Trouble ahead

Left alone, Druuna surveyed the empty room. She was naked, except for her running shoes, and cum was plastered all over her luscious body. She used her hand to wipe it away, but her efforts were futile, and quickly the sticky mess was all over her hands. Disgustedly she licked the remains from her fingers. What else could she do?

The echoes of her multiple orgasms still rang through her youthful body. It served as a harsh reminder of her vulnerability. Druuna didn't have any illusions about the cruel reality out there. As soon as any bypassers caught sight of her naked form, the hunt would be on.

Still, there had to be a way to get out of here. When she had left her room, she had intended to go to the medical centre. Trusting her charms and their effects on the chief doctor, a horny old bastard, she usually didn't have a problem to coax a handful of applications from the staff in exchange for carnal services. Those were the ways, girls like her had to tread, to survive in this post-apocalyptic universe. But the medical centre was still at least a one hour walk away. Not to speak of the guards, who'd hardly let a naked, cum-covered woman through to the doctors without molesting her before.

Druuna sighed. Hanging around didn't solve her problem. The longer she waited, the later Shastar, the one lover she cared for, would get his dose. Cautiously Druuna opened the door and listened. No sounds to hear. The building still seemed to be as deserted as it had looked from the outside. Taking a deep breath, she stepped onto the corridor. Up or down? She had no idea. If she went downstairs, she'd quickly find herself back on the street. If she went upstairs, chances increased she'd get trapped in the building. On the other hand, she didn't have any options: In the stories above, she might at least find some clothes. Any kind of rag would suffice in her situation.

Carefully, Druuna headed through the deserted corridor and for the next flight up. Dirt and ugly smelling waste material littered the stairs. Trying to balance in between the worst places, Druuna tip-toed upstairs.

Suddenly, she heard a door banging above her. Steps sounded through the staircase. Panicking, Druuna turned around. Taking huge strides, she virtually jumped down the stairs and headed across the corridor. Her bare breasts swayed heavily with every move. Quickly she reached the start of the next section down. Eager to get away, before some unknown threat could corner her, she swung around the rail, taking the first steps down in a rush. A shout from below stopped her dead.

"That's the one!" a hoarse voice croaked from below.

Drunna looked down and recognized the toothless crone from before. Right behind her, she noticed two other beggars in torn and stained clothes. At the sight of the naked girl stumbling the stairs in their direction, they produced rotten rows of decaying teeth.

"Come 'ere, darlin'" one of the beggars cackled. "Ole Max got a present fo' ya!"

Druuna shook her head in denial. Frantically she turned around and headed back from where she came. The squatters immediately gave chase, their footsteps on the stairs echoing dangerously in Druuna's ears. Without a thought, she hurried the stairs back up. This time she didn't care about the litter she stumbled through. At the top of the second flight, she slipped in some greasy liquid. In the fall, she banged her knee against the edge of the uppermost tier. Druuna screamed in pain. Desperately she scrambled up on her feet. Blood dripped from her knee. The shouts and yells from her pursuers got closer. There was no time left for thinking. Only running. Heavily panting she reached the next landing. Another corridor stretched beyond, another run for safety. Again Druuna decided to take her chances with the stairs. Hiding in one of the rooms would have been too obvious, with her hunters that close behind. Hastily she sprinted across the corridor and swung around for the next flight of stairs. But this time she found her way up blocked.

In the middle of the flight stood a boorish looking man. A dusty vest covered his broad shoulders. On his feet he wore heavy military boots. In one hand he held a heavy linen sack. In the other hand a sawn-off shotgun. Its muzzle pointed directly at Druuna's face.

"Freeze or I shoot!" the man yelled at Druuna.

Druuna froze on the spot. Desperately she looked the man in his alert eyes. "Please, help me. Don't let them hurt me!"

"Who's going to hurt ya, lass?"

"Them. Behind me. Those ugly beggars!" Druuna turned her head around and pointed behind her. From below, fast approaching steps could be heard.

"Hmm, move two steps up, lass. But none more!" The man kept his gun directed at Druuna and took also two steps up.

Druuna didn't need a second invitation. Clutching at the thin straw of rescue, she did as she was told. Now she had at least some distance between her and whoever would soon round the corner. Not a second later, two panting males rushed onto the landing.

"Dere she is!" one of the squatters yelled, unaware of the man with the gun waiting above.

"Get 'er, Max. Let's have..." His eyes went wide, when he finally noticed the new threat at the top of the stairs. "Damned hell. Who's that?"

"Damned right, pal!" the man with the shotgun shouted. "Stop or I'll blast your heads off with dear Mary here in my hands!"

"Fuck, man. We ain't want no trouble!" The first beggar stood frozen a few meters onto the stairs, holding his hands up in defense. His friend cowered anxiously at the corner of the landing. "We jest wunted a piece of dem slut dere to pway wit!"

"Well, looks like the lass isn't interested in becoming a part of your games." A broad smile greeted them; first the beggars, then Druuna. "Not that I wouldn't understand your motives. The lass is sure one hot looking piece of flesh."

Druuna didn't like the direction of this conversation. Trying to hide her obvious vulnerability, she clutched her hands in front of her ample globes. "Please. They... they caught me out in the open," she lied. "They ripped my clothes off me and pushed me to the ground. I... I managed to kick one in his balls and ran into this building. Please, you must help me!"

"Dunt believe a word she is saying," the second beggar croaked. "Ole Lucy saw her. Dem soldiers took her in da building. Lucy saw how dey fucked. Told us, good Lucy. We went a lookin'. Da brat is a slut. Gods be my witness. Give 'er to us, and we'll show 'er what a good fuck is!"

"Yeah, dad's how it was," the other beggar added. "On my word."

"Hmm, looks like we have a stalemate. Your words against hers." He looked at the beggars and then back at Druuna. The naked girl shivered under his scrutiny. Cautiously she shifted her position, to avoid a straight look at her most cum-covered parts. The eyes of the broad shouldered man narrowed. Druuna was sure, she had lost. Despairing, she sent a plea for mercy to the man with her beautiful eyes. His gun never wavered.

"Okay, pals," he proclaimed after a some thoughts, which seemed an eternity to Druuna. "That's what we gunna do..."