More Tribals!

Turning a corner on the second floor at full speed , Druuna came face to face with six muscular, armed men. They too; except for one exception, were dressed in grey cloth garments wrapped around their groins like their dead comrades, though the bulges in their pants were a bit larger than the ones on the men Druuna had killed just moments ago. Five of the men held aluminum baseball bats in their hands, while the biggest of the men held a heavy sledgehammer and was wore absolutely nothing. While most of the men seemed to be decorated with a number of tribal tattoos around their heads, chests and arms, the largest man was absolutely covered in ornamentation. Spikes, lines, dots and skulls flowed all over the flesh on his chest, arms, face, fists, legs and most of all his thick, fully erect penis.

The brute slammed his hammer into the ground in front of him, sending a geyser of tile fragments and dust into the air. With a red face the man screamed at Druuna “PUT DOWN THE WEAPONS BITCH! PUT DOWN THE WEAPONS AND STRIP FOR ME NOW, OR I’LL SMASH YOUR LEGS AND ARMS AND **** YOU UNTIL THERE’S NOTHING LEFT OF YOU, BITCH!”

Druuna gripped her ax and club tightly, unsure of what to do. The berserker was very intimidating, and she didn’t think she could take him, let alone the five other men. But Druuna knew giving up would result in being brutally **** and likely killed when she was no more use to the men.