelled.

"Noo, don't hurt me, please," Druuna coughed, spitting blood from the blows she had received from Jack earlier.

"Den open ya legs, slut. And let me fuck ya tight cunt!"

Druuna knew she should keep up her resistance to preserve at least some part of dignity. But this was not the first time in her young life, that she had received harsh orders like these. Commanding and unforgiving. If anything, Druuna had a talent for survival. If necessary, she could spread her legs for anyone. Even an ugly smelling wrack like that beggar between her legs. Resigning, her leg muscles relaxed, and her legs fell to the sides.

"Look, der slut is givin' in!" Jack shouted triumphantly.

"Yeah," Max gasped breathlessly. He couldn't believe his fortunes. This was their lucky day. He had long ago stopped to dream of juicy, young cunts. And this one was most exquisite by far. Tight, swollen lips with just a slight stubble of pubic hair above a hard, pouting knob at the gate. And this tight cunt had already been greased for him. Indeed, this was his damned lucky day.