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Druuna: Hale's Tale	By : Nickamano Category: Comic Strips > Little Orphan Annie Views: 721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part one - Morbus Gravis
- 2-Part two - Beyond Morbus Gravis
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DRUUNA. "HALE’S TALE."
By: Nickamano.
This is a parody of the European erotic science fiction comic series by Paolo Eleuteri Serpieri. I gain nothing from the writing of this story.

Part one – Morbus Gravis.

Hale Adams was a teenage girl living in the wreckage of the already abandoned sector twelve. She had lived there, a sheltered upbringing, with none but her parents all her life. It had always been just the three of them and she had gained little knowledge of the outside world, or had shown very much interest in it, or of other people outside of her family. She had a vague understanding that ‘the outside’ and ‘other people’ were far too dangerous. And those were facts that, at least of late, Hale had grown to be painfully aware of.
She knew she was beautiful, she had seen other women, mostly from a distance, and had compared their faces and bodies to her own. And the few times she had crossed paths with men, their attitudes toward her, even in the early years of her pubescence, had assured her of their desire and their interest.
She was pale, though her skin was creamy rather than pallid; soft and smooth without mark or blemish. She had lovely large eyes that apparently bore a natural innocence that everyone picked up on. Her lashes were long and thick, a perfect ebony surround to the crystalline blue irises. A petite upturned nose and full gleaming lips finished her pretty features. Her figure was pert, slender yet shapely. Firm thighed and round, perky buttocked; her waist was very slim, an attribute she was proud of. That inward sweep, from the flow of her ribs, whipped smoothly into rather narrow girlish hips. Though there was enough flesh and muscle to smooth out the jut of her hip bones. Her breasts were high, proud and firm, topped by fat cherry nipples with small discs of pastel pink areolae. Though not large by any means, there was enough of the twins to fill her own palms.
Young Hale’s most visibly striking feature was her complete lack of hair. She was utterly bald and had been all her life. The lack of body hair had never been an issue of course, through the presence of eyebrows and lashes was a strange though fortunate oversight. Her father had stated that her lack of hair must have been due to some kind of mild radiation interference when she had been growing in her mother’s womb.
When she was younger, she had been very self-aware and embarrassed by her bald pate. However by now, with parental bolstering and encouragement, as well as observing the illicit interest in her from men she met from time to time, she had grown to see the uniquely attractive feature as very much an asset.
Clothing had been hard to come by since they had closed the sector off a year ago. Hale had to make do with cotton rags and old clothes. Her entire wardrobe consisted of matching or similar articles, so she always looked the same. The only differences were in size and cut and fit. She currently had on a white top that was basically a sleeveless cotton poncho, tied at the waist that stopped way above her knees. From mid-thigh to ankle, she was covered by white hold-up leggings. While plain white pumps covered her feet.

This had been the worst week of her life. Days earlier Hale had watched in horror from the window of her home as her mother had been attacked my two of the diabolical mutant monsters that increasingly scoured the sector, that she thought of as her home.
When the sector had been closed off, Hale's father had refused to give up his home and, of course, Hale and her mother had stayed behind with him. During those first few weeks they didn’t see any change to their lives. Maybe a few familiar faces were no longer present. Maybe the soldier patrols came into their area more often, forcing the women to keep themselves in door in hiding. However, it wasn’t long before the first of those monstrous mutants were spotted moving around the piles of rubble and the abandoned sector grids. Their house had been quickly fortified.
It had not been sufficient.
Hale's father had been out hunting for food and supplies at the time. However, he had been late getting home and her mother, Niami, had been worried. She had gone out to the open ground in front of the pile of metal and rubble that concealed their home’s entrance to look out for his return. She had been sure to remain in plain sight of her daughter.
She hadn't seen the mutants in time, though Hale had and she'd screamed to her mother. But had been too late.
Two of the creatures, both huge and ravenous monstrosities - part mutated though vaguely recognisable human and part tentacle-limbed, fang-jawed, drooling obscenity - had appeared from the countless ever-present shadowy piles of rubble and jumped Hale's mother, before she could take three steps toward their home.
Hale had been forced to watch as one of the monsters wrapped its powerful tentacles around her mother's body and dragged her, struggling and screaming with inhuman terror, towards its horrific ravening maw.
At that moment her father had arrived, sprinting desperately to his wife's aid, firing his antique auto-loader wildly. The two creatures simply split apart, one going head on after Hale's father while the other continued its ravenous attack the defenceless Niami.
Hale's father had desperately emptied his rifle into the attacking monster at point-blank range, finally managing to drive it off him by grinding the shoulder-stock into its eye. However, it was only after the creature had savagely gnawed off both of his legs above the knee and raked one of his terror-stricken eyes out of its socket.
Immediately afterward he had managed to stem the blood flow with leather straps, cursing the requirement for first aid. He had started to crawl towards his wife, at last, but there was nothing he could do to save her from her eventual fate.
Both Hale, who was too scared to do anything, and her father could only watch helplessly as Niami was set upon by the second mutant. The monster had wrestled Niami to the floor, pinning her face down against the rubble with its tentacles, while it savagely tore her clothing from her body. Once it had her naked, it had forced her up onto her hands and knees and immediately penetrated her anus, sodomising her with its horrifically grotesque genitals while it began to simultaneously eat her alive, sinking its teeth into the flesh of her shoulder, tearing off flesh bone deep, and chewing as it brutally humped the screaming sobbing woman.
Hale would never forget her mother's screams of unimaginable agony, as she was anally raped and eaten; suffering for long hellish minutes, until she collapsed under the creature's weight along with her own blood- and tissue-loss, and slowly died beneath it.
Afterward the satiated mutant had ignored both the house and Hale's father, instead loping off into the all-consuming shadows.
Hale had stood at her window, watching her father struggling towards his wife's corpse. She watched him for an hour as he weakly, rock by rock, with his bare hands, buried the remains of his beloved Niami. It took him another hour to get to the house, however he physically could not drag himself over the rubble and down the steps to the hidden door. He decided instead to remain outside with his rifle in order to protect his daughter.
It was well into the next day before Hale found the courage to force down her blinding fear and leave the safety of her home, in order to go out and see her father. She brought him food and medicine, and more ammunition for his rifle. She fixed his legs as best she could, neatening the wounds, snipping of scraps of flesh and then using a bedsheet to wrap the stumps properly. A little blood seeped from the shredded stumps but the flow was mostly coagulated. He wouldn’t let her deal with his eye. He had snipped off the mangled orb freeing it from the optic nerve and the packed the socket and wrapped additional bandages to hold the wadding in place. She bit back her tears when he confessed to her that he could still feel his legs, his toes tingling with pins and needles when he waggled them.
It was the following day when Hale's father realised that he had been infected with the 'Evil'. She never learned how he had realised. After that, he refused to let Hale get too close to him, even though she insisted she'd figured out a way of getting him back inside the house. He insisted that he would stay put with his rifle and spend the last days of his life protecting his daughter from harm. And that, hopefully, it would make up for his failure in protecting his beloved Niami.
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A day later, his remaining eyesight failing due to the ‘Evil’, Hale’s father spotted a sudden movement, not a hundred yards away. Panicking that the mutants had returned, he pointed his rifle and fired even though he was unsure of himself. He'd been hallucinating recently, seeing the very world around him shift and change, seeing movements where there was nothing, seeing mutants everywhere he had already wasted six rounds and terrified his poor daughter.
He'd heard the sound of his bullet ricochet off stone and then the soft gasp of a young woman. But the female voice was not Hale’s. And besides, he’d heard that mutants could be tricky, sometimes they could make the sound of a baby's cry to entice someone towards them, or so he'd been told. He topped off the autoloader and snarled at the blurry, indistinct target. His one remaining eye was itching terribly. In fact, both were itching and so were his legs from the knee down. Above that they were numb.
"Lousy mutant! Come out of that hole so I can shoot a hole right through you!"
The same young woman's voice answered him. He could detect fear and confusion in her soft, fearful words.
"Hey! Don't shoot! You're lucky that I'm not a mutant! Who the hell are you? Why are you so eager to kill me?"
He paused, uncertain of himself, he topped off the rifle again, and called out a second time, ejecting the previous unfired shot, more confused than he'd ever been.
"Ah... I don't trust anyone... Come closer and stand so that I can see you."
He added a quick warning. Wishing his other senses had improved like the stories had always implied.
"Don't try to fool me, I'm aiming straight at you!"
"Okay, okay. But don't shoot."
Her fear was still there, plain in the quiver behind the words. With a sudden stab of fear of his own, he wondered where his daughter was. Was he sure it wasn’t her? He was really confused these days. The last thing he wanted to do was to shoot Niami… no Hale. His daughter was called Hale.
The woman came out into the open, into the light. He saw her properly for the first time, and she was fantastic. Young, beautiful and very voluptuous. Was she an angel maybe? Or an hallucination?
   "Here I am... is this okay?" She asked.
The man looked her over carefully, partially looking for signs of the 'Evil' mutation and partially to lust over her amazing figure. His voice quivered with lust as he answered.
"Hmmm... You look all right..." He lowered his rifle, though he remained suspicious. "You can come closer, but not too close."
"But why on Earth did you try to kill me... what are you doing here?" The young woman asked, seemingly still shaken by the near miss.
"I... I can't really see all that well. I shoot at anything that moves... There are monsters here, it's full of them, I don't know where they're coming from... I lost my wife tragically and... and they have torn off my legs... can you believe that I still feel them?"
"Oh my God!" The young woman exclaimed.
The man continued.
"I was defending my house... or rather I thought I was doing that a few days ago... But I'm really not sure of anything now... Maybe my brain has stopped working... I don't know, But I have the impression that..." He paused, lost for words.
"What are you trying to say?" Asked the young woman, stepping closer.
"It's as if everything were moving around me... I hear rustlings around me... I hear rustlings all around me... muffled noises and after that... after that the things change, they are different..."
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"Let me help you..." The young woman said.
She moved to come to the man's side. To her he was talking as though delirious, but his story had touched her and she wanted to help him, to hold him. The man's reaction shocked her, he didn't lift his rifle but he was very firm in warding her off.
"No, stop right there! Don't come any closer!"
She stopped as he pulled up the sleeve of his coat, seeing the greenish, mottled putrescence og#f the bare skin, the bulging veins and puss filled sores. The 'Evil'.
"...Look I've caught the plague! Those cursed people gave it to me, and I've become just like them... but before I disappear, I want to take someone with me..."
His hand twitched involuntarily. For Druuna, the realisation was an eye opener. She spotted the signs everywhere she looked. Beneath the bandaged face, which covered his ripped away eye, his skin was also showing signs of that same mottled and greenish effect, his lips were unnaturally red even through the thick grey of his moustache. His exposed eye was bulging visibly from the socket.
"So maybe you can do something for me." He added.
Druuna wasn't certain what he meant by that, depending on who asked, she had learned that it could mean a whole host of things. Few of them pleasant.
Another voice interrupted them, a light soft voice, youthful and pretty, but at the same time harsh, untrusting, unforgiving. Hale emerged from behind one of the countless piles of rubble that surrounded and concealed their home.
"Kill her, Papa, don't trust her! Kill her!" She shouted.
The woman caught sight of the girl as she came out from behind a stone pillar. She was a striking girl, very bald, yet undeniably beautiful, she was also very young and obviously very frightened. Her fear projecting as aggression towards Druuna.
"Hale! I told you to hide!" Snapped the girl's father.
His hands grasped the rifle reflexively, as his daughter came out into the dangerous open ground.
"Kill her!" The girl urged. "We could give her body to the monsters, and maybe they would leave us alone!"
She looked the young girl over with increasing sadness. Once her father was dead, which she thought was probably a matter of hours, Druuna knew well the kinds of things this poor, arrogant girl would have to start doing, would be forced to do, in order to survive. It saddened her, despite her blatant aggression toward her.
"Hale, darling," The man said softly. "What are you saying. This young girl maybe our only hope, don't you understand? It's all over for me... I can't move anymore..."
Hale's eyes were filling with tears, she had never seen her father so weak and frail and he was not making much sense.
"With them, however, I could go to the inner city and get some serum and..."
Druuna, looking around, interrupted them with a gasp of surprise.
"Hey! Something's going on!"
And she was right. The world around them, everything was twisting, shifting, shimmering as though inconsequential, unreal. The world seemed to be melting. Hale's father looked around him and laughed wildly.
"So I'm not crazy! You can see it, too? It's coming back... Look!"
"What? I don't understand!" Said Druuna.
The bizarre, shuddering, earthquake-like occurrence approached them and suddenly swept under their feet the reality-shifting and shimmering following quickly behind.
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"Papa! Papa!"
Hale screamed and pressed herself back against the pillar. Druuna braced herself, trying to stay on her feet as the stomach-churning reverberation thundered beneath and around her.
"What the hell..."
Hale's father was laughing hysterically.
"Ha, ha, ha. It's moving now, that's great! I feel relieved, Ha, ha!" He looked ahead into the settling dust. "Look, look, straight ahead, there he is! It's him! It's not an hallucination!"
Both Hale and Druuna spun and stared into the clouds of dust in the wake of the strange alteration of reality, but neither girl could see anyone. However, as the dust gave way, they were shocked to see the terrain that had been all around them before was gone; replaced with a newer looking place. It weas somehow cleaner and appeared more metallic. A tiled floor, machinery and piping forming walls and corridors. Even the smells assaulting them were different, as was the ambient temperature. But they remained standing in the rubble, surrounding the sandy coloured stone of Hale’s and her father’s home. The girl gasped out her fear, looking shock-faced around at the new terrain.
"He's disappeared... Now everything is different, you can see that for yourselves." Mumbled her father. "Am I right?"
Druuna answered him, the shock evident in her voice.
"But it's impossible, by God! How can it possibly do all that? It's absurd!"
A moment later, and to everyone's surprise, three bulky figures appeared from behind a newly conjured stack of machinery. Druuna and Hale could see they were men, soldiers. Which, Druuna knew all too well was not necessarily a good thing. However, Hale's father, with his strained eyesight, saw only moving shapes. His terror-fuelled imagination getting the better of him, he immediately raised his rifle.
"The mutants! The mutants are here!!"
He shouldered his rifle, and fired a shot straight towards the men before Druuna or Hale could stop him.
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"Hale, quick, hide!" He shouted over the crack of his rifle.
"No, they're soldiers, don't shoot!" Druuna called.
But it was too late. Druuna could hear the soldiers as they all ducked for cover.
"Down! We're being attacked!"
The one shouting the warning, drew his sidearm. The other two dropped to the ground, cursing as the leader returned fire. The single shot hit Hale's father hard in the shoulder, knocking him flat onto his back, the auto loader fell from his grasp.
"ARGH!"
In his already weakened and diseased state, it was too much for the old man, and the wound was a mortal one. Druuna desperately shouted out to the soldiers.
"Oh my God! Don't shoot! We surrender, it was a mistake!"
She hoped the soldiers would be understanding and take pity on them. Though, in her experience, all too often they would kill first and check for signs of the 'Evil' afterwards.
The soldiers rushed over, guns drawn, aggressive and cautious at the same time. Druuna sat herself on the floor as the leader approached her. Hale was kneeling by her father's side, who was already barely hanging on. The lead soldier cocked the hammer of his revolver and aimed at Druuna.
"Stop right there! Why should I trust you? You'll have to answer a few questions little girl!"
"Don't trust her Sarge, shoot her in the head."
The Sergeant ignored his comrade’s heated comment.
"Please try to understand..." pleaded Druuna. "He's an old man... he can't see very well, and he shot by mistake, he thought you were mutants. He was trying to defend himself..."
The soldiers peered intrusively at Hale and her father. The old man, twitching uncontrollably was breathlessly murmuring to his daughter.
"Hale, I'm dying... I'm dying..."
"No, no..." Cried his daughter. "Don't leave me..."
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The second soldier, angry as the old man's bullet had missed him by mere inches, stormed over to them. The no doubt fear induced rage apparent in his face. Hale darted back out of his way in terror. The soldier grabbed the old man by the lapels of his stained coat and drew the dying man’s face up into close proximity. He was so angry that, at first, he didn't even notice the obvious signs of the 'Evil'.
"You worm, you bastard, don't think you're going to get out of this so easily!"
"Ahhh... go to hell... And leave me to die in peace!"
Her father's defiant words unfortunately brought out some belated confidence in young Hale.
"Don't touch him you louse!"
The soldier, sneering with repulsion and rage, ignored her.
"I'll crush your head!"
He raged at the dying man, yanked down the facial bandage with a savage bare handed tug and saw, with shock, the rapidly mutating effects of the 'Evil'. Druuna saw that, only after the few minutes since she had seen him close up, the mutation had already accelerated.
"Oh God!!" The soldier croaked suddenly.
The old man let out a choked groan of pain and went limp in the soldier's engaged grasp as he fainted from weakness and pain. The soldier finally let the old man drop to the floor and staggered back, suddenly terrified. The Sergeant looked at his comrade in surprise.
"Snake, what's the matter?"
"The plague! He's got the plague! And I touched him! Oh God!"
The Sergeant looked over at the corpse of Hale's father. Sneering with disgust and then turned to his man, expression showing a mix of sympathy and revulsion.
"Shit, you're right! We'll have to eliminate him... And soon! I don't see what else we could do!"
The soldier called Snake, shaking and terrified, staggered back away from the others, rubbing maniacally at his hand where he imagined the infection to be already sinking through his dermis and into his blood stream. His eyes were wild, blood shot and glistening with panicked tears, of the realisation that the ‘Evil’ might already be spreading.
"I touched him... with this hand, with this hand... I'm done for!"
The third soldier, a hugely muscled brute of a man, who had been watching both Druuna and Hale like a hawk, stepped up to the leader's side.
"But Sergeant, the rules are that he must be transferred."
"And how are we to transfer him?" The Sergeant snarled. "Where am I going to find a messenger around here? We've been in this damned sector for weeks and by God, I don't think we'll ever get out of it!"
Behind them, still staggering around aimlessly, Snake was moaning.
"...With this hand... I'm lost... done for... accursed demon... and I touched him!"
The Sergeant, having calmed himself enough to think straight, came to the only conclusion he could think of.
"We'll shoot him right through the heart, that should do it..."
The third soldier grinned and excitedly drew his own revolver.
"Yeah!"
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"It's the end... the end..."
Snake moaned and groaned away, staggering about in the far side of the closest pile of rubble a little way from the others as his Sergeant and the other man stood over the still form of Hale's father and put two bullets each directly into his heart. The old man's whole torso, twitching unconsciously, abruptly erupted into a bloody pulp, twitched one last time and then lay still, quietly bubbling blood from the gaping jagged wound in his chest.
It was too much for Hale to stand. Weeping with rage and grief she mindlessly stormed up to the two armed men, screaming at them.
"Damned pigs! I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Druuna grabbed her before she could get her nails within range of the two soldiers.
"Stop it you idiot! What do you think you're doing?"
Hale angrily tore her arm out of Druuna's grip and turned on her, tear-filled eyes practically glowing with her hatred and rage.
"Leave me alone! How dare you touch me you slut!" She screamed.
"Hey, I'm telling you..."
The third soldier, the big guy, suddenly interrupted Druuna, talking right over her, his burning eyes tight on the younger girl. Druuna noted a small name tag on his sleeve naming him ‘Monk’.
"I see. We're going to need a few lessons in good manners!"
He stood over the body of Hale's father with his hands on his hips, pistol holstered. He had a wide dangerous grin on his face. Druuna had already noticed the size of the pronounced bulge in his brown combat trousers but right then and there it looked ridiculously proportioned. Hale was too busy glaring at Druuna to notice much of anything. The sergeant looked across at a crouched, quietly whimpering Snake.
"Oh, God! Oh God! I touched him! I'm done for!"
"Come on," Growled the Sergeant gruffly. "Stop your crying. Take care of the girls!"
But the third man, Monk, was already moving forwards. He was eyeing Hale with angry, lust-filled eyes and it was obvious to Druuna, and everyone except Hale, what he was intending.
"Let me take care of this, Sergeant!" He grunted. "Little miss wise ass must learn who's the master here!"
He didn't turn around to check for the Sergeant's smile and nod of permission, even though Druuna saw it. Hale felt suddenly aware, at least, that she was in trouble. She threw her arms up to ward off the advancing soldier, backing away fearfully.
"What? Nooo. Don't touch me! Go away, you disgust me!"
Druuna smiled, though grimly and distinct sadness. The poor stuck up little teen had been asking to get raped by these men, with that attitude, and now she was going to get it, hard.
"I'm disgusting to you?" Monk laughed.
He was past taking offence. This pretty, bald-headed teen could have said anything to him and it wouldn't have angered him. It would have just made him all the more horny. If that was possible. He knew he was going to get what he wanted she couldn’t stop it. This young thing was extremely cute and given her youth was probably pretty pure and uninitiated. The sexual power and excitement of the circumstance had gripped him totally.
Druuna knew well the mood that was reflected in Monk's eyes. She could recognise it every time, she had seen it before herself more times that she wished to admit. “Oh God!” She thought, standing and watching mutely alongside the seemingly more civilised Sergeant as Monk approached Hale with the full intention of violently raping her.
Hale's arms came up defensively as Monk reached for her but he merely slapped her defences away and grasped the front of her tunic before pulling her towards him. He smothered her mouth with his own, pressing his lips to hers in a rough, harsh kiss. Hale struggled and moaned through her clamp-lipped mouth. Monk pulled his face back and shoved Hale hard in the chest, sending her reeling to the ground.
"AHHHH!" She cried out as she hit the floor.
She half sat up to look fearfully up at Monk, while hastily shoving the rucked-up flap of her tunic down to cover her bared inner thighs. Monk stared down at her, grinning with a maddened and sadistic look of lustful desire in his dark, cruel eyes. He fumbled with his trouser belt and zipper.
Hale cried out as she finally realised what exactly Monk had in store for her. Druuna, almost relieved that Hale had at last realised what was going to happen, heard the Sergeant grunting with amused satisfaction at Hale's fearful reaction. So much for him appearing more civilised.
Monk took a step forward, so he was standing right over Hale as he freed his erect penis from his filthy combat pants. Staring up from her prone position, Hale gasped as she saw the weapon Monk was intending to use on her - it was huge. Almost a foot long with an over-proportioned thickness and a fast bulbous crown the size of an apple. Huge, bloated pair of testicles, pressed the fabric of his trousers out beneath, their own exclusive bulge.
Monk held his shaft tightly in one hand, pulling the thick foreskin up and down the hugely bulbous shape of the purple head, making sure Hale got a good look at the meat. He pulled his balls out into the open air and cupped them in his free hand, salaciously thrusting his hips towards Hale's shivering body, lewdly showing off his favourite torture device. Then, with a sadistic laugh he let them go and knelt down over Hale.
The hypnotic and heavy swing of Monk's vicious looking tackle had a kind of terrible mesmerising effect on her, a cobra holding the gaze of a mouse before it strikes.
A memory suddenly flashed into Hale’s mind. A recent warning from her father. About soldiers and their tendencies, and the risks of dealing with such men. The dangers of interacting with them, and of asking soldiers for help.
He had explained that such men were used to violence, and tended to be drunk on their own power. And they were also acutely aware of the probability, because of the inherent danger of their job, that every single day might be their last. It was constantly on their minds, and that made them even more dangerous and unpredictable.
Papa had also told her these men, because each day may be their last, always took their pleasures seriously. And their favourite pleasures came from women. Especially young pretty women like Hale. She had inwardly bloomed at Papa telling Hale that she was pretty. But then he had spoiled it with his vile, disgusting warning. That the soldiers often augment themselves with pills and injections, to make themselves bigger and stronger and award them with more stamina. To all parts of their bodies. But especially to the parts they use on women and pretty girls like Hale.
She hadn’t really understood what he had been getting at back then. He’d also said the drugs, the injections made them naturally more aggressive, more quick to anger, and they aren’t the calmest and most trusting types to begin with.
She realised that she was seeing Papa’s warning with her own eyes. This must be the augmentation he had been trying to warn her about. Monk’s thing was huge. Monstrous. Inhuman. He was waving it at her. Making his intentions crystal clear.
Papa’s warning floating in the forefront, Hale didn't fight back or try to run away as Monk settled down above her. The reality of his unholy genitals and their immense proportion held her awareness completely while her attacker sat himself down on her flat stomach, using his weight to pin her as he idly started to tug and flick at the thin cotton of her tunic, at the loose sleeveless arms and the low, wide collar.
She felt his hands burrow under her top and grab, cruelly and with a vicelike grip, onto her firm young breasts. The harsh stinging pain snapped her back to her senses and she squealed and started to fight back. It only made him squeeze harder, his gnashed teeth a rictus of sadistic pleasure.
She wept desperately, pained and panic stricken. Forgetting Papa’s warning, she began lashing out, slapping at Monk, punching his broad muscular chest, trying feebly to wrestle him off her. Even though, surely, he must weigh twice as much as her.
Monk just laughed, enjoying himself as he blocked her attempts at violence using only, for him, light open-palmed slaps of his own. And then, abruptly, his enjoyment, and his patience, ended.
He unsheathed a huge bayonet knife from his back and drove it to the hilt, into the ground by Hale's ear. The blade missed her skin but punched through the coarse material of the shoulder and back of her tunic, essentially staking her to the ground. He leaned down and pressed his lips to her ear.
"That's enough of that foolishness girl!" He warned in a harsh whisper.
For a while Hale fell silent. She simply lay there, watching him arranging her shivering body through tearstained eyes along with the attention grabbing and constant rhythmic throb of his massive swaying erection.
Carefully, so as not to afford the hot little piece a chance to escape, Monk reached back and brought Hale’s long legs forwards onto his shoulders one at a time. He simultaneously slid himself back until he was kneeling up between her spread thighs. He reached down, grabbing the flap of her tunic and flipped it up to her waist, exposing her creamy, hairless flesh from the waist down. Her skin was lovely and soft, unblemished and he grunted in desire and the sight. She had no underwear, a rare garment anyhow these days. Her pubic mound was devoid of hair like the rest of her body and therefore nothing of her was concealed, her lips flushed so they were a darker shade of pale pink and he could feel the heat of her tight little cunt without even putting his hands on her.
He growled through his clenched teeth, unable to hold in his hard desire for this hot little piece, wanting to stuff his whole fist up into that cunt; wanting to bury his face down there and chew on her puffy lips and her clitoris, which was partially concealed under its fleshy hood. He wanted to rip down the top of her tunic and maul some more on her soft, firm tits, bite down on her nipples. But Monk knew there was no time for any of that. He would just have to shove his aching, bloated dick up her and fuck her hard and fast. For now, just enjoy that simple, base pleasure.
He licked his fingers then reached down and roughly splayed her sticky lips wide apart. She tensed, moaned under him, shivering. It was nothing then to quickly insinuate the thick crown of his dick into position. He lifted her lovely creamy thighs again, pulling them wide apart and locking them with his arms. Staring down into Hale's huge, tear-filled eyes, and enjoying her little whimpers, Monk took one more second to gorge on her delicious suffering.
Finally, he took a breath and then drove himself viciously into her, all the way in, deliberately hammering as hard and deep as he could. He barely felt the give of her suddenly ripped away hymen as he forced himself all the way inside her with that single powerful stroke.

"AHHH!" Screamed Hale.
The sudden agonising violence of that monster thing drilling into her had the girl screwing her eyes shut and gritting her teeth as Monk started to pummel his stretching length in and out of her.
"No, not that!" She screamed.
He instigated a hard and fast and brutally forceful rhythm. And she had no chance of holding back the cries of pain or the free flow of tears. Laughing in response to the squeals and sobs of her pain and humiliation, he reached under her top for her breasts. He clamped a hand to one firm globe and squeezed hard. At the same time leaning further over her to allow him to thrust into her even harder.
"AHHH!" She screamed again.
This time Monk pinched viciously on one of her nipples, pulling cruelly on the sensitive bud of flesh, stretching the shuddering orb out, until it was a cone the nipple pinched raw purple between his finger and thumb. Her body twisted under him, reacting to the searing pain. Another scream snatched from her drawn back lips. Though, having enough wherewithal not to try to hurt him, instead she reached back with both hands and grabbed hold of some machinery and piping that was half submerged in the rocky ground beneath them, trying to crush whatever it was between her hands.
Monk started to fuck even harder, grunting and laughing at her obvious agony and the intensity of his pleasure. He reached down between her buttocks with his free hand, pressed his fingers into the taut smooth flesh of her buttock, while he drove his thumb violently into her rectum. He immediately followed it with a long, thick finger. His horrendous raping continued unhindered, his erection seeming to be thickening and lengthening with each bottom-out thrust, stretching out Hale's insides painfully.
"I don't want that!"
She screamed the assertion at the top of her lungs, the pain making her voice tremble then break. Though completely engulfed in his sadistic gusto, Monk knew the dangers of female screams out in the open air, as well as how his Sergeant would react. He pressed his face down beside her ear, releasing her ass hole and nipple as he did and snarled another warning at her.
"Quiet or I'll kill you!"
Hale started to struggle again. Monk was indeed stretching her insides with his thickening erection and his thrusts were getting even harder and more erratic. Stabbing into her over and over. Each attack more painfully rough than the last.
"No, I don't want to, Nooo!" She snarled through her gritted teeth.
Monk leaned over her a little more, pulling her thighs up towards his shoulders again and leaned heavily into her bending her practically double, driving himself even deeper, forcing her body to stretch to accept his bulk. He was getting close now, he could feel it. This girl was one of the best he'd experienced in a long time and he was really enjoying her tight little fish-like squirming and wriggling.
"Ahh!" Cried Hale again.
While she was shaking her head from side to side and biting down on her bottom lip. He drove in harder. He could almost swear he could feel a slight wetness from her, an ease of his back-and-forth motion inside her that hadn’t been there earlier. Was it virgin’s blood or was her body actually enjoying this? Not that he cared one way or the other. Then again, could that be what she had meant by her snarled I don’t want to? Was she gonna cum all over his dick?
Though it would be funny, if he made her cum, he still didn’t care. It was nothing, her place was to give him pleasure, regardless of her feelings. And from now on it was going to be her only job, for the rest of her no doubt short life. The thought added a couple of levels to his excitement and his pleasure. He pummelled his cock into harder than ever, driving him onward with ever-increasing viciousness - raping the girl to drive him closer and closer to his climax.
This added violence of the rape was suddenly too much for Hale and she writhed and struggled under her brutish attacker, bucking under him trying anything to release her from his agonising forced interaction.
"Don't move!" Monk warned around drawn back, drool speckled lips.
His raping of her increased again but this time Hale, scared into total submission at last, dared do nothing but lie there and take whatever he forced on her. She continued to gasp out in hot throbbing pain and squeezed fierce at the piping over her head.

The Sergeant was getting worried and increasingly impatient. Monk and the teenage slut were taking too long and making too much noise. They were in a dangerous area and Snake no doubt required needed the drug, which awaited them at the barracks.
"Come on, Monk, hurry up!" He said.
Even though impatient to get back onto the patrol route, wherever it was, he was enjoying the illicit spectacle of the girl’s suffering, and of Monk's obvious enjoyment.
"We have to leave!"
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"Just a minute... Sergeant..." Monk grunted. His words mangled by gritted teeth and rapid, hornily panting grunts. "I'm nearly done..."
Monk didn't take his eyes off the little whore’s lovely, though tearstained and agonised face. He leaned against her even tighter to add the strength of his muscular hips to his hard and deep raping thrusts.
"AH... OH... You're hurting me... Please... I've never... I beg you...!"
Hale gasped moaning her pleading, protests up to her attacker desperately. She stared up at his face through her tears. His expression formed a nightmarish mask of sadistic passion burning through the ruddy, sweat-soaked grizzled face.
His eyes roamed downward from her sweet agonised face, along her pain-ravaged body. Her firm young breasts, shuddering heavily from Monk's incredible speed and force, should be aching badly, her big hard nipples rubbed raw by the friction, both from her own tunic and Monk's callous hands, of course. His thrusts had flattened the front flap of her tunic and, uplifted by her hips as he had her, she should be able see her own genitals stretched painfully around his big dick.
She would be able to see her own virginal blood smeared up and down his shaft, along, he half hoped, with her own cum juices. If he had made her cream her filthy little self. There were also the deep crimson welts on her upper thighs where his fingers were digging into her flesh and he hoped her tight little rectum was still sore from when he had stabbed his finger and thumb up it.
Her eyes caught Monk's then and he grinned sadistically down at her, before leaning forwards and spitting straight into her face. She turned her head cringing and sobbing wat the new kind of humiliation. He laughed and spat again, disgustedly, right into her open mouth. Topping his cruelty with the hardest and fastest dick-hammering had had ever managed to conjure.
Hale was crying out constantly now, gasps, groans of pained pleas for mercy. But little did she know, she had little more to endure, Monk was at last about to cum. He was growling like an animal and jerking his powerful hips against her. Then, all of a sudden, his great vile weapon tensed within her and finally he howled out his orgasm.
Hale felt an involuntary shock shooting through her body as her rapist’s immense phallus bulged suddenly, stretching her, and then leapt. An instant later her vagina was flooded with a hot and viscous load of his sticky fluid. She cringed at the feel of his shaft bloating and then flooding her body again and again.
Monk lay against her, pressing down heavily onto her and grinding his hips against her groin, grunting noisily over and over into her ear as he deposited shot after shot of his plentiful cum inside her.
Hale lay twitching beneath him, sore and panting for breath as a sudden, searing and delicious heat rose in her groin and then swept throughout her young body. She wept bitterly as she felt his phallus stretch her vagina wide and fill her utterly with its disgusting, viscous scum. That meat had forced its way into her, hurting her with its size and hardness. And it had drilled into her, deeper and deeper, until, the celebration of its victory over her feeble defences, erupted deeply inside her. And it was inside her still, left there even as Monk groaned and slowly lifted his bulk off her. He sighed, contented and completely satisfied with the blissful result of his violent attack. He had planted his pleasure into her and she could not be rid of it.
Aching, yet gorged in post orgasmic bliss, Monk lifted his muscular weight off the girl's shivering young body. He watched with sadistic satisfaction as blood-streaked masses of his own spent cum dribbled out of her well fucked little cunt as he removed his softening shaft, still tingling delightfully, from deep inside her. He stood up and stepped back, proudly looking her up and down as he pushed his slimy though flaccid member back into his combat trousers and reached for the belt and zip. The girl, curled up on her side, was sobbing, clutching at her stomach as if she was burning from inside. It made Monk grin seeing what powerful effect his erection had had on the girl. He squatted down and looked between her sweet smooth buttocks, licking his lips as he looked over her flushed, seeping cunt. His cum was splattered across her lips, smeared on her inner thighs, while numerous pearlescent trickles were making their way southward following the erotic curves of perky buttock and shapely thigh. He always spewed up a lot of jizz. He also loved splashing it about all over the place, even when he made sure it all went where it was supposed to, when he pulled out it always dribbled out after him and got everywhere. Everyone knew it when Monk had made use of a woman, he damn-well hosed them down. It was like leaving his mark behind on his conquests.
Rolled over on her side, clutching her toned belly in a pointless effort to fend off the burning pain that was stabbing through her groin and pulsing outward into her abdomen as far as her breasts and up along her lower back, Hale continued her sobbing.
She squeezed her aching thighs together and pressed her face into the dirt and crumbled brick of the ground, wanting to obliterate everything around her. However, Monk's rough and well-satisfied voice continued to assaulted her senses as he walked back to join his Sergeant. She could hear the light steps of the other woman coming over at the same time. She knew her bare bottom was exposed to her, who she felt kneel down beside her. She prayed the woman would not touch her, she couldn't handle anyone's pity right now. She also knew the soldiers would be looking too. She wanted to reach back and pull the flaps of her tunic down over her buttocks but she didn’t have the strength to even move. She felt as though she was dying. However, really, she was only worried about Monk coming back for more. Though, surely even he couldn't be ready for more that quickly.
"Ah, that was great, yup!" Sighed Monk with obvious contentment. "I really needed it!"
"Okay! Now get her on her feet, quick." Ordered the sergeant.
The Sergeant and Monk were cheerful, the former glad to be able to move on though he was uncertain about the direction back to the barracks. The latter still glowing in the after-bliss of a terrific fuck.
"We've already lost too much time."
Taking note of the order, knowing enough that quick-smart cooperation was the secret to keeping the peace and diverting the possibility of beatings or worse from soldiers, Druuna took it upon herself to see to Hale. She wanted a little distance between the girl and the rapist soldier, she knew his type pretty well and if he was left with her, he'd be pushing her down on the ground for another fuck every few minutes, and, unless his Sergeant put a stop to it, they wouldn't get anywhere.
"I'll take care of her." She said.
They set off at a steady pace, the Sergeant and Monk leading, the females in the middle with Snake taking up the rear. Like the girl, he had gone very quiet since the rape and stumbled along behind them. The girl wasn’t for speaking, or for accepting Druuna’s help. They managed to exchange names, but the girl didn’t reveal very much else, other than her continual pain and a rather blatant and unfair distain for Druuna.
"Sergeant, are you sure this is the right way?" Monk asked, "Where the hell are we? Are we lost?"
"Shit, if I know!"
The Sergeant had grown increasingly short tempered and frustrated, and his voice lifted a little more than he'd intended it to. He glanced at Monk throwing him an apologetic glance, before continuing with a more subdued voice.
  "I don't understand... I used to know these sectors like the back of my hand, but I don't recognise them now... I don't know... It's as if everything has changed... We have to find the exit, Monk, no matter what."
Monk nodded. He was concerned but he knew the Sergeant well and trusted him, he was a fair boss as they went, and he liked Monk and visa-versa. Besides, the Sergeant let Monk follow his rather sadistic pastimes pretty much whenever the desire took him and Monk appreciated that. He could recognise that he wasn’t the smartest guy, he was strong and fast and a good shot, but he knew he wasn't officer material. He was just smart enough to know that the best chance for him to stay alive and safe was to follow and trust in the Sergeant's decisions.
Walking a little slower than the Sergeant or the bastard Monk, Druuna was keeping pace with Hale’s slow and awkward step. The girl was half bent forward, still holding her stomach and limping, her eyes were red and her face was streaked with her tears, though her sobbing had reverted to a lowly sniffle. However, the look on her face was of pure hatred and anger. At the world, Druuna felt. Hale sniffed a couple of times and lifted an arm to wipe her still wet eyes. The older woman noted that the girl’s bloodshot gaze was locked on the back of Monk's head. Which was not a good sign.
"I don't want to leave this place!" She mumbled angrily. "I don't want to be with these bastards!"
The foolish girl, though muttering to herself, was making sure her volume was high enough to carry. Druuna half wondered what Hale meant by 'with' - in their company, under their control? Or 'with' in the context of what she had just experienced with Monk. And Druuna had no doubt she would be experiencing a whole lot more of the same before her life was over.
She had seen a hundred young girls go through exactly the same thing. Introduced into the sexual world with violence, and then having to use it, their only asset, for their very survival. Hale had to understand this quickly, in this world, without any other skill or talent, her attractiveness, her mouth and cunt and asshole were the only commodities she had to offer.
"Don't be stupid," Druuna muttered to the girl, barely holding onto her patience.
She had to understand, not only the rules of commodity and value but she had to be made aware of the danger of their surroundings. Which, if it was true that she had lost not only her father but also her mother to the mutants, she should not need reminding, but apparently, she did.
"With them, we may have a chance..."
"Don't bother me..." Hale snapped. "I'll do what I want!"
Obstinate, unruly, stroppy, sore and grieving. She was lashing out at everyone now, and she didn’t seem to like Druuna any more than the soldiers. Well, if she wanted to be a little idiot, who was Druuna to stop her?
"Do what you like...” She said, through an exasperated sigh. “That was just a little how-to for staying alive."
"They’re going to do the same to you, don't you know?"
Druuna noted the distinct lack of sympathy in Hale's angry, voice. and Druuna didn't fail to catch the backwards glance and smiling wink from Monk, not only confirming the girl's statement, but that he was listening in to the exchange. Of course, Druuna had already made the assumption that Monk would be taking turns and fucking both their female captives. Unlike the girl, she wasn’t stupid. She knew the effect her ripe, shapely body had on men, had known it for years and had used it to her advantage on plenty of occasions. So nothing surprised her, not even the admiring looks from the Sergeant.
"It's only a matter of time." The girl continued, smirking maliciously. "But you like being screwed don't you?"
Druuna shrugged. It was the major form of currency for women; the quickest way of getting what they needed, protection, medicine, freedom, survival. And most women these days rarely had any say in the matter.
"Say whatever you want," Sighed Druuna, "but I see things my own way. What these bastards do will be infinitely preferable to what a mutant in heat could do, I'm sure!"
  "Shut up back there!" The Sergeant growled from up ahead.
Hale was already silent, perhaps considering Druuna's words perhaps just sulking. Her father had implied that Hale’s mother had been taken by a mutant. Perhaps she was lost in the awful sight of her mother’s demise. Druuna had seen enough Mutant rape-murders to envision the horrors that Hale might have witnessed.
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They travelled in silence for a while, tramping through the same scenery. Dusty, rocky ground, pipes and metal tubing and abandoned machinery, old and corroded and broken, rising up all around them like a steel jungle.
Druuna could sense Monk becoming more and more distracted by both the proximity natural lusty perfume of the two young women so close to him. He periodically looked back over his shoulder at them, grinning and eyeing them with obvious and ever-growing lust.
At one point the Sergeant stopped, wanting to set off alone to scout ahead. As he knelt to lighten his load and check his supplies, Monk took the opportunity to go over to Druuna and Hale and have another look at the two of them.
He stood in front of Hale at first. She cowered away from him but that just made him laugh. So instead, she tried to stand up to him, to show him she wasn't scared. Even though everyone knew otherwise. She stood up straight and looked him in the eye, maintaining her silent defiance while his hands moved all over her young body. It didn’t last.
He cupped and fondled her pert breasts through her tunic and then under it via the loose arm holes. Then he flipped up the front flap and grabbed her still tender vagina. She gasped then cringed, tears filling her eyes then running down her flushed cheeks. But she more or less stood still, while he rubbed and tickled her tender lips and searched out her hidden clitoris. His other hand reached under the back flap and he mauled and squeezed the firm cheeks of her, Druuna had to admit, perfectly rounded bottom.
However, when he suddenly tried to jab three thick, hard fingers up into her vagina, Hale panicked and twisted away from him, her cringe becoming a desperate squeal of pain and revulsion. Monk just laughed at her.
To all intents and purposes, Hale belonged to him now. She could sob and struggle all she wanted, but when Monk was serious about fucking her she would not be able to stop him.
Perhaps tiring of the girl’s caterwauling, the big gruff soldier turned his attention to Druuna. This one was older but no less beautiful, though he liked the uniqueness of the girl’s bald skull, the rich gloss brown tresses of the woman were very eye catching. And unquestionably, she had one hell of an amazing body.
Monk was certainly more turned on by the girl, at least for now, because she was young and innocent and inexperienced and she didn't try to hide her suffering under him. This lush woman was obviously older and therefore would be much more experienced. With a body like hers, she couldn't fail to have experienced all of the wide variety of the sexual desires of men of all kinds.
Druuna stood still and silent while Monk, grinning darkly, looked her up and down. His eyes quickly settled on her full, heavy breasts. His hands closed on her, suddenly grasping her hips tight beneath her snug fitting jeans. He squeezed hard, rubbing and fondling her firm and warm flesh. His hands slid around to her full bottom and he grasped the pair of large yet eminently firm cheeks tightly, digging his fingers into her pliant flesh. While he played with the double handful of her ass cheeks, Monk lowered his upper body and then buried his face in Druuna's deep hot cleavage. He slobbered, inhaled her scent, licked a trail slowly up along the length of her immense cleavage. One hand pushed up between her taut buttocks, rubbing at the crevice right where her anus was concealed and then deeper inwards to her vaginal peach. He stroked her firmly, pinching and prodding at her groove through the denim.
He reached up with his free hand and pulled at her cropped sleeveless top, loosening the lacing. The fabric sagged and spread under the weight of her incredible breasts, exposing a mass of full, olive tanned cleavage. Teasing back one of the partially unbuttoned flaps, he freed a nipple, instantly dipping his head and locking his lips to the hot bud of spongy pinkness. At the same time, he forced the hand roving her ass down the back of her jeans and to the firm heat of the flesh of her soft, firm cheeks.
Monk was still sucking at one of Druuna's exposed nipple and awkwardly fondling her bare buttocks from under the tight grasp of her jeans when the Sergeant returned from his scouting trip. The subordinate solider released his punishing grip of Druuna's buttocks, popped his mouth of her raw, engorged teat and strolled up to his superior.
Druuna took the opportunity to cover herself again, making sure to keep her eyes from the nastily self-righteous gaze of Hale, who she knew would be staring at her with, no doubt, a self-satisfied and accusatory smirk on her face.
Following a quiet exchange between Monk and the Sergeant, the group set off again, in a slightly different direction.
The five of them trudged along for another timeless duration. It was getting hotter and hotter, the Sergeant was constantly looking around him, as if looking for familiar landmarks, anything that he recognised. The third soldier, Snake, was still straggling along at the back. Hale and Druuna walked loosely side by side, their eyes lowered, both silent and intimately aware of the frequent over-the-shoulder looks from Monk.
Druuna knew that look well enough, Monk was horny as hell and would take one of them to fuck, perhaps both of them, at the earliest possible opportunity. He'd already given young Hale a thorough screwing and had most recently expressed his interest in Druuna's body. So, it made sense that she would be next to suffer on the end of his shockingly proportioned cock.
Rounding another random corner, brought them inexplicably to an unexpected stop. Druuna assumed that the Sergeant must have come in this way during his scouting mission and yet now he seemed confused and frustrated. Perhaps scenery had changed yet again.
"Look over there, Sergeant" Monk gasped, "It's as if the city has melted."
"Yes, I've never seen anything like it. This heat worries me... Can you feel it?"
Druuna, watching the Sergeant and Monk, felt eyes on her. She knew it wasn't Hale, the annoying teenager was standing close behind her, obstinately scuffing her feet on the sand and gravel floor. As though she was actively trying to get everyone annoyed with her. Turning, she saw over her shoulder that Snake was nearby, closer behind them than he had been. He leaning his head against a pillar. She could see his eyes, staring hungrily at her through the matted mess of his sweat darkened hair, long drools of bubble laden spittle were sliding viscously from his slack mouth towards the ground.
“That guy is looking at me in a strange way...” She thought, watching him with increasing trepidation. “I don't like that... I'll have to be very careful...”
"AHHHHHHH!"
His sudden cry sounded like anguish, and somehow mindless. As though issued by someone other than the soldier. “The plague!!” Druuna thought, automatically staggering backward a step. Snake's head turned, against the pillar, his eyes locking with her’s. And then she knew she had been right. She saw the fresh evidence of his infection. Clearly mottled greenish skin - boils and puss-filled sores, bulging, savage bloodshot eyes. Blood mixed with the free flow of drool, trickling from his open mouth. His monstrous, mindless expression locked to hers. And she saw a violent hunger.
"The Plague!!" Druuna shouted.
Hale screamed. Snake pushed himself away from the pillar and stumbled towards Druuna who backed away quickly. The other soldiers had turned around by this time and Druuna hoped they had the intention to protect her from their plague-ridden comrade and not leave her for him to attack. She had seen the latter happening before in her home sector more than once.
Suddenly Snake seemed to regain control of himself and was struggling with his own infection.
"ARGH!" He screeched. "No... I don't want to... No!"
Hale screamed again.
"Ahh! How disgusting!" Hale screamed.
Her scream sounded sickened, disgusted rather than scared. Druuna could sense that perhaps she had been snatched back to her father, seeing before her eyes what he would have become, if the soldiers hadn't put him out of his misery.
"How awful!" The girl moaned, shivering with disgust.
"What's the matter, Snake?" The Sergeant shouted
He sounded shocked, standing there staring at his comrade, from a bit of a distance. However, Monk was already going for his sidearm.
"Shit! He was right! He's caught it!"
"AAUUHHH!"
Suddenly and with bloody drool splattering his shirt, Snake turned and ran from the group, screaming as if in agony, arms flailing. Druuna was reminded of a man who had been set alight.
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This time, following Monk’s lead, the drew is sidearm and both men set off after him, leaving Druuna and Hale behind. Alone and, at least from Druuna’s perspective, unprotected.
"Son of a bitch!" Cursed the Sergeant. "If you think you're going to get away..."
"Quick! Let's follow him, we have to kill him!" Snarled Monk.
In the distance Snake was still racing away into the rock, concrete, and steel-pipe hills, screaming and snarling like a demented animal.
"AHHH! AUGHH!"
Druuna and Hale watched them disappearing into the distance, chasing down their ex-comrade. Druuna sighed.
"They're crazy. I don't understand them." She muttered. "Can't we just let him alone? Just a moment ago that man was their friend..."
Hale spat and scowled in response to Druuna's voiced mercy, even though the woman hadn’t been addressing her at all.
  "Blahh!" She scalded childishly. "Blah! I don't understand them blah..."
Like the child she somewhat still was, Hale callously imitated Druuna, deliberately trying to sound cruel.
"Why not just leave him alone, he's just a CRAZY WORM!"
"Yeah! Yeah!" Muttered Druuna.
She was trying to ignore the stubborn and foolishly ignorant girl. Not that she was making it easy for her. She really was a trying individual. To Druuna’s perspective they were in this together. She needed to get back to familiar territory and then find somewhere quiet to rest and think. She wanted to mourn Schastar. She had been forced to kill him, her own love. And then there were Captain Lewis’ revelations, she needed time to consider his secrets. And what, if anything, she could do about any of it.
With these soldiers, at least she was reasonably certain to survive at least until they reached some kind of civilisation. And this girl, she was just making everything harder. Her constant griping, her anger and grief. Blaming the soldiers. Her attitude toward Druuna.
She was only trying to help her, to help her see the situation she was in and that all she could do was to make the best of it. That they needed these men, and that no matter the cost, they needed to keep them happy and willing to protect them. She had seen herself women who had made themselves too much of a problem for soldier to deal with. Seen them cast aside, abandoned or openly shoved into the paths of attacking mutants in order to give the soldiers the chance to escape. If she wasn’t careful Hale would find herself the bait in a mutant trap. And the men would stand and watch, waiting until it was safe enough to get close and put a bullet into it. but by then Hale would be dead. Or in a world of torment. A shadow caught her eye. A darkness in the gloom.
'What's happening down there? I thought I saw something move... Maybe I'm wrong, I've felt that someone was following us all along... we're out in the open now, this is a dangerous place...' She thought.
The idea of being followed, and the realisation that she was indeed alone now that Schastar was dead struck her like a slap across the face. It was followed by a shiver of cold dread, they were out in the open, unprotected and in unfamiliar surroundings. Druuna didn’t know at all how she got where she was. The journey to Lewis. The strange twisting corridors and stairs that led her out to the sector where Hale and her father had ben living. And now, everything seemed to be changing all around them, constant shifts of their surroundings. Perhaps of reality. But there were always the mutants. And they were two young and attractive women. The perfect attraction for their prey.
A new wave of heat blew over Druuna like a summer breeze and the heat made her head fuzzy. She had to sit down. “The heat is so oppressive!” She thought. “I'm so weak and I need to sleep, to stop thinking...” She pressed her head against her arms and closed her eyes. “Where is Lewis, why can't I hear him anymore? What must I do? Come back Lewis, come back! I need your help!” She knew she had to help Captain Lewis. She had promised him she'd save the 'City' but she couldn't hear his voice in her head any longer. In fact, she hadn't heard anything from him in hours.

The Sergeant and Monk had followed Snake into the hills of rubble, collapsed buildings and twisted metal but they had lost him among a dense network of piping and rusted technology that emerged from the rocks and stone work.
“Where the Hell did he go?” Mink snarled. “Bastard! I won't rest until I've killed him!”
"He's around here, hiding in one of these holes. Well find him!" The Sergeant said patiently.
"AAAAAAAHHHAAAAAAAAHHHAAH!"
The violent and agonised scream erupted like a grenade from close by, shocking both men despite their training. The scream came from a voice they both recognised, but there was a strange gargled undertone, like two voices in one. A human voice combined with an animal grumble.
"But... that's Snake..." Gasped Monk, suddenly scared. "Or is it?"
"Heavens! That's pure terror. If we could only corner him!" Whispered the Sergeant.
They sprinted off after the scream, the Sergeant taking the lead.
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"Hurry!" Shouted the Sergeant. "This way! It came from here!"
"Sergeant, shouldn't we be more cautious? That yell had something about it... I didn't like it, it could be a trap!"
But the Sergeant had already found Snake. Or what was left of him.
"Oh God!"
"Did you find him?"
"Yes, That's him!" Muttered the Sergeant.
He was standing over a bloody and barely recognisable mess. It appeared to have been stuffed into a jagged opening of metal pipe that had seemingly grown out of a rock wall. Blood and gore lay everywhere, in and around the pipe, spattered across the dirty of the ground. Piece of sinew, anointed with torn scraps of flesh, jutted obscenely from the gory mess.
"...He was torn to pieces! I've never seen anything like it... It looks like they took every bone out of his body..."
Monk came up alongside the Sergeant and stared down at the gory pulp that until recently had been their comrade Snake.
"...What did it to him? A mutant?"
"Yes... It must have been a monster... Only a Human with a very high degree of mutation could be so savage..." The Sergeant looked around him nervously. "It must still be around here... Maybe it's observing us..."
Monk stepped back and looked around their surroundings. He found some strange slithering marks in the blood- and fluid-soaked ground at his feet, it looked like a mass of huge serpents had trailed through, leaving prints of their slithering movements behind.
"Hey, look here! What do you think of these traces?"
"Damn it, Monk, I don't know! Let's get out of here!"
Monk nodded, not willing to argue the matter. They both headed back the way they had come. The Sergeant insisted they run, even in the sticky and oppressive heat, which only seemed to be getting worse. They were both breathless and bathed in sweat, so that their clothes stuck to them, the weight of the boots and weapons clawed at them. Though, in case of a sudden ambush, which was always half expected when on patrol, both men kept their military issue big bore revolvers drawn and ready.
"Hurry, hurry!"
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The two surviving soldiers weren't surprised to find the women waiting for them when they returned. In fact, it was more of a surprise that they found their way back to where the women had been left, what with the constant, yet unexplainable, changes to the sector’s layout.
The Sergeant assumed that the super stacked older woman knew their best chance would be to stay with the two of them, armed and train men who could protect them. But the younger girl, that Monk had taken a liking to, would have wanted to run. However, he was sure the one with the tits would have convinced her otherwise. And he was right. They were both there.
Monk was nervously bringing up the rear, constantly watching over his shoulder for attackers. There was nothing to be seen but there were clear indications of mutants nearby, following them, he could hear them moving. Hopefully they would keep their distance. Of course, the scent of the women would not allow them to keep too much of a distance. Their only chance was to reach civilisation before they were ambushed. Their only advantage was that, while there were women present, the monsters would go straight for the two of them, ignoring Monk and himself. Which would give them a better chance to use their guns.
   "Sergeant, I hear something moving behind us... But I don't see anything."
"Quick," The Sergeant snapped at the women. "Let's get moving, we must leave here at once!"
"What happened?" Druuna asked. "Did... did you kill him? We didn't hear any shooting."
Hale, apparently over the humiliation and agony of her recent rape, was again boiling over with grief-fuelled rage.
"I've had enough," She snarled. "I'm tired. I don't want to walk anymore. I'm staying here, all right? You can all go straight to hell!"
This time Monk’s responding smirk contained a degree of danger. It was malicious sadism rather than lustful sadism. The big grizzled soldier stormed across the heap of rubble and grit, savagely grabbed hold of Hale by the loose collar of her dirty tunic and yanked her hard towards him. His revolver came up to her face as he shook her powerfully. Hale whimpered, sobbing and shaking. Druuna wouldn’t have been surprised if she’s seen a stream of urine trickle down her legs. The fear suddenly gripped the girl again, overriding her anger, and she buckled in Monk’s grasp. He kept a fist tight in the tunic and pulled her up hard against his muscular bulk. She must have been all too aware of the huge pressured bulge tenting out Monk's crotch a surely her mind will have been filled with sordid thoughts about what he was about to start doing to her. She must have realised how foolish she had been acting.
"Come here and listen carefully, little slut!" Snarled Monk. "Do you see this gun? I could blast your head off with just a slight pressure on the trigger, get it?"
Hale nodded fearfully. Monk, wired by the rapid transformation and then sudden loss of Snake, was obviously in two minds with Hale’s presence and attitude, half angry half turned on.
"But since I'm an incurable romantic," Monk sneered. "Can you guess what plans I have for you?"
He added a harsh laugh. The girl was as likely to get beaten to a pulp as experience another violent and protracted rape. Perhaps both at the same time. Druuna certainly wouldn’t have put it past Monk. She had met his kind before. More times than she cared to consider.
"N... No..." Stammered Hale.
She was back to the terrified child again, all her stubborn cockiness melted away at once. Replaced with quivering weak knees barely holding her up. And lots of tears and mucus. Druuna considered that, to Monk knowing his type, she probably looked sexy when she was suffering.
"...I have planned events just like the one you just experienced,"
The fresh memories of Hale’s awful rape at Monk's hands flashed through Druuna’s mind as the girl’s tears flowed still more heavily. Monk laughed and continued.
"But your services will slightly different, for a change... I'm sure you will love it..."
Licking his lips with pleasure of his own erotic power over the ripe little girl, Monk lifted the revolver and pushed the broad cold barrel into Hale's open mouth. He pushed it in deep, making her take a good three inches past her lips. He pressed down, pushing on her tongue, feeling the foresight rub against the roof of her mouth. Druuna assumed he would be imagining it as his own aching erection, forced deeper along the length of the girl’s tongue and then on down her throat.
"AGLH!... MMHHH!..."
Hale whimpered and groaned in panic, squeezing her tear flooded eyes shut against the pain of the mouthful of hard, cold cylinder of death-dealing metal.
"Are you already aroused?" Laugh Monk. "This is only the barrel of a gun!"
He pushed it further, the forced oval of her full lips meeting the cylinder, the entire barrel now filling her mouth and deep in her throat. It was too much for Druuna. Despite Hale’s naïvety and annoying petulance, she pitied the foolish and innocent young girl.
"Hey! Leave her alone, you're hurting her!"
The Sergeant didn't care in the slightest what Monk did to the girl but they were in danger here and he felt they should move on immediately. He turned to his subordinate.
"Come on, Monk, we have to get out of here!"
The Sergeant allowed Monk another couple of seconds of fun while he grabbed Druuna by the upper arm and hauled her off in his chosen direction.
Monk, cruelly grinding the frame of his revolver inside Hale’s overloaded mouth and throat, reached down with his free hand under the back flap of her tunic and fondled her soft bare bottom again, he felt between her ass cheeks until his fingers found her anus then he rammed a thick finger up into the tight, burning hot orifice.
Hale letting out a muffled yelp of pain and horror past Monk's gun barrel, tensed, stretching up onto the balls of her feet as though electrocuted.
Laughing, Monk leaned into the girl's ear as he probed her ass hole with his finger. Instead of whispering he thrust his tongue deep into her delicate little ear, probing lewdly, while his finger worked its way deeper into her bottom.
Finally, he pulled out his deeply embedded finger and then the barrel of his gun, wiping one on Hale’s tunic while he holstered the other. He pushed the weeping and near panicking girl on after the Sergeant and Druuna, rearranging the uncomfortable bulge in his trousers.
Druuna glanced back, as the girl fell in behind her, absently stroking her buttocks and wiping her wet face on the back of one hairless arm, still sniffling. Monk, grinning, his eyes only seeing the girl’s rear view, covered their tail. The snivelling girl wouldn’t look up from the ground. The woman felt sorrow and mild disgust. That poor girl appeared to make Monk excruciatingly horny, wild with sadistic lust. It was obvious that he wouldn't be able to resist her charms for very long.
They continued on through the unfamiliar landscape of decay, moving at a quick pace through the oppressive, breathtaking heat. Hale had placed herself between the Sergeant and Druuna, so Druuna was between her and Monk who took up the rear. She possibly hoped that Monk now having Druuna's tight, round denim clad ass flexing away in his face constantly, would lay some of his violent attentions on the other woman for a while.
She would assume that Druuna would be able to take it. In fact, Druuna assumed Hale’s opinion of her was that she was nothing but a whore anyway, used to using her body to get things from people with more power than her. She would be hoping that Druuna’s big tits and broad shapely ass would distract Monk, and the girl thought that perhaps Druuna, being such a whore would probably enjoy Monk's sadism anyway.
The Sergeant was trying to maintain a good pace but the heat was getting to him as much as any of the others. He was utterly lost, nothing felt familiar to him at all. He had already lost one of his men this week, besides Snake, and Jock would not be pleased. Of course, his superior would never know or be able to chew him out if he couldn’t find his way back to barracks. He only hoped that, if they did manage to get back to barracks, his new acquisitions would redeem their loses in man power.
Monk was distracting himself from the stresses of patrol, and the probability they were lost and that they were down to two, by keeping up a colourful tally of all the things he was going do to that fine young slut once the Sergeant gave him the chance. He could almost taste it, all the pleasure he could enjoy while he used and abused her tight young body to exhaustion.
He spared a glance around and frowned. He didn't recognise any of the surrounding terrain either but he trusted his Sergeant and followed along in silence, keeping up the rear and keeping one eye and both ears open for dangers. The other eye was for the slut Hale.
Saying that, his eye quite often veered over toward the lovely rear view of the older woman, who also had such a fantastic pair of tits. He had the feeling that the Sergeant had his eye on her, but he would make sure he got the chance of at least a few hours on her when they were back at base. Besides, the young slut was by far his preference anyway, young and slim and inexperienced, and oh so deliciously tight. Maybe the Sergeant would share the other one, but Hale was the girl for him and he would be concentrating all his energies on her while he could.
Druuna was getting more and more desperate. She knew time was running out and she still had to find the centre of the sector and the Tower, and if she didn't escape from this group soon, she would find herself as a slave-whore for a bunch of sadistic soldiers and she doubted she would be able to escape from there any time soon. “Damn!” She thought with rapidly increasing despair. “I've got to get out of this situation... But how? These sectors of the City have changed so dramatically, I can't recognise them! It looks like the work of a computer gone crazy... I can't believe it! However... Lewis said that ‘Delta’ was everywhere, so he could be the one responsible for all this... He spoke of the City exploding... Is that about to happen? And what about me? I should have... But how?”
Druuna felt that the heat was getting to her again, messing with her mind, making her lose her line of thought, confusing and muddling her. “Did I fall into a trap? I'm so tired!... I'll think about it tomorrow... Yes, tomorrow...”
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Something behind Druuna snatched at her attention, and it wasn't Monk. “I still feel someone is following us... Can it just be my imagination? ...I hear these muted rustlings... But I'm sure someone is there, and he's been following us for some time... It's strange, but something prevents me from talking about it...” She slowed, looking back over her shoulder, stumbling on loose stones, once stubbing her toe on a slab of concrete.
"What's the matter with you. Go on." Monk snarled.
"I'm going! I'm going!" She answered.
He quickened his pace so he could lay a harsh slap across her firm ass with the flat of his hand. Druuna realised that her steps had slowed. With the stinging pain shooting through her buttocks, eclipsing the stubbed-toe throb, she regained her previous pace turning to look where she was being led. “It's as if someone were there just for me, to protect and reassure me... Oh God! Why do I have these feelings? I must be going crazy!”

They carried on along the so-called trail, constantly watching around them for mutants and other dangers but the increasingly oppressive heat soon became too much even for the Sergeant and he came to a stop beside the remains of a derelict building, most of which having long since fallen away so that just a few half-collapsed walls and a whole lot of rubble remained.
"That's it," He decided. "We'll stop here! Just for an hour of rest."
The Sergeant slumped down with his back to a half-collapsed wall and lit up a stale cigarette, which he had been saving all day. Druuna and Hale dumped themselves down against the wall exhaustedly. Druuna pulled her legs up to her shapely chest and lowered her head. 'What wouldn't I give for just a little serum and a soft bed... and sleep... To sleep.' She thought.
Beside Druuna, but not too close. Hale rested her bare head against the rock wall at her back and closed her eyes. Druuna took a look at her. Her pale creamy skin was now a pale gold under the warm illumination of this part of the sector. Wherever they were. Her skin seemed to glow beautifully in the bright heat and contrasted completely with the harsh dirty white of her makeshift tunic. The girl had said nothing since the choked by Monk’s pistol, just drudged along lost in her own misery and fatigue.
A shadow fell across Hale's still form and both she and Druuna looked up simultaneously to see Monk standing over the girl with that dangerous and horny expression on his face again. That grin. He had finished his quick sweep of the area as ordered and had returned to their rest area full of lust and energy. Druuna assumed the Sergeant would have given him carte blanche for when he returned. Somehow, the heat didn't seem to have the same draining effect on him as it did on the rest.
Monk reached down, roughly grabbed one of Hale's slender wrists and dragged her across the ground towards him while she cried out, struggling uselessly.
The Sergeant and Druuna both sat up, watching, once with interest, the other trepidation and anxiety by proxy. Neither of them had any misconceptions about what was about to happen to Hale again. Monk growled down at the girl, still trying to pull herself to her feet as she was hauled off. He smiled maliciously, looking down at her
"Let's go!" He commanded. "I know only one way to relax, and I promised you some fun, didn't I?"
Hale's eyes were locked in terror and the immense bulge jutting at the crotch of Monk's trousers and at the horribly sadistic, lustful expression on his face. She cried and pulled at the vicelike hand that was locked around her wrist but there was no chance of her freeing herself. And no hope.
"No, I beg you! I don't want to! No! Let me go!"
Desperate, she pleaded with the soldier though she knew it was useless.
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Monk dragged the struggling, crying girl to her feet, she tried to pull away from him but he held her fast, her slender wrist nothing to the meaty bulk of his big strong grip. Sick of Hale's struggles, impatient to get the long anticipated second fuck underway, Monk whipped her arm up behind her back and shoving it upward firmly until her arm was locked fast and her shoulder no doubt searing with hot pain.
"Ouch, ouch!" She cried. "My arm..."
Monk casually interrupted her pain-induced whimpers. He laughed, cackling malevolently while he walked the girl a little way off from Druuna and the Sergeant.
"Come on, don't carry on like this. I'll hurt you some, but you'll really like it, you'll see!"
No one believed his words. The men wouldn’t care and Druuna, though sympathising, could do nothing for her. Already possessing complete control of her body through the arm lock and his sheer belligerent presence, Monk walked her away, keeping her arm twisted up her back and using it to control and lead her. She tried only once to struggle free and regretted it.
"You're breaking my arm. Ahhh! My arm!"
The Sergeant watched Monk walk Hale, his new toy, off out of sight. He wasn't worried. He knew Monk wouldn't dare move too far and he could still hear their voices clearly. He smiled a little to himself and took a long slow drag on his cigarette.

"Can't you do something about him?"

The older woman had turned to him and said something. He eyed her, not really hearing her question at first. She was really attractive with an amazing body. He couldn't ever remember seeing a young woman built quite like her. That exquisite feminine face, the huge tits, pert, meaty ass and firm, shapely legs. He might just join Monk in taking a little pleasure. He was sorely tempted. Her question finally sank in. He frowned at her pointless and misplaced concern.
"Me? Why should I? Monk is a pervert and a sadist."
He made it a comment, a simple fact, not a criticism. And that in itself disturbed Druuna.
"But, he's a good soldier, one of the best..."
That was why he liked Monk and why he tolerated, even encouraged his perversions. A good soldier should have good rewards and there being so few in their lives, he should take full advantage of every reward that he comes across. And a good Sergeant rewarded his good soldiers and worked to improve his not so good ones, where he could. So, allowing Monk free reign to express his sadistic desires as ever and whenever he could was a just reward. Besides, Monk was ever the professional, even when he had the opportunity, he always put his duty first. And if he had to kill a couple of family members to secure a piece of ass, a wife or daughter or sister, that he could enjoy during their necessary patrol breaks, then that was fine with his Sergeant. A good soldier like Monk was always worth any number of lousy civies.
"And that girl," He continued. "If she gets out of this Hell alive, what do you think she'll have to do to survive? She'll be a prostitute..."
Druuna knew his consideration of Hale’s future was accurate. She had seen it a hundred times, she’d even done it herself when necessary. And more than likely she would have to do it again soon enough, probably with these very soldiers.
"And I'm sure she'll do anything for a bit of serum! So it's just as well..."
The woman didn't answer, just a sigh of sadness and defeat, by proxy.
"Monk's probably doing her a favour, treating her roughly. She may still be quite young but the more sadistic and perverted stuff he does to her the more she'll learn what men like and the better prepared she'll be for all the other men she'll have to service. And the quicker she'll get used to it. There're men I know who are far crueller than Monk, and she'll be meeting those guys soon enough. Maybe you will too… Then that little slut might just wish she'd been able to stay with Monk."
He smiled at the thought. Most of the soldiers he knew were like Monk, or worse. He half believed Jock picked them especially. Yeah, the slut Hale would be finding a lot more painful things getting done to her than the kind of stuff Monk enjoys.
The Sergeant flicked aside his burned away cigarette and looked across at Druuna again, gazing at the glow of the illumination casting alluring highlights across her deep cleavage and the glistening of her full sensuous lips. Yeah, he wanted something himself and she would be more than acceptable. He cupped his tingling crotch and held out an arm to her.

   "Come closer, come here."
Druuna concealed her sigh and shuffled closer to the Sergeant, letting him slide his arm around her shoulders and pull her firmly against him. He licked his lips as Druuna's experienced hand obediently reached down for his bulging crotch.
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Monk stood over Hale while he un-strapped his weapon harness. He had chosen a shallow dip, in the ground, mostly smooth and flat, not too much detritus. There was even a meagre trickle of runoff water passing across its lowest point. Though it was barely fingertip deep, more rivulet than brook. He had shoved her face down onto the ground in front of him and stood over her, deliberately menacing, while he stripped off his gun belt and then shucked his trousers down to his ankles.
Hale, mouth agape in silent horror, stared back at him, terrified of what was coming yet unwilling and unable to move or escape. She felt now that any delay or interruption by her would result in his wrath. She had no choice, and would once again have to accept this vile pervert's savagery. She felt most afraid by the unknown, what he was about to do to her this time. He said her services would be slightly different this time, she didn't understand what he meant. But she knew she was about to find out.
Even so, there was that residual disbelief. A blind under the surface certainty that this time something would happen to stop it. Her papa would appear. His death an illusion. He would save her, standing at his full height on top of the rise of rubble behind the evil soldier. He would bring his rifle to bear using his best eye to aim, closing his other one. And he would cooly, heroically kill all these horrible men. Then he would smile, make it all right. She would forgive him for not saving her that last time and he would smile and weep and thank her. And then he would take her back to their home where her mother would be waiting for them, wearing her best biggest, most loving smile.
She could hear the Sergeant and the woman Druuna talking around the corner, and Hale didn't like that she was the subject of their conversation, she liked even less what they were saying about her and what they thought she would have to do to survive alone in the City.
She would never lower herself to the level of that slut Druuna by giving her body freely to cruel, evil perverts, no matter the circumstances. Her virginity may have been stolen and she was being given no choice here and now but to give herself to the violent horrific desires of this twisted bastard Monk, but all of that was against her will. She knew he could and would hurt her terribly if she fought against him or refused his attentions. But the idea of actively giving herself to him, in exchange for his protection, to do whatever he wanted, gladly, was something she could never resort to, no matter what those stupid fools were saying.
Trousers around his ankles, Monk stood over Hale, his prized giant erection jutting forth from his muscular body like a lance. He held his stained and dirty white T-shirt up so Hale had a full and unrestrained view of his size and thickness, though she had already seen and felt everything he had to offer. Then, impatient for the pleasures she would give him through his great thick erection, Monk reached down and grasped the collar of Hale's tunic, pulling her up to her knees so her face was level with his huge weapon.
He thrust it at her face, apparently expecting Hale to know what he expected of her, but she had led a sheltered and well-protected life. Their little family had enjoyed few visitors during the time they had lived there, which was all of Hale's life. She knew little of the opposite sex. Except for the scary priests, who were always hooded and cloaked, she had known no boys of her own age and few men younger than her father. Therefore, other than the occasional and humiliating glimpse of her parents engaging in the activity on their side of the bedroom, she knew very little of the ways of sexual interaction.
One time a couple of years earlier, Hale's father had taken her on a trip to a town in an adjoining sector to educate her on the true horrors of the mutant beasts, probably to terrify her into staying indoors and away from potentially infected strangers. One never knew, he constantly reminded her. The sector had contained a wide pit, ten metres deep with straight vertical walls that were smeared, on a daily basis, with grease and oil to keep them slick and unscalable. They had stood on the edge of the pit, keeping a good distance from other observers and looked down. At the bottom was a mutant, a huge specimen, it looked disgusting, vile, extremely large and powerful. No one seemed to know whether it had fallen in or had been trapped down there deliberately but, according to Hale’s father, it had been turned into some vile form of entertainment for the townsfolk and the people who lived in the surrounding areas beyond the town’s perimeter. Gangs of sadistic men often wandered around looking for candidates for the pit. Usually dissidents and troublemakers; usually female, preferably young, attractive and shapely. Just like Hale.
She had seen at the time what her father had been up to but still, it had worked on her. Sometimes, according to her papa, whole dissident families would be murdered to get hold of a wife or daughter for the pit. Then, when the time came, they would be cast, naked, into the mutant pit while crowds gathered around the rim to watch the sickening sex-and-violence show.
The mutants had little problem with sexuality, they would gladly sodomise a male victim if one was available and so sometimes whole families had been thrown in together, husbands, wives, sons and daughters and the mutant would go through the whole family systematically one after another.
Even the audience wasn't always safe. While Hale and her father had watched, a group of three armed men on the opposite side of the pit, delved into one group of observers and pulled out a father with his two children a boy under ten and a daughter barely older than Hale. They had cast the daughter into the pit and forced the father and brother to watch while the girl was raped to death and then eaten by the mutant along with the other five or six acquisitions. He had ushered her away from the pit, and they had slipped away quietly then.
She had heard later from one of Papa’s friends who would visit from time to time, that the man had welched on a debt, and that the sacrifice of the daughter had been a punishment. She had also been told that the men had kept hold of the son, and had ordered the father to send his wife to their barracks every evening unless he wanted to see his son in the pit.
She knew that her ignorance to sexual practices was about to experience a rude awakening, but until that happened, she had no idea what Monk meant when prodding his erection at Hale's face, he demanded a suck job. Of course, her confusion and hesitation angered the impatient soldier.
"Open up slut, and be damned careful of your teeth!" He grunted.
He clamped her bare head tightly in both grimy hands and thrust his pelvis aggressively into her face. Wise to the risk of hesitating further, even though she was shaking with fear and repulsion, Hale stretched her mouth wide open and pressed her tongue down flat. But even then, Monk's erect crown could only just slide in past her lip-covered teeth. She took a deep breath as the huge erection slid in deep and immediately plugged up the entrance to her throat. He had a vice tight grip of her bare head in both hands, one grasping the soft pale flesh of her skull, the other grasping underneath her stretched open lower jaw. Holding her face steady, he began to saw his hips back and forth into her mouth, pushing his erection forward and back between her full lips to the entrance of her throat.
Monk grinned. This girl might not know the first thing about suck jobs but she could naturally take it as deep as any girl he'd known. A little coaxing, a few beatings, and she should do all right.
“Okay, use your tongue.” He said. “All over my meat.”
She followed Monk’s orders. He went silent for a few seconds, gauging her tonguing movements as she did her best to obey. She was doing well enough. His balls and foreskin were both tingling with pleasure and his dick hardened further inside the heat of her small mouth.
"Good… keep it going… Now, use your lips too."
She did, sucking hard and focussing on keeping her teeth away from his hardness.
"That’s it… Suck hard when I pull back, but watch your teeth."
She did this as well and it was satisfactory, as good as she had proved to be with her tongue. Though by no means perfect, he felt quietly satisfied that with lots of practice, which was obviously a foregone conclusion, she would be as good as anyone.
Monk had Hale keep this up while he simultaneously fucked her mouth but he was soon getting more and more excited and he began thrusting forward and back harder and with more pace. It began to hurt Hale and she found it harder to keep up with his pace. She started gasping for breath and whimpering in both pain and protest, as her stretched jaw was pushed further and began to ache. Tears trickled down her cheeks and her whimpered protests became audible, however it only added to Monk's pleasure and he started to thrust faster and faster into her mouth, dragging her head onto his dick at the same time, to drive himself deeper towards her throat. He started to grunt in time to his oral fucking.
"Keep sucking you slut! Ahhh, that's great yeah, suck it! Suck it! Suck it! Suck harder… Yeah!!"
Less than a minute later Monk grabbed Hale's head in a climatic vice-grip and thrust all the way into her throat. The sudden gullet stretching blockage caused an automatic swallowing reaction in Hale. And the intense caress of her constricting throat muscles, squeezing his pulsing crown, brought out a sudden growl and an abrupt heavy climax overcame Monk. Letting out a long wheezing groan, he shot and shot, thick streams of hot, viscous seed bursting down her tight, convulsing throat.
Hale, whimpering quietly, continued to suck and wriggle her tongue against the crushing underside of the throat-hammered shaft as she swallowed again and again, the masses of his hot and thick orgasmic liquid. She could feel it hot against her oesophagus her as it pumped into her sliding thickly downward, like hot raw egg, down into the pit of her churning stomach.
Monk held the girl there, struggling and gasping, refusing to allow her to breathe until all of his viscous pumping seed had been sucked out of his balls and swallowed down.
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The Sergeant had Druuna tight against him. His erection was rock hard and throbbing pleasurably. He had ordered her to pull her top down from her shoulders and show off her great weighty breasts. While she cupped both full orbs, lifting them to his mouth, he tugged at her loosened jeans until they were half way down her thighs. At the same time, he pressed her hands down onto his crotch getting her to rub and squeeze his hardness.
As the Sergeant's hand slid between Druuna's bared buttocks, her fingers were pulling at his belt and trouser zip, she freed his erection, wrapping her slender hand around its thickness. The Sergeant grunted as he pinched and sucked on Druuna's proud nipples. He revelled for a few seconds in the taste of her teats and her slow jerking of his cock, but then he was pushing her back. He held her eyes as he grabbed the back of her head in one hand, and then pushed her face first into his exposed crotch.
"Do this for me. And be a good girl, no funny business."
Her lips and tongue already in contact with his warm, sweaty shaft, Druuna manoeuvred her body around until she was kneeling between his spread legs and then lowered her mouth over his bloated purple crown. She licked the little eye hole, probing its tip, anointing it with her saliva and then stretched her lips wide and slid her face deep into his lap. Sucking and licking the Sergeant's shaft, just as all her prior experiences had taught her, the way she knew men liked it done best. Of course, this man turned out to be no exception.
"OHH! Yeah, you know how to do it!" He grunted. "Like that, yes. Take more, go deeper!"
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Monk had roughly pushed Hale down onto the ground again. Face down and flat on her stomach. The sadistic soldier's mammoth shaft was already fully erect again making Hale, staring up at him from over her shoulder think of a huge, thick steel bar. He knelt down and put his hands on her. Hale reacted automatically, trying to free herself, unable to contemplate more of this monster’s attention. Like an eel, she writhed wriggled under Monk's strong grip; very scared of the position he had forced her into, the utter powerlessness of being face down and underneath him, and what it might mean. Terrified of what he was going to do to her.
He enjoyed her writhing for a while, enjoying the sight of her fear manifesting itself in erratic flesh-quivering despair. Feeling playful, he idly slapped at her, anywhere there was bare flesh, the backs of her upper thighs, her upper arms, the back of her bare scalp, her cheeks, across her full lipped mouth. He even hooked a hand around her throat and pulled, arching her upwards so he could apply stinging swats to her outside curve of one of her succulent tits.
Finally, Monk flattened himself onto the freaked, sobbing teenager, pressing her into the dusty concrete with his weight and pinning her in place, his huge hard cock pressed forcefully into her temporarily tunic covered ass. He revelled in her whimpering, bucking body writhing against his for a time before he decided he was ready to get into her.
Reaching up, he planted on open palm firmly against the side of her smooth head pressing her down hard into the ground, pinning her with his prodigious strength. Hale face mashed against the dust and git covering the uneven concrete slabs of the ground, began to cry and wail even more but her struggles and writhing soon halted. Monk held her still for another few seconds, enjoying the heat of her tight young figure beneath him, before freeing her.
He knelt up long enough to flip up the rear flap of her loose-fitting tunic. The whole thing was only held on by a string that circled her slim waist and whipping the rear of the tunic above that string bared from the waist down, showing off her bare creamy ass. Hale tried to lift her torso up from the rough ground and look back over her shoulder but Monk at the time kneeling over her, slapped her across the back of the head and then put his knee into the middle of her back, pinning her to the ground. He reached down and clamped both hands, painfully tight, into the soft yet firm flesh of her tight, young buttocks. He was all over her perky cheeks, squeezing and mauled her tight little ass cruelly, rubbing and pinching her soft cool skin before he started to slap with open palms, and then the leather end of his unbuckled trouser belt, across her buttocks. She lay there taking it, reacting with bawling, loud yelps and squeals of pain and desperate pleading. Monk responded to with little more than sadistic laughter.
He gave up on the spanking after a minute or two, rearranged himself so he was kneeling astride that upthrust, tight bubble butt, and pressed his erection firmly into the cleavage between the her now rosily flushed buttocks. He used both hands to crush his dick in tight ass flesh and then started to rub his shaft up and down, fucking her ass cleavage.
After a minute of dry humping Hale's buttocks, Monk decided he could wait no longer. He lifted his weight and used one hand to spread her buttocks apart. Other than his own sweat and what saliva might remain on his shaft, he didn't want any kind of lubrication; the pain of entry was as much a part of the pleasure as the sodomy itself. Grabbing the steel hardness of his cock, Monk pressed the heavy, swollen head to the tiny puckered mouth of her sphincter and began to push forward, slowly and insistently. He would use brute force to make his way into her rectum and nothing more and she would scream and fight the invasion. And she would lose. And he would love every second of it.
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Druuna obediently swallowed the crown of the Sergeant's erection into her throat, maintaining her fast aggressive tonguing attack throughout, thoroughly teasing and caressing the underside of his thick shaft. She fondled his engorged scrotum with one hand. While the other felt its way between his buttocks to pierce his anus with a finger. She pushed deep into his rectum, while simultaneously, using all the skills and muscles of her mouth and throat across the real estate of his throated erection.
The Sergeant groaned, pressing his hand on the back of Druuna's head to ensure she maintained that deep throat delight. He could feel the muscles of her oesophagus constricting and squeezing rhythmically around his crown, while her tongue played exquisitely on the veins and bulges along the underside of his engorged shaft. He reached around with his free hand for Druuna's frankly perfect breasts. He cupped one large weighty globe in his palm, hefting and squeezing it, enjoying the smooth softness of the flesh, before he focussed on the spongy heat of the stiff nipple, he caressed it making full use of the rough, callused skin of his palm. Shifting his grip to the pendulous breast's sister he again attacked the engorged nipple, twisting and pulling at the taut bud between finger and thumb.
The Sergeant felt her head pushing against his other hand, wanting to come up for air, but he pushed back, holding her down for a further ten-count, before releasing her. Hand freed, he reached out and grasped both her bare breasts, fondling them fervently, while Druuna sucked in a quick lung full of air and then went back down on him. Her hot breath bathing his hardness for a moment before delicious warm saliva followed suit. She plunged down onto his shaft again, swallowing him urgently back into her tight clenching gullet. She didn’t gag, not once.
He looked down between his spread legs to see the trials of her saliva that had dribbled from her full stretched lips to stain his trousers. Trickles of drool played down the side of her mouth down her jaw. Her saliva glistened, like snail trails trickled across her lower jaw, around her full lips and down her slender throat. This woman was one hell of an excellent, and deliciously messy, cock sucker.
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Monk put all of his weight behind his steel hard phallus and pushed its gleaming crown against the foolishly tensed mouth of Hale's tiny anus. The restrictive muscles of her sphincter were starting to give way to the hard insistent pressure of Monk's hard swollen cock. He could feel the muscles and tendons in her inner thighs quivering under the pressure of her tense struggling defiance. The muscles of her buttocks were like water smoothed rock as she determinedly, delightfully, squeezed her ass hole desperate to keep him out at all costs. It was delicious. And she was playing right into his hand. Sobbing and pleading and groaning in pain and despair. He couldn’t have picked a better first timer. If this went on much longer, he was going to spew his ball juice all over the outside of her ass. However, nothing, not even that, would stop him bottoming out in this hot girl’s gorgeous little ass.
Grinning he reached down and stuffed a thumb into her ass, trying to put her off her stride, twisting the digit as it gained entry. His thumbnail was chewed and jagged and scratched at her hot and no doubt extremely sensitive flesh. Hale writhed and gave a little shriek, that excruciating minor torture sending lightning bolts of pain through her body.
Laughing, enjoying himself far too much, Monk pushed upward with his invading thumb, levering the tight mouth of the girl's ass hole, overworking the hard grafting elasticity, loosening her up just a little.
He couldn’t get enough of this battle, she wriggled delightfully under him rubbing her exquisite soft smooth flesh against him, as well as giving him a challenge. He almost didn’t want to win. Almost. Too many of these sector whores just lay there sobbing or dormant like corpses once he had overpowered them. But to find this little spitfire, she was rapidly making today the best day ever. She had proved to be such a great fuck and right now she was essentially promising him that sodomising her was going to be the best fuck of all.
All he needed was the smallest of opportunities to insinuate his dick into her ass. Just the tip, just enough to loosen that demonically tight sphincter muscle a tiny bit and he would have her. Once the head was securely inside, he could hammer the rest of the way in through brute strength and violent aggression. Which he was really looking forward too. She was making plenty of noise already, once he was inside, she would bring the fucking roof down. His thick thumb gave him that precise chance.
He worked his thumb back and forth while his other hand kept his cock head asserting it own pressure. He couldn’t help but grin at the feel of his thumb rubbing at the hot oily flesh of the inside of her anal sheath.
Once his thumb was curled inwards as far as it could go and stretching the inside of the girl's ass hole, Monk began to pull backwards, he slowly withdrew his thumb until only the thickest part was encircled by her sphincter ring, stretching her as far as his thumb would allow. Next, he increased the pressure behind the crown of his cock, pressing crown against the back of his thumb. Finally, he yanked his thumb out of her and slammed forward with his erection at the same time, punching his cock head against her tightly closing sphincter.
His timing was sheer perfection and he managed to lodge the tip of his crown into the stretched sphincter just as it closed up. The tight clenching ring of muscle would have popped shut and forced him back out, if he hadn't maintained all of his body weight behind the giant rock-like stiffness of his erect meat.
He had her. And by the way she was thrashing and bawling under him, the little slut was fully aware of her defeat. All he had to do know was thump the rest of his length home and he'd have her split open and impaled in the best possible way.
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The Sergeant had reluctantly released Druuna's fantastic breasts and was now kneeling up so he could fondle her bare buttocks, reaching right over her shapely back. He had one round firm ass cheek gripped tight in one hand, the fingers digging in hard, forming red welts on her hot flesh. His other hand was stroking and rubbing the tender, sweat damp flesh between her buttocks. Sometimes concentrating on her puckered, waiting ass hole and sometimes slipping further down to tease and pinch the succulent puffy lips of her cunt.
He pressed fingers between the outer lips, spreading them and feeing his way to the delectable heat source. Stretching downwards, he stroked the engorged nub of her hot little clit, enjoying the reaction that manifested; of Druuna’s sudden bodily twitches and humming moans which gloriously intensified the sucking and tongue caresses his achingly hard shaft received. Then his fingers found her tunnel entrance and three forced their way deep inside to enjoy the damp warmth and tightness of the interior folds.
Twisting his hand around allowed him to add a fourth finger into Druuna's accepting tightness. And again, she increased the force and pressure of her deep throating. His thumb remained outside, lodged vertically upwards between her buttocks and in a perfect position, just covering her ass hole, which he felt was perfectly prone to have something hard pushed into it. Not hesitating, he pushed his thick thumb into her ass, right up to the knuckle. Again, Druuna's clamping and noisy oral reaction to the harsh and sudden penetration, was enough to bring him to a very abrupt and very powerful orgasm.
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Monk pushed downward again and grinned as he felt Hale's sphincter ring forced to stretch wider around his insinuating cock head. His shaft stabbed another inch into her though the insertion was far from easy and the ring of the entrance gripped him painfully tight. Hale gave a loud, pained bark, her body writhing under him. She bit down on her bottom lip as he asserted pressure again, and released another pain-filled wail. She was wriggling like an electrocuted fish and practically screaming at the top of her lungs, that was too much even for Monk and he had to slap her across the back of her bare head before she fell silent.
He grabbed her in one hand by the scruff of her neck, pinching the creamy flesh and digging his fingers into the bunched muscles beneath her pale skin. He was kneeling astride her forcedly spread legs, knees outside of hers, feet on the inside. His other hand came down hard with an open palmed slap on her burning raw buttocks. And he laughed as Hale, this time attempted to bite back her grunt of humiliated pain. And failed.
His expression set into a silent snarl; Monk forced another inch into Hale’s ass until the fat crown had fully disappeared beyond her sphincter. The ring of muscle snapped back tight around his cock, with almost audible suddenness. The sensation of burning tightness and the warm oily embrace of her anal sheathe squeezing in on his embedded helmet was worth all the discomfort and effort. Again, he bore down, putting his weight behind his stone hardness, it would be easier now that his helmet was fully embedded inside the sweet heaven of her anus.
Hale whimpered, weeping noisily. She actually, mindlessly, slid her thumb in her mouth and started sucking like a little girl. And then, as Monk humped against her firm, tender buttocks, driving another inch into her ass, she screamed into her hand and bit down on her thumb, drawing a bead of blood.
He was now halfway in and he suddenly decided to give her the rest in a single brutalising thrust. He took a breath, holding it behind gritted teeth. And then, with an aggressive snarl, Monk pounded his cock forward into Hale's super tight little ass. And it felt just like hammering a six inch peg into a two inch hole.
Hale's scream of pure nerve-shattering agony shook her entire body and reverberated off the metal piping and jagged shreds of wall and rubble that surrounded them in their little makeshift love nest. Almost instantly she found the wherewithal to clamp a hand over her gaping mouth, to stifle the scream. Monk laughed in lusty, sadistic amusement.
He was now fully embedded in the depths Hale's amazing ass. The burning sensation in his own dick was fading already, replaced with the warm, oily caress of her tight gripping sheathe of her anus. He didn't care, he wanted her to suffer and cry, it made the experience all the more pleasurable for him. As long as she wasn’t too loud, of course.
He started on her with tiny yet harsh little pelvic jabs, using only a few centimetres of his massive erection in and out of the very depths of her tiny, stretched rectum.
Hale was whining and crying noisily, biting at the knuckles at the back of one hand. Still half heartedly try to keep her noise to a minimum. Monk was prepared to give her a few seconds for her agony to dull a little before he brought it all back for her again, when he would start to sodomise her properly.
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As he'd ejaculated, the Sergeant had leaned over Druuna's back, incidentally shoving the remaining length past her lips and locking her face into his crotch. Leaning over her back had given him more room and better manoeuvrability and he had levered the hand in her cunt deeper until his knuckles and half of his palm was embedded with in her tightly stretched cunt. He worked his thumb deeper still into her anus and then he pushed and twisted and flexed his fingers and thumb inside her two orifices. While his free hand began to paint ruddy prints on her naked buttocks with a rapid series of open palmed spanks.
Druuna, drawing on her experience, ignored what the soldier was doing to her ass and her pussy, instead she concentrated on milking the contents of this Sergeant's scrotum, forcing her head back and forth against his toned abdominals, popping his crown in out of her throat, as he pumped his fill of thick warm seed across her tongue and into the depths of her mouth. The woman kept her full lips suctioned tight around his shaft. She'd managed to twist her head to the side so the shaft was only halfway in, though the thick distended crown was shoved hard in the flesh of her cheek, bulging out against the side of her mouth and squirting his cum against the warm flesh there. The Sergeant had quite a package in his balls and she found she had to gulp down three times before she had him drained. Finally pulled himself out of her. And revealed that he still wasn’t done. Clamping a fist around the stem of his slippery, still twitching shaft, he grunted at Druuna, shoving on her shoulder with his free hand to get her to kneel up for him.
"Tits!"
He grunted the instruction, but she knew what he was demanding so she quickly cupped her prize full breasts in both hands and held them up for the Sergeant. Forming a delectable shelf. He shoved his shaft between them, Druuna locked her breasts tight around his cock and then he released the clamped hand on the stem of his cock. And started thrusting, his hands digging into her slender shoulders. Almost a second went by before, with a breathless snarl, his cock forcefully exploded its last thick gouts of salty cum all over the immensity of her beautiful breasts.
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Monk was letting out deep guttural erotic grunts as he increased the brutalising rhythm of his aggressive sodomy of young Hale. She was struggling and writhing even more as the monster got into his stride and his huge shaft began ripping in and out of her cinched anus with rapid and deeply punishing thrusts and with a whole new level of sadistic violent aggression. The girl squealed, eyes screwed up, drool bursting from her wide-open mouth, while she beat her small fists onto the gravel tainted concrete slope beneath her, and shaking her head in disbelief that such torture could even be real.
"Calm down!" Snapped Monk.
He gave her a vicious slap across her creamy yet already bruised buttocks.
  "…Or I'll break every bone in your body!"
The slap did no good so Monk snatched up one of her arms and bent it up behind her back again, pushing her wrist up towards her shoulder blade until her moaning peaked into a high desperate wail. He eventually released her arm in order to reasserted his buggering pace. And she remained still, taking it, having given up her struggles and much of her dreadful cacophony.
"That's better." Monk groaned.
He was really starting enjoy himself, she was so tight and warm, gripping his dick so hard in that hot, silky sleeve of her teenage rectum. It was sheer heaven between her tight little cheeks.
Hale had carefully stretched her legs out underneath Monk. Spreading her thighs slightly and shifted her legs. Monk accommodated her automatically. He shifted his body, another source of additional discomfort for the girl, until the rapist was straddled right over the back of one of her bare thighs and rubbing his hugely bloated balls against her soft toned flesh. He seemed to like that extra bit of contact as he rammed into her rectum again and again. It was an odd angle for Hale at it stretched her sphincter out painfully, a hot burn pulsing that brought additional tears to her bloodshot eyes, as he buried his cock all the way into her tight little ass again and again.
But, at the same time, there was something about that pulsing burn, something distracting, something unfathomable.
"Can you feel this?" He snarled into her ear, pressing down on her.
He drew all the way back with his hips, and then slammed down hard drilling his shaft into her guts, again, punctuating his words. Hale's back arched up and she let out a whimpering shriek, fresh tears streaming down her smooth, flushed cheeks. She chewed on the inside of her cheek. Searching for a small pain to counter the overwhelming burn that was still expanding down below.
Monk grabbed her narrow hips and pushed them together, forcing the cheeks of her ass tight around his embedded cock, as if he were fucking her tits.
"I'm hurting you," He said.
It shocked her to hear him acknowledge her torture, that her cries and sobbing were increasing with the force and friction of his reaming of her poor ass.
"But you like it, you slut!"
Hale couldn’t bear to acknowledge the juices seeping liberally from her ignored pussy, couldn’t accept the hated truth that, beneath all that pain and humiliation, she felt something of the pleasures her own fingers would build up within her, when she would touch herself in the early hour before dawn, or sometimes when she heard the noises her parent’s used to make. She refused to accept that her body might in some sick way enjoying this pain. And she abjectly refuted that she herself might be taking some kind of degrading pleasure from her own pain and suffering. She simply wailed and bawled, reacting to his hard and deep, abusive and forced sodomy.
"Ahhh... AHHHGH... GH..."
The girl’s sweet agonised moans and wet gagging sounds only encouraged Monk's lust further, and with a fresh malevolent glee, he started to put his whole weight and physicality behind his delicious sodomising.
In response Hale realised after a few seconds of the renewed torture, she found that she was subconsciously lifting her battered hips to meet and intercept Monk’s ripping anal thrusts, forcing him deeper, driving him harder into her than ever. And in her loins that startling burn was still increasing, somehow, in a way she couldn’t understand, driving her on to stretch for more and more of her own suffering treatment. If was as if she couldn't control her own body. It was reacting, she saw now, somehow pleasurably, to the intense pain that rocked through her and made her cramp and quiver and cry, suffer so harshly. An all-new feeling of self-loathing was born abruptly in that instant of recognition. A cold hatred for herself, for the pleasure rushing through her loins built adding itself to the suffering, adding itself to that overpowering orb of heat that continued to build inside her.
"That's it... !!" Monk groaned.
He was thoroughly enjoying the counterpoint her body was taking on, bucking her sweet young ass back onto his pummelling hips. He'd casually suspected the first time he'd raped her that this little minx might be a closet masochist, the amount of cum juices, the way she writhed and shook under him, the flush to her cheeks and throat, the hardness her nipples took on. She probably didn't even realise it. Yet, despite her ignorance, this exquisite anal fuck had her body reacting absolutely in an positive way to the undoubtedly painful stimulus that was engulfing it.
"This is great..." He sang, driving into her harder than ever. "I love to see you suffer... I..."
He lost his train of thought, sexual glee getting the better of him. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on forcing the raging orgasm back down… Not yet, balls... It’s too soon! This was going to be a great one, huge and explosive, when he let his cum spurt forth. But it was way too soon to end it all now. He wanted to draw out his pleasure, and even more, he wanted the little slut to suffer a whole lot more than this, before he let it end.
"I have plans for you... Yes... I want you to suffer a lot..."
He growled the assertion, unable to hold back giving the game away, unable to control the demands of his own mind. Grunting with a new level of violence through gritted teeth, so hard that his jaw ached and his facial muscles bulged, Monk held her lovely young ass cheeks together as hard as he could and rammed himself home again and again and again.
Hale's response was twofold. She screamed out loudly, her back arching up of the concrete slope, while the fingers of one hand clawed into one of the patches of gravel piled over much of it, scratching at the hard, filth strewn ground while she chewed on the knuckles of her other hand, tears and spittle splashing her pain creased face, splatter the ground before her. At the same time her body bucked beneath him, into him. Her cramping sphincter and raw anal muscles crunching tighter than ever around the invading pole, increasing the friction and tight heat of his dick and of course, the intensity of the torturous pain for her. Her ass squirmed under his clamped down hands and the juices flowed out of her pussy staining the ground beneath her and the crushed front flap of her filthy tunic.
"I... HATE you..." She spat with high pitched, almost manic desperation.
"But it's what you want... Am I right BITCH?"
He counter came back with equal venom. While he rammed into her gripping ass as brutally as he possibly could to punctuate his words.
"ANSWER ME!"
He grabbed the back of her smooth skull and shoved her face down into the dirt, holding her there and leaning over her, changing the direction of his thrusts into her ass, so that his thrusts, once again hip deep, without the crushed-together seal of her buttocks restricting his thrusting depth. So that his anal assault hurt her more than ever.
"No, NO!!" She screamed, her voice hoarse and cracking.
Monk reamed her harder still. Finding hidden strengths for his delightful sadism. Hale broke, finally unable to ignore the reality of that expanding orb of fire in her loins, she could no longer deny the sheer height of pure pleasure that her pain and suffering gave her.
"Oh... YES!" The girl wailed, sobbing.
Immediately, she tried to justify her own self-betrayal. Telling herself that she'd said it to get him to let up on the savagery of the horrific act that was surely rending her insides to nothing.
Monk knew better. He laughed. And then he was struck by a moment of pure inspiration.
He grinned.
Still ramming downward into her torrid rectum at an obscene angle, he reached a hand around her slender young throat, pressing his thumb and fingers tightly against her oesophagus, slowly starting to asphyxiate her. He would bring her to the point of unconsciousness and then let fly with his cock and absolutely explode into her. He had no doubt that it would be such a huge climax for both of them, that she'd become completely engulfed herself. And then she wouldn't be able to deny his mastery over her. His control over her. And how much she loved it all, the little whore.
"Can you feel this!"
He growled at her, bashing his hips against her bruised ass as hard as he could. The loud slapping was reverberating around them, of the ruined half collapsed walls, the metal piping, announcing their mutual passion to all, along with her choked screams and childlike whimpering.
"Do you like this...?"
Hale’s body responded on her behalf, her sphincter involuntarily gripping his shaft like a vice on the out-stroke, pulling at him as he ripped into her. It was delicious.
"HHH..." He grunted and then slammed back into her harder than ever before.
Something touched Monk's boot abruptly, snatching his attention as it gently moved against his ankle.
"What?"
It annoyingly shifted the focus of his attention away from the young slut, but there was plenty of steel wire and loose cable around them so that he didn't bother after that initial moment. He didn't even check back over his shoulder.
So, when its grip encircling his right boot suddenly tightened to near bone-shattering intensity, Monk realised his mistake.
"Hey! What... What the Hell..."
He had stupidly forgotten the dangers of this sector. Even with the increased grip, his first thought was that the Sergeant had grown bored of waiting for him and was trying to drag him off the girl. Though he knew even the Sergeant knew better than to try that. Then Monk found himself dragged bodily off his slut girl, his cock still fully erect and swollen to an angry shade of crimson, it was raked agonisingly across the hard stone and metal rubble of the ground, right across their little secluded love-nest.
The hard ground tore into his flesh but he was ten feet away from Hale before he even realised that he had been dragged off of her.
"Dirty Bastard!!" He snarled.
He was inexplicably still assuming that it was his Sergeant, playing some kind of infuriating prank. But that was before he looked back over his shoulder, saw the putrid fleshy orange tentacle of a mutant and he screamed.
"No! Nooo... AHHHH!!"
As he was dragged helplessly backward into the shadows, scrabbling and tearing at the ground beneath him. He caught a last glimpse of Hale's pretty, tear sodden face. She was lying there face down, her juicy little ass bared to the world. And she was looking back over her shoulder in Monk's direction and the expression on her still lovely face was enough for Monk to start panicking, piss jetted from his still hard yet heavily bleeding cock and he felt his own sphincter muscles contracting abruptly. Tears of panic and terror-induced grief filled his bulging eyes.
And then he saw what it was the tentacle was attached to and he screamed his lungs raw, a high-pitched roar, in-earnest terror, like the shriek of a tiny little boy.
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The Sergeant relaxed back against a half-demolished wall of dulled steel and broken, chipped brick. He was felt satisfied by Druuna's exquisitely skilled mouth. He hadn't had such an enjoyable and frankly voracious suck job for, well… for as long as he could remember. Perhaps it was the best he had ever experienced.
Druuna had used her top to wipe down her cum-slick breasts and was now tugging it back on and loosely lacing up the front.
The Sergeant had just finished zipping and buckling his own trousers when a vile, agonised scream split his satiated mood asunder. His heart leaped. So did the shapely brunette. It could only have come from Monk and the little petulant slut's direction. It was wild and high pitched and sounded like whoever it was, was in absolute and unbridled agony.
Both the Sergeant and Druuna had whipped around in the direction of the scream with a mix of shock and vague fear, though Druuna's fear wasn't based on the same supposition as the Sergeant's.
"Don't you think he's going a bit too far?" Druuna muttered.
Her sympathy for the girl evident in her voice. The sergeant stood up, frowning. He pulled the powerful revolver from its flap holster. Then grabbed Druuna by the collar and pulled her to her feet. He marched away in the direction Monk had force walked the young slut. The sexy brunette followed obediently so he switched his whole attention to tracking where Monk had dragged Hale off to. He knew it wouldn't be far away.
It took another few seconds the Sergeant to pick up what Druuna had meant. She had thought it had been that young slut screaming.
"That's Monk's voice!" He said with a snarl. "I've never heard him yell like that."
They caught the trail easily. But really it was the loud, hysterical laughter that was obviously Hale. That gave them the direction and distance.
"And she's laughing her head off." The Sergeant spat.
He was obviously assuming the girl had done something to him. Druuna couldn’t believe he’d think something like that, she was just a kid, slight and small and innocent. And Monk was a beast. There was always the chance of him underestimating her, she supposed. Well, if she had, she would pay for it. The Sergeant would see to that. He’d have her staked out for the mutants to play with another young woman wasted. Raped eaten while still alive. Many were the nights that Druuna’s nightmares had been haunted by the screams of women sacrificed to those creatures, often for the entertainment of others, soldiers and criminals or the priesthood, as much as punishment. Well, if Hale had done something bad to Monk, no matter how justified, she would absolutely regret her decision.
They stepped into a little clearing, with its surrounding walls of metal and concrete and wire. Hale was sat on one of the slopes, her knees pulled up to her chin, arms wrapped around them. She was staring into a patch of shadows on the opposite side of the clearing. She appeared somewhere between euphoric and manic.
Druuna could see the small trickle of blood from between Hale's obviously assaulted buttocks, a thin trickle snailing a path down the shallow slope and into the puddled stream at the bottom.
"What's going on here?" Demanded the Sergeant. "Where's Monk? I'm talking to you girl."
Hale was still laughing, maniacally, uncontrollably.
"Ha, ha, ha! He was so funny!" She giggled. "Naked as a Worm! Ha ha ha!"
She was still staring, with those wild bloodshot eyes, into the same patch of shadow. The Sergeant stormed across the clearing and roughly grabbed Hale by the collar of her dirty tunic.
"What are you saying? Who was funny? Answer me!"
He lifted her quickly to her feet, pulling her face close to his, threatening.
"Ha ha! What an idiot! Ha Ha! Naked as a worm! Ha ha ha!"
"Why are you laughing? Where is Monk? Answer me!"
"...It's ... Him... Ha ha... He took him away... How ridiculous... Ha ha ha." Hale said.
Druuna felt as though she was trying to describe what her apparently broken mind had witnessed, but the Sergeant wasn’t hearing her, he just heard madness and hysterics. The hysterics didn't help much but Druuna felt like they were beginning to fade, little by her little, like her laughter. It was a good job, she thought, the Sergeant wasn't far from putting a bullet through her skull.
"Who was it?!" He demanded again.
He was hoping they'd make some progress now the girl was calming down. Somehow the question, or how it was put, snapped Hale out of her hysterics. She suddenly whirled on the Sergeant, snarling and trying to pull away from his tight grasp, the anger and petulance back with a vengeance.
"How do I know Stupid!" She spat. "It was him, the monster, that thing!"
Druuna had seen the tracks and hesitantly, had followed them toward that patch of shadows across the clearing. However, she made sure not to get too close.
"Yes... Yes... He dragged him..." She reported to the Sergeant. "There's blood here, He must have tried to resist... The traces are very clear."
The Sergeant released Hale, who angrily did her best to straighten her twisted and rucked up tunic. He stormed over to where Druuna stood and followed her pointing finger.
"Look, they head up over there." She added.
Beyond the shadows at the top of the far side slope were obvious and blood smeared tracks, as if something had been dragging something else along the ground, something wounded. There were finger marks and the scrape boot-heels, where Monk must have struggled, fighting to stop himself being dragged away.
"Monk! Can you hear me? Where are you?" The Sergeant shouted.
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The shouting was in vain. There was nothing but silence in reply. The Sergeant headed up the far slope after the tracks, revolver in hand. Druuna stood there, aghast at his foolishness.
"Hey, are you crazy?" She shouted to him. "What do you think you're doing? Let's leave this place, it's all over for him!"
The Sergeant just ignored her.
"Damned monster! I'm going to fix him up for good!"
His reply was belated and echoing. To Druuna it felt more like a vow to himself than a reply. Then he raised his voice and shouted on ahead of him.
  "Monk! Hang on! I'm coming!"

The Sergeant followed the tracks up the slope which steepened and grew more slippery the higher he ascended. Soon he was well out of sight of the two captive women and had forgotten all about them. Even if he hadn't, they were no longer any concern of his. They were only picked up as entertainment anyway. This was important. He'd lost too many of his people to these damned monsters. In fact, he realised, he'd now lost all of his people to these damned monsters.
A sizeable rock tumbled down to his feet from behind the corner of a building. On closer look it was nothing more than two meeting walls that formed one corner to a onetime structure that might an eon ago been a building.
Cocking the hammer of his revolver, the Sergeant made his way quietly toward the corner where the tumbled rock had fallen. After all, something must have unseated it. And then darted around the side of the wall, levelling his sidearm. But there was nothing but shadows and long discarded cabling that was coiled and looped randomly around metal and pipes, like some cyber-gothic spider web. It was a narrow channel between the skeletal remains of two buildings, an alleyway. The leftovers like headstones, indicating where fully fledged buildings had once stood, occupied, busy with people. With life.
"You Hellish creature!" He snarled. "Come out in the open! Where are you hiding?"
He knew it was his fear talking, there was nothing he could do about it. He had to clutch the carved pistol grips tight to keep his hands from shaking, and the revolver looked so small in his grasp. Little more than a toy. Something apt that he'd once heard popped into his mind: “It's bows and arrows against the lightning..." He didn't know what it meant or where it came from.
He felt rather than heard the sound of liquid dripping onto his peaked cap. Tipping his head back he looked up,. For a moment he was unconcerned about the liquid running down his temples and collecting on the tip of his nose. However, then he saw that it was red, blood red.
And then he saw Monk.
"Monk?"
His voice barely made a whisper of sound. Monk was suspended out of a hole in the wall as much as a metre above the peak of his cap. Only his upper torso and head were visible. Blood was running down his neck and thickly muscled chest. It was also drooling continually from his slack, drawn lips. His chin and throat were almost completely covered with his own blood. His right arm was missing all the way above the bicep. It looked like it had been literally chewed off up to the meat of the shoulder. The remaining flesh there was hanging in pale blood-stained strips, shreds dangling loosely, fluttering in the tiny breezes that traversed the little alleyway. A long, sucked clean humorous bone stuck out from the ragged stump at the shoulder. It also poured blood down to the ground from the remains of his muscle. With the continual light trickle to the uneven ground, it reminded the Sergeant of a gutter overflow.
Monk's lower torso, right where it disappeared through the hole in the brick wall was bound with cables. For some reason one was been fastened high around his throat and tightened like a noose blood oozed thickly over it pouring down his collar bones.
"Help... He's here... Behind me... He's entering me... I... Feel him... In my gut..."
Monk's voice was as much a strained whisper as the Sergeant's, though his was hoarse and pain racked.
"He's eating me... Alive..."
He appeared to be crying with the pain. And under an intent stare, the Sergeant could detect signs of slender, serpentine tentacles shifting around among the musculature, beneath Monk’s skin.
"I beg you... The pain... Terrible... Kill me... Hurry... Hurry..."
He coughed and a quart of thick viscous blood burst from his lips and splashed down onto the Sergeant. At the same second a mass of writhing tentacles burst from the black holes within the wall and reached for him. The Sergeant set his pistol firing, quick and precise. The first two shots took Monk out of his misery, disintegrating his face and depositing his brain matter over the partial wall behind him.
It was also his mistake. As he fired his first two shots, the tentacles lashed out towards him and snatched hold of his arms and throat.
"Oh, God! NO... Noooo!"
He cried in sudden panic as he was ensnared. He managed to twist his pistol towards the mass of reaching tentacles and emptied the cylinder. It did no good. His last thought was that he should have turned the gun on himself when he'd had the chance. Now it was too late.
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"Nooo! Nooo! AHHHOUHHH!"
Druuna and Hale, the girl finally in full control of her wits again, were still standing in the concrete dip of Monk and Hale's 'love nest'. They both gasped in horror at the pain and intensity in the Sergeant's final echoing scream. Hale wasted no time at all.
"Let's get out of here, quick!" She cried.
A minor rock slide tumbled down to their feet from the slope where the Sergeant had pursued the trail. What followed the rock slide was the torn free head of the murdered Sergeant. It bounced, with a wet splat, then tumbled down the slope and Druuna had to dart back out of its bounding, spinning path.
"Oh God!"
Druuna gasped in horror as the decapitated head bounced past her and splashed down into the shallow brook.
"What are you waiting for? Leave!" Snapped Hale in desperation and impatience.
They started to run, Hale in the lead.
"AARRRGHHH!"
The scream was only partly inhuman, there remained something definitely Human about it, more Human than animal.
"Oh no!" Druuna gasped.
She saw it erupting out of the building wreckage halfway up the slope only thirty feet or so behind her. It was a great huge mass of pinkish orange flesh, bloated and putrid with barely a semblance that it had ever been a man. There was a blackness in the forefront, a gaping maw and a glint within shadow of what could have been an eye. The number of tentacles proved simply too many to count. Druuna ran faster, following Hale down some shadowed corridor of collapsed brickwork and piping, lined with towering bricks that closed in around them seeming to topple inwards, the walls appearing to fall towards each other above them, though there was no visible movement.
"He's following us! He's following us!"
She screamed to Hale who was getting further and further ahead. The corridor began to descend with wide, uneven rocky steps that seemed to lead in a multitude of directions although really there was only one way to go. It was practically a maze, though with only one true passage. And the monster wasn't far behind.
Druuna could hear it pursuing them, the slap of soft wet tentacles on metal pipes and stone bricks. A raw, raucous wheezing pant of its laboured breath.
She looked back over her shoulder. “There he is!” She thought as she saw the dark, quick movement of tentacles in the distance, almost silhouetted against the dim light behind her.
When she looked back in the direction she was heading, the one-way stone and metal passage, Hale was nowhere to be seen. “Where the Hell did she go?”
"Hale!" She shouted.
There was no answer, from the girl. She couldn't be out of hearing range, there was no way. What had happened to her?
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The path went upward in a shallow slope and then levelled out. The walls really were closed-in here. She could stretch her arms out and touch both sides simultaneously. “This passage is very narrow. I hope it isn't a trap!” She thought.
"Hale! Where are you? Hale!"
There was still no answer. Suddenly the very earth began to shake and convulse under her feet as well as all around her. Tremors, the kind she had experienced soon after leaving Lewis, and again with Hale and her father. Druuna almost lost her footing. Rocks and metal piping fell down all around her from above, though luckily nothing actually struck her.
"What's going on? The earth is moving!" She cried out, chattering to herself in her fear.
She pressed herself against the nearest wall, looking up into the gloom overhead, seeing the metal and wire and great stone pillars that were crowded above her suspended precariously between the two narrow walls of the passageway. Any or all of it could come down at any point. “Oh Lord! This is really the end, it's all going to fall on me!” She thought.
And then, mercifully, as quickly as it had commenced, the earthquake gave in falling silent. “....That was a short Quake. It's over now.”
She set off running again, all signs of both Hale and the monster were gone now and Druuna's sense of aloneness was almost palpable. “There must be a way out of this passage.” She thought, trying to convince herself.
She was wrong.
"I knew it! Damn it! A dead end..." She spat with disgust. "But where can Hale be? Where did she go? It's impossible to get through here!"
The youthful, fearful voice cut into Druuna's attention. It was close, though muffled. It was coming from the other side of the dead-end wall. Druuna could hear the desperate panic in the girl's soft young voice.
"Help! Help! I'm here!" Hale cried.
"Hale?"
Druuna stepped up to the wall and pressed against it. Her palms and forearms on the stone and brick confirmed what her other sense were asserting. It was as solid as it looked, and the girl was definitely on the other side of it.
"How in Heaven's name did you get in there?"
"I don't know!" The girl spat with fear-fuelled anger. "Help me, I beg you."
She appeared to forcefully soften her voice, fighting down the usual petulant anger. Trying to illicit sympathy, pleading for Druuna’s help.
"It's so dark in here. I was running and I don't know what happened. I'm afraid! Help me!"
The fear and despair in the girl’s soft voice pulled at Druuna's heartstrings and she had to bite back her own tears. She simply didn't know how she could help.
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"What can I do? It's absurd!" Druuna cried, her heart heavy with fear and sympathy.
"Let me out. Please!" Hale cried.
She sounded like a tearful child, locked under the stairs as a punishment. Her whimpering nearly brought Druuna to tears, though it did nothing but snare her attention.
"Hold it!" The older woman snapped. "Let me think!"
"Hurry! Hurry!" Hale moaned, ignoring Druuna's demands for silence. "I feel something stepping on my toes... Rats! Ughhh!"
   "Shut up, Hale. Shut up..." Druuna shouted more aggressively than she'd intended.
Then something shuffled wetly behind her and she remembered where she was and what had made them run in the first place and she knew she was trapped.
Still, she turned, unable to resist looking at the disgusting mutant creature that now had her cornered with nowhere to go.
"My God!" She gasped.
The shapeless thing was simply vile to behold. A putrid slick mass of soft shapeless flesh covered in hundreds of tentacles of every imaginable length and thickness. The whole disgusting thing glistened wetly like a leech and it slithered along the ground toward her. The tentacles grabbing any kind of handhold, from pipes to holes in the stone and steel walls, to heavy boulders on the ground, using the purchase to found to propel it forward.
The tentacles moved constantly, great waves of crawling arachnid activity. Though they seemed to move individually from each other, randomly as if each limb had a mind and desire of its own. It filled the space completely advancing on Druuna. There was nowhere she could go and nothing she could do.
For a second memories of women at the hands of these monsters flashed through her mind, sickening her. A monster just like this one, pinning a poor captured woman on her hands and knees in the wilderness of rubble. It raping her with a phallus that was as big as a human’s lower leg. It casually eating her alive, as it enjoyed her carnally.
She also recollected being surprised at how long the woman had remained conscious throughout her slow, obscene cannibalistic-rape-murder.
Now it would be Druuna's turn. All she could think was to pray she would lose consciousness or die somehow as quickly as possible.
"Help me... Help me..."
It was Hale’s soft youthful pleas, sobbing on the far side of the wall. But the teens’ voice was growing distant and less desperate.
"Ohh... Shut up, Hale... Shut up... Please... It's all over... All over... Oh God!" Druuna moaned.
She pressed herself to the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut. Tentacles reached for her.
"Nooo... Nooo... Noooooo......"
She moaned, suddenly unable to keep her eyes averted. She saw the thing, its central mass a bloated mixture of growths and wild watery lidless animalistic eyes, that rolled and swivelled around before locking onto Druuna's seductive, shapely body.
"Go Away!"
She screamed as the closest tentacle reached for her, small digit-like tentacles formed from the pulpy tip almost a humanoid hand, with soft fleshy boneless fingers and thumb.
"Don't touch me... No... Ahhhhh!"
Druuna inched away from that pulpy attempt at a hand. Then bones seemed to form under the flesh, strengthening the appearance, and then even hard gleaming fingernails pushed out from beneath the remaining pulp. It was a hand, at least the close representation of a hand. Even the pigmentation was altering to suit an olive skin tone. It reached towards her, not with the clenched hand of lust or hunger but with the soft gently extended fingers of care, as one would reach for a delicate flower.
"Hhh... But... What's..."
Druuna could only murmur her confusion and burgeoning wonder, not knowing how to react to this unexpected change.
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"DR... UUU... NA."
The horrible mass spoke, with a dribbling wet, hardly understandable, barely pronounced tongue. At the same time more humanoid features formed beneath the pulpy wet mass of flesh and pushed forth to become strangely familiar. And then ultimately recognisable.
"Oh God, Oh my God! ... You... You are..."
She wailed, seeing the face before her and not believing her own eyes, or her own sanity.
"DR... Ruun... Na..."
It drooled on, trying to form the words properly with a mouth that was nothing but a slack, shapeless maw.
"Dr... Ruun... Na!"
Druuna could not deny herself any longer, she knew that face, knew it well. She would always know that face and she would always love it.
"Schastar! Schastar!"
She moaned, whimpered. Her heart breaking all over again, feeling love and horror simultaneously.
"It's you! You're alive! You're alive!"
And then it all made sense to her. It hadn't attacked her at all. It had, he had been following her, protecting her. The Sergeant, Monk, Snake. It… he had killed them all to save her. To keep her safe.
"You've always been near me, to protect me... Oh Schastar my love!"
The whole world shook then, a great deafening thunderous rumble that ripped at the ground and grabbed at the wall against her back. The quake shook the world, and the wall. Shaking it, shoving it toward her, snatching away the path from beneath her feet six inches at a time, crushing the two walls together, with Druuna between them.
Before either of them could say anything else. Before Schastar, or the thing he had become, could catch her, the wall fell back ward, peeled away. It ripped away from its moorings, from reality, as if it were the loose side of a cardboard box. It tipped backwards and Druuna fell, fell down a newly formed and bottomless chasm.
“SCHASTAARR!”
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She fell screaming, screaming Schastar's name. silently pleading for him to catch her. She even saw his malformed, putrid fleshed hand reaching for her. She stretched up for it, knowing all the time that she was out of reach.

A vague shape emerged from the pitch darkness and lurched heavily toward Druuna. It was one of the authoritarian Priests that were often seen wandering the sectors doling out punishment to random sinners. The so-called holy figure was all concealed in a worn and stinking cloak that trained along the ground as he shuffled and loped forward. The cloak was topped with a deep cowl that concealed all of the face except the dark dirty yellow glow of intent rheumy eyes. There were others in its stead, two of them, cloaked and hooded in the same manner.
The first came close and lifted its head, the light played across its face. It was Human, though barely. There was a thin layer of dark red flesh stretched over a skull. The nose was almost flat against the face, there were no lips and the teeth, long and white, grew right out of the flesh without lips or gums. The eyes, lidless and glistening, were wild and twisted in their bare sockets, the flesh seemed to writhe and twitch of its own accord.
"Do you mate with monsters woman?"
It ran its tongue lewdly across its teeth licking none-existent lips and moved closer still. Eyes blazing.
"Don't be ashamed... I know a lot of sluts like you will sell themselves for a bit of medication... Take off your shirt."
Druuna bowed her head in shame and slowly pulled at the laces to her skimpy vest top. The threads came apart and she pulled back the flaps to reveal her big, full meaty breasts with their pert pink nipples that were already erect in the warm artificial sector breezes.
The priest drew open the flap of his cloak. At his waist a huge three-foot tentacle flopped out and slapped down onto the ground.
It was thick, as far around as Druuna's arm and covered in a mixture of hard pumping veins, bloated angry pustules and thick, warty protrusions. The tentacle was definitely phallic in origin and was tipped in a massive fist sized mushroom shaped crown that was already drooling seminal fluid from its wide mouth. It twitched and undulated in front of her as if it were alive.
"Do this for me, and no tricks, do you hear?" The priest grunted.
His amusement at her obvious shock and disgust was apparent it his voice. Still essentially topless, Druuna slipped off her own hooded cloak and knelt on the ground before the priest. He stood there laughing at her and shifting his weight from one foot to the other with impatience.
Druuna took hold of the putrid phallus in both hands, hefting it like a great heavy flexible pole. She supported its fat fleshy length along her forearm and positioned her mouth over the tip of its hot bloated crown. She opened her mouth wide, aware of how dry it felt. And the smell.
At that moment a great thick splash of seminal fluid squirted out from the tentacle phallus right into her mouth, it stung like acid making her gag. She felt it running disgustingly over her chin and onto her breasts though at least now she had some lubrication in her mouth. She forced herself to swallow the excess, knowing she'd be forced to take this vile member all the way into her throat. The sting as the pre-cum flowed down her throat was like drinking the strongest alcohol.
She pressed her mouth forward, sliding her lips around the hot head until they were stretched to their limit. Her jaw also stretched to accommodate the size and she felt it on the verge of dislocating but pressed on, persevering, knowing refusal of the Priest's demand meant death.
She pressed forwards until the crown was consumed completely. Already it was pressing against the back of her mouth, wriggling to try and get deeper still, demanding entry to her throat. Druuna sucked in a breath around the meat and then allowed the phallus to push beyond her mouth and into her oesophagus. The Priest began to shuffle forwards, putting pressure on Druuna to accept more and more of his bloated member. She crouched lower so she was sitting on the ground with her head tipped back, underneath the Priest straightening her mouth and throat as much as she could, and pressing forward against his all-concealing cloak.
He took her head tight in both hands and pulled her up towards him, feeding her more of his meat while Druuna simultaneously gulped and curled it into her throat with her tongue, using it to hook and draw more of the phallic tentacle into her oesophagus. She could feel the bloated gullet-stretching crown now deep in the centre of her ribs, pressing against her lungs, as well as feeling full to bloating, it also felt a little like the uncomfortable sensation of indigestion. And still she wriggled forward, sucking more of the meat into her mouth, swallowing it down. She swallowed and swallowed, the waves of convulsing muscle in her gullet, drawing the shaft further and further down her throat toward her stomach.
"Keep going, slut." The Priest grunted in a strange guttural tone that might have been mixed with something vaguely electronic. "Down to the balls."
Druuna stretched her jaw that last centimetre, lifted herself upwards and gulped down the last six inches. She could feel the phallic shaft coiled at the base of her stomach, splashing about within her digestive acids. The burning of that acidic fluid seemed to be causing immense pleasure to the Priest, and he started bucking his hips into her face while he crushed her head against his crotch. Druuna, not having breathed for minutes, reached under the cloak to cup and squeeze the heat of his huge weighty scrotum.
"Ahhh!! That's it!" The Priest roared.
Druuna felt the coiled shaft jerk and flop like a great snake and then something hot and thick and heavy was pumping directly into her stomach she felt each shot of scalding seed like a hammer blow. She counted twenty gut wrenching eruptions before the hot sensation overruled her concentration and the extended lack of oxygen caused her to faint.
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The tentacle filling her gullet was only about half as thick as the pair using her stretched cunt and filling her hot rectum, but there was nothing she could do. A hundred tentacles surrounded and enveloped her in their grasp and there was no way she could move. She sat astride the bloated mass of putrid fleshed mutation while its huge tentacle cocks drove into every orifice. She could feel another half dozen equally sized shafts trying to push their way into all three of her useable orifices, alongside those already embedded inside her.
The anal shaft was deepest and most painful. The tip had narrowed itself to a standard human cock size and had rammed itself into her large intestine. It had been burrowing into the labyrinth of her guts for the last five minutes, slamming a little deeper with each undulating thrust. Her digestive system was being filled simultaneously from both ends. At some point the two tentacle cocks might well meet up in the pit of her stomach. It was like a constantly bloated inferno of solar fire inside her guts and loins but she had to take it and accommodate it all.
Because this disgusting, vile, violent mutation was actually her own beloved Schastar. She knew that once his lusts were satisfied her beloved would revert.
She was right. In an instant the creature emitted a shrieking inhuman roar and Druuna was enveloped by its seed. She was suddenly in the core or a torrential storm of mutated semen, that splashed in thick heavy gouts into her stomach, vagina and intestines, and all over her bare glistening flesh as well. Most of the external deposits. aimed over her beautiful face and bountiful breasts.
Having already whipped the internal tentacle cocks out of her stomach, oesophagus, mouth, intestines, rectum, womb and vaginal sheathe, the mutant thing began the rapid, blessed reversion into the cool, kind, handsome muscular form of her beloved Schastar.
Druuna lay back, she was enjoying the afterglow, her pleasure eclipsing the residual pain of over-stuffed orifices and lack of oxygen. She absently licked residual cum from her face then started to scooping the viscous leftovers from her large, heaving breasts.
The soft fleshed creature flopped back on the ground as the putrid flesh began to harden into Human muscle and the hundreds of tentacles slithered back inside his body, to return to normal Human organs, muscle and flesh. Fully reverted, all human, tall and lean with well-defined muscles and so handsome.
Schastar groaned, a long soft sound, engaging with both the shock of the traumatic transformation and the aftermath of the heated, excited sex. He looked adoringly up at Druuna, up on one elbow, looked exhausted yet with that post coital glow that made her more beautiful than ever.
However, all too soon his pain enveloped the pink mist of love and deep satisfaction that surrounded him. Black clouds of despair chasing away the rosy dream.
  "It's terrible, Druuna. I have the plague, the beast inside me..."
He was stating the obvious, as if he wasn't aware that Druuna had just shared their last experience. And already the effects of the mutation were beginning to reappear in his features. His skin wrinkling, forming scar-like shapes in his handsome features. As if he'd been horribly burned. The flesh grew dark blood-red just beneath the surface of his twisting olive toned flesh. He coughed and grimaced with the pain.
Druuna looked around her. They were in a white tile panelled room. There were two doors, one led back the way they had come. Back to the world of the 'Evil'. The mutation itself with all its thousands of victims. The other door led on deeper into this strange white place onto the secret, terrible truth that Schastar himself knew and was leading Druuna on towards.
"Don't leave me like this," He moaned.
He must be delirious, Druuna assumed. She would never leave him. She could never leave him.
  "Kill me! If you love me, kill me, I beg you!"
Druuna stared down at him in rising horror. Shivering as despair overtook her ability to think.
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"I beg you, Druuna, Please."
His pleas were nothing new. Once it took him, he was a slave to it desperate. His sweat visible under the fluorescent lights and gleaming on his high, pallid forehead.
  "If you do this for me I'll give you four doses, deal?"
"Six!"
Seeing a glimmer of power, Druuna took the opportunity to haggle. She needed as many as she could get for Schastar and she'd do whatever it took to get them, even with this pig, this vile excuse for a Doctor. He was nodding, rapidly, breathless in his excitement. He was like a man just been handed his latest fix. Druuna wondered if she should feel flattered, to bring out such need in a man. She didn’t.
"Nurse?"
Dr Ottonegger called into his desk intercom, leaning toward the microphone, as he held down and then released the speak button. Almost immediately, following a loose wire crackle, a rough sound male voice responded.
"Yes Doctor."
"We shall be in here for a while, I don't want to be disturbed."
"I understand, Doctor. A complicated case." Came the gruff reply.
Doctor Ottonegger enjoyed the gifts that young ladies could offer him. It was partly the reason he had been transferred to this sector clinic in the first place. His old sector had been a classier place that this scum-hive, it had possessed its own mayor and little village-parties on end-of-week. It had also been overrun with the 'Evil' very quickly. He had enjoyed a long and fruitful practice doling out doses of the reversion/preventative medicine, before the 'Evil' had completely taken over. While in his prime position he had arranged things so that he could entertain himself thoroughly with the majority of his choice of the sector’s female population.
He had set up his clinic to deal with male patients during morning sessions and female patients in the afternoons. At first, he had had to use drugs to get what he wanted from the female patients so they wouldn't remember what he had done to them. Later once the fear of the ‘Evil’ spreading took hold, and people became desperate for doses, he no longer needed to. Those that didn’t offer themselves, he would simply scare with horror stories or, in many cases, resort to good old fashioned coercion. Of course, once the ‘Evil’ truly moved in, turning the sector upside down and spreading the appropriate terror, Ottonegger gave up all the pretences, the blackmail and sedation. And he simply bartered entertainment for doses of the valuable medication. Soon enough, young women and girls were doing just about anything for an extra dose or two. He took full advantage of their fear, having mothers hold down their own daughters and help with his sodomy of them. First sucking him to full hardness and then pinning their own daughter to the table, even going so far as to lie on top, while Ottonegger aggressively and hornily did whatever he wanted to do.
The ’Evil’ had overcome the place eventually and he had been saved, due to his essential skills and expertise, and transferred to this new sector. It might not have had the class or riches of the previous practice, but there were even more females all desperate for doses and willing to do anything and everything to get hold of medicine. Druuna was no exception. In fact, Druuna was doubtless the pick of the bunch. Even if his waiting room had housed an entire bevy of celestial beauties, Druuna would still be number one.
She was sitting before him right now, asking for more doses of 'Aphrodisia'. It was the perfect opportunity, if he could manipulate it to his advantage. He was already sweating like a pig. Druuna had that effect on him.
Things seemed to go back a few minutes and play over.
Druuna was sitting across from Doctor Ottonegger’s desk in the patient’s allocated seat. Her lush brown hair flowing freely over her shoulders. She was wearing a canvas blanket that she had roughly cut and sown into a hooded cloak though under that she still wore her usual tight, revealing attire. Her long shapely legs and her amazing round ass were stuffed into skin-tight dirty one-time white trousers. Her torso was bound into a scoop-necked sleeveless vest, made from the same material as her trousers though this was more worn the fabric thinned by age and fitted more loosely.
However, it didn't conceal the size or mouth-watering beauty of her full, firm breasts and though the Dr had seen her naked numerous times, still he was unable to drag his gaze out of the lush depth of her immense cleavage. The vest was more like a waistcoat, the front slit vertically and a length of cord used to tie the two halves together, still, the garment barely contained her large and weighty breasts within.
Druuna was pleading with the Doctor, intentionally leaning forward to give him a better view of her divine cleavage.
"Doctor, this time it's really important, it's vital!" She implored. "You must help me. I don't know what to do... You're the only person I can count on."
She was playing the innocent damsel in distress, plucking at his heart strings and his lengthening erection simultaneously.
"But... You're crazy... Don't count on me any more. The situation is very difficult and I don't have as much power as you think."
He was responding in kind, trying to manipulate Druuna as she was him, trying to play-hard-to-get as he put it to himself. He continued, watching Druuna's desperation plain on her lovely face.
"Frankly, I really can't understand what you do with all that medication. You know that if you take too much of it you run into terrible side effects... You might never get to the upper levels."
"Yes, yes, I know!" Druuna moaned. "I really can't explain right now... Someday, maybe... Because I know I can trust you..."
She trailed off, a little glint in her eye. Then her expression changed slightly and the Doctor started to sweat, profusely. Here it comes he thought, intensely aware of how hard he felt in his pants.
  "You know how to be nice to someone nice to you. Right, Doctor?"
She was an expert in the suggestive. Her tongue appearing between her lips for the faintest of seconds. Then without another word she pulled at the knotted cord front of her jutting vest, loosening it completely and shrugging the garment from her shoulders, her large breasts pushed themselves apart and settled gently into their natural positions, their weight forcing the cords to spread further and further.
She drew her vest down until it was around her waist showing her naked breasts off in all their incredible glory. Ottonegger gasped at their mouth-watering sight, never tiring of seeing them bared just for him. The globes perfectly symmetrical, full, firm and heavy. The soft flesh warm and creamy. The already erect dark pink nipples proud and slightly upturned, precisely central on the twin orbs, sitting proud and high on her chest without a hint of sag.
Mesmerised, the Doctor wiped his gleaming brow with a handkerchief, his widened eyes locked to her breasts as if they were the only part of her that mattered to him, though there was, at least from Ottonegger's point of view, one other part that mattered to him even more.
He looked up at her. He'd got her onto his hook, now all he had to do was reel her in. Her eyes were watching him carefully through erotic, half closed lids her expression was defiantly sultry, offering.
"Well," He began, trying not to stammer. "I can be kind to those who express their gratitude, and you certainly know how!"
His eyes were on her breasts again, they rose and fell gently as Druuna breathed, deep and excited.
"Let's see... I think I have an extra dose..."
"Three!" Druuna gasped.
Her breasts actually shuddered slightly at her exclamation. It wasn't accidental. She had the Doctor on her line and was reeling him in with her well-practised seduction. She knew well what men desired and she knew she had it all. Long ago she had learned how to use that desire to get whatever she needed.
"Druuna... You'll drive me crazy..." The Doctor monaed.
If he wasn't careful, he'd end up promising his entire stock to this one amazing woman and then he'd really be in trouble. Druuna stood up and started to work off her cloak, the sliding out of her vest and finally, her trousers working them seductively down her broad hips; erotically stripping for the aging, almost hunched doctor, revealing a little more of herself each passing second.
A stream of drool collected on his bottom lip and slithered down over his chin. He didn't seem to notice.
"You're really no good," He grunted.
His eyes locked to the soft golden-brown patch of her carefully trimmed pubic hair.
"I think you like being a prostitute."
"Yes, I like it," Druuna whispered huskily. "But only with the people I choose."
She gently scooped her feet from the trouser legs that now pooled around her naked ankles and gently shifted her clothes under the desk with a lightweight off-white fabric shoe.
Doctor Ottonegger's bulging eyes were welded to her starkly naked body as she came around to his side of the desk.
He knew her firm round bottom was right there on open display for him but he kept his eyes on her shuddering tits, only wanting to see that ass when it was prone, bent over and positioned for him the way he liked it.
"Yes, I know." He wheezed, barely able to keep up. "You like to break the law. And you don't worry about it. Nothing seems to hurt your perfect body. It's really extraordinary!"
She was in his arms now, standing inches from him, positioned purposefully between his spread knees. Her right leg came up and knee pressed gently to his crotch, feeling the warm hard heat of his erect cock along the inner thigh of his left trouser leg. She leaned in and took he old doctor’s balding head in her hands and then pulled his drool and sweat soaked face right into her breasts, burying him in her immense cleavage and using her upper arms to press her breasts together around his face. His hands came around her slim waist onto her broad rounded hips and then further still, encircling the upper curves of the softly firm shape of her pert buttocks.
"Your skin is so silky, your muscles are..."
His erotic 'poetry' was drowned out by his slack lips finding a soft hot nipple and fastening to it, sucking and chewing excitedly. Druuna gasped at the sensation. His mauling hand slid further around, two fingers pressing into the soft cleavage between the cheeks of her lovely firm ass. The warmth of her flesh never failed to surprise or excite him. Ottoneggar He pulled his mouth off her nipple and started working his open mouth and wet tongue all over her breasts, gorging himself on their hot cushioning size.
"You know what I like to do, Druuna, don't you?" He said, through a mouthful of her breast.
His tone was firm, testy, inviting her to try and wriggle free of his hold on her. Making sure he had her securely where he wanted her.
"Yes, Doctor." Druuna moaned. "You're a pig and you know I don't like to do ‘that’."
Hder voice was thick with reluctance and resignation. So, she was willing but reluctant, that was how he liked them best, so they wouldn't struggle but at the same time wouldn't enjoy it, particularly. The domination, sadism, was a part of the attraction. The women not only accepting him inflicting pain on them, but them actively allowing it. But she had to agree, she had to say that it was okay. If she heard herself say it, she wasn't likely to back out later.
"I beg you, Druuna, please. If you do this for me, I'll give you four doses."
He lifted his head so he was looking up at Druuna’s softly smiling face from between her delectable breasts. Druuna was smiling because he'd just stepped into her trap. She was now in a position to demand as many as she could. It was just like haggling at the weekly markets.
  "Six!" She demanded.
His hand squeezed painfully onto Druuna's ass and kept a tight hold there, while he turned and leaned across his desk. As if he wanted to keep the physical contact between them to be sure she didn't vanish when he was so close to getting what he dearly wanted of her.
He flicked a switch on his jury-rigged intercom.
"Nurse?"
"Yes, Doctor." Came the rough male reply.
Oh, how he wanted his female Nurse back. How he had enjoyed the constant opportunities to satisfy himself with her tight little body. He had been in an excellent position to manipulate her into giving him whatever he needed. And she had been a ripe young thing too. Though far from on a par with the likes of Druuna. The little whore had managed to free herself from his control, finding herself a lover of rank in the army and he had managed to get her shipped over to the barracks' medical wing. He missed her mouth and how deep he could force his way into her throat while she had thrashed and cried from beneath his desk.
"We shall be in here for a while. I don't want to be disturbed." He ordered.
"I understand, Doctor. A complicated case."
He could almost hear the sneer of disbelief in the Nurse's voice. Of course, he didn't care in the slightest. Druuna stepped up to the observation bench that she knew the Doctor liked to use and leaned forward across it, resting her weight on her crossed forearms and looking back over her shoulder at the doctor.

"Well Doctor, I'm ready!"
He was busy rummaging through a cabinet of metal drawers against the wall, apparently in a frantic search for something or other.
"I'm almost ready." He mumbled in response.
A satisfied grunt brought him up from the cabinet and he turned towards Druuna bent over the observation bench. He was carrying a small and ornate, hinged box.
"What are you going to do to me?"
He was obviously intending to get his money's worth. But how was he going to do that? What did Ottonegger have in that box? Certainly not her payment, that was in the locked unit behind his desk. He put the box down on the padded examination table at her side, by her hip.
"What's that box all about?" She asked.
"It's an old trick, very sophisticated. You'll love it. And I need it."
His attention was caught by preparing the box's contents. Whatever it was. Druuna looked over at the box but couldn't see much. There was a huge battery and needle tipped cables attached to it, at least a dozen of them like a nest of coiled serpents. Doctor Ottonegger started to select certain needles and then pushed them one by one into points at the base of his swelling erection and also into his distended scrotum almost as if they were acupuncture needles. He pushed them in deep, letting out little hisses and groans of exertion and even the odd yelp of pain as he subjected himself to the strange device.
Druuna looked back at his vile looking erection with renewed distaste and burgeoning fear.
"I don't want that shit! It's like this or nothing." She snapped.
But the Doctor would not go back now, it was too late. The sweat of pain and excitement was dripping off him, he turned toward the delicious sight of her proffered buttocks.
"Okay. Seven doses. But don't move!" He snapped.
Druuna felt the fat crown of the Doctor's erection bump against her firm fleshy buttocks and she gasped. It was burning like a hot coal and felt, quite literally, as hard as a pillar of marble.
She saw him out of the corner of her eye reach into the box and make some kind of adjustment. He let out a sharp hiss through his clenched teeth as the box began to let out a low vibrating hum. She could feel long thin tendrils of his spittle pooling over the small of her back as he leaned over her, preparing to penetrate her anus.
The cock was now hugely and horribly bloated. She had never experienced this before even though he had put his erection into her on a number of occasions before, it had never been anywhere near this big or hard.
"What is that object?" Druuna gasped. "No... No... Doctor."
Ottonegger ignored her, busy positioning himself.
"I want eight!" She snapped.
And then a sudden gasp of pain interrupted her demand. Without replying he grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart to expose her sphincter mouth and then, with only a little shifting of his hips, he positioned the massively bloated head of his horrific cock and pressed it against the mouth of her anus.
Druuna's obvious apprehension had her sphincter involuntarily tightened up, though she knew she would have to relax it the Doctor didn't inflict utter agonies upon her while he forced his shaft into her. He was already pushing. It felt like a hot poker as thick as her wrists was being pushed against her anus. It was slipper at least, pre-cum she assumed. An overflow by the feel of it. He certainly hadn’t anointed her ass with anything beforehand.
"Doctor, it's hurting me... I don't want to!"
"What are you saying? On the contrary, it will give you much pleasure, you'll see... You'll see how wonderful it is!" Ottonegger grunted.
He was desperate to appease her so that he could continue. Not that he was about to stop now. He didn't care if she screamed the place down, he was going to get what he wanted and enjoy it. It was too late for her to back out.
Druuna took a deep breath and forced herself to relax. Her clenched ass gave a little but not much. Ottonegger growled slightly and pressed forward. Nothing much happened. Quickly losing patience, and growing increasingly frustrated, he jabbed at her with his hips, trying to batter his way in.
"Hey, go slowly..." Druuna whined.
She was looking back at him over her shoulder, biting her bottom lip and wincing. As he tried to penetrate her. The Doctor grabbed his now inhuman phallus with one hand and held it steady while he pushed harder, forcing his way griding the pre-cum slick helmet against Druuna's tightly clenched anal sphincter. He wasn't making much headway. He gave one delectable buttock a hearty slap and then, growling in anger he thrust forward again. With Druuna’s continuing attempts to relax and reluctantly accommodate him, her cinched sphincter gave a little more, forced open a little by the insinuating crown. Druuna cried out.
"You're hurting me." She wailed.
"Don't move." He snarled. "You'll see, you'll love it."
He stabbed forward again and forced a little more into Druuna ass. She moaned in pain, fingers digging into the black padding covering the examination table. Still, she kept herself steady for more of the same treatment. It was too late to back out now. Besides, she needed those doses for Schastar.
Ottonegger gritted his teeth and slammed forward again, hammering a few inches into her gripping anus and then smiled with sexual excitement at her responsive cry. She was so tight and hot around his bloated erection it boggled his mind. And it was a beautifully painful feeling for them both to pummel his way into her, he enjoyed his own pain as much as inflicting pain on her. The domination factor was his favourite aspect of this whole process. It was what got him off the most, perhaps even more than the physical aspect of the tight scalding hot orifice. However, he offered silent gratitude for the side effect of overflowing pre-cum.
Druuna wailed, repeating her pleas of mercy, all the while knowing they would fall on deaf ears. She lowered her head onto her forearms, breathing deeply, trying to breathe through the pain, while keeping her ass relaxed for him, knowing she had to endure all this until his conclusion. For Schastar's sake, he needed those doses.
Before long that huge diamond hard crown slid in past Druuna's raw and over-stretched sphincter and, after more hard painful, forceful urging, the rest of the shaft slowly forced its way into her anal channel until the Doctor's hips thumped firmly against her gorgeous creamy as cheeks.
Ottonegger let out a deep, barrel ribbed sigh, grinding against her by the firm grasp of her fleshy hips. Once his distended scrotum was mashed tight against the swollen, sensually warm lips of Druuna's bare but ignored vagina, the Doctor held his cock all the way inside her over-stuffed rectum and reached back to the box. He could feel Druuna's muscle walls tensing and grasping around his embedded shaft and moaned, gritting his teeth with sheer pleasure. He hurriedly grabbed two of the control knobs beside the large square battery, turned them up a half dozen notches and then waited for the jolt.
It came like a thunder-flash and had just about the same effect. A searing white-hot pain erupted through Ottonegger's genitals, ripping through the long needles and into his flesh. He gritted his teeth and bit back the coming scream that he instead released as an animal snarl of pleasure-pain.
The pain was intense but it made his blood boil with a sadistic frenzied lust and he started to hammer hard and deep into the woman’s quivering rectum. His erection became even more bloated, stretching her anal tunnel agonisingly; Druuna's sphincter and the surrounding muscles screaming with the hot pressure.
She cried out loudly, squealing with a simultaneous painful protest and a deep throbbing lustful pleasure. Unbeknownst to her a perfect mirror of what the doctor was experiencing.
The pseudo-electric shocks came once every couple of seconds, just as the old man’s cock softened slightly regaining its natural state of hardness, another shock hit them both. The surge stabbed savagely right into Druuna's rectal flesh making it clamp down on the fat invader, while it simultaneously ripped through the muscles of Ottonegger's solid erection.
The pain was intense. While the apprehensive sense of anticipation, like a poisonous, infectious glee they both loved and feared. The anticipation infused both of them with a building rush of excitement.
The doctor’s jaws ached due to how tightly his teeth were champed together, with the risk of biting his tongue, he knew better than to loosen his jaw when the electric jolt hit him. His cock was like a live wire, simultaneously numbed and sensually alive with sensation both joyous and torturous. He snarled loudly, his eyes bulging as he humped hard against the woman’s perfectly cushioning buttocks. His lips curled back, allowed saliva to drool continually over her arched back and he didn't give a damn. He dug his fingers into her tight, fleshy buttocks and cursed her savagely while brutally sodomising her with every morsel of his strength. Digging his nails hard into her smooth ass cheeks he pistoned in and out of her rectum, the orifice twitching and clenching involuntarily as he battered his ramming meat in and out of it, working the taut and burning flesh into putty.
Feeling himself getting closer, he turned the battery dials up another couple of notches and reached under Druuna for her terrific breasts, grasping the soft weighty flesh tight, digging his fingers in and trapping her hardened nipples, pinching them cruelly, enjoying the way Druuna’s whimpering and wailing intensified even more.
Another jolt struck, the first of the higher intensity ones, it struck them with more harsh intensity, speed and increased degree of torturous sensation that those before it.
He wrapped a hand in her long dark tresses and jerked her head back, arching her spine. With his other hand and with some difficulty, between the faster electrical jolts, the Doctor reached down under Druuna and scooped up some free-flowing cunt juices. They were a constant stream and pooling on the ground between her spread and quaking legs. He took up a fingerful and spread it over her already sweat and drool slick buttock crevices. He watched the steam rise visibly from her pummelled flesh as the generated plasma zapped into the both of them.
"HHH... HhhhHHHH... More... Yes... Like that... More!" Druuna groaned.
By now, the pain for Druuna had been overturned by pleasure, it had taken time for her mind to grow somewhat accustomed to the sensations. She was moaning and gasping, gyrating her hips, getting more and more into the pleasure-pain experience, hammering her ass back onto his monstrous cock, gripping the padding of the table until her knuckles had turned bone white.
Ottonegger knew than neither of them would be able to stand much more of this infernal delight but he had two more little additions to make before he was ready to cum. Removing two crocodile clips from the battery box and using both hands, he snapped them onto Druuna's swollen labia. She let out a shrill yelp of protest at the sudden bite. There was another for her clitoris and a slender chromium plate probe for internal use as well. He had used them in the past on other women, but the results tended to prove too overwhelming and he decided against it with Druuna.
Before she could object, he turned the battery’s power knobs all the way around to their extreme and then tried to prepare himself for the coming electric onslaught. Of course, he knew that he never could quite prepare himself.
Though no matter, it always brought him to orgasm. And what an orgasm it was!
The live current ripped through them both simultaneously. Druuna jolted and arched under him, shrieking as the volts caused her cunt to contract. Her overflowing juices spurted backward thickly over the doctor’s hellishly bloated scrotum that away thumped against her vaginal lips, like a wrecking ball, bathing the sac of electrified flesh.
Ottonegger snarled hoarsely as his own orgasm erupted, his ridiculously engorged shaft tensed to bursting before it let fly its multitude of steaming hot liquid fire streamers into Druuna's tightly clenching rectum.
They both pressed together, squealing and writhing, rutting like rabid animals until their mutual orgasms finally subsided.
The doctor fumbled in the box, to turn down the pulsing electric current, while the last spirts and dribbles leaked out of his barely softening, still anally embedded phallus. Druuna could barely hold herself up, her firm shapely legs giving out under her, her whole body quivering. Now that those divine levels of sexual delirium had subsided, she was left with nothing but residual dull, aching pain and exhaustion. And regret.
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Druuna was still limping and stumbling in weak-limbed exhaustion when she left the Infirmary, clutching her bag of medicine doses under her home made cloak. The regret had departed with the handover of the bag of eight doses. “What a dirty old man!” Druuna thought, a keen eye on the other humans milling around the area of Ottonegger’s clinic surreptitiously.
It was dangerous walking around normally, walking around with a pouch full of medicine was practically suicide if she wasn't extremely careful “He hurt me with that thing, but it was nice, all the same. I didn't know such things existed.” She thought, passing beyond the thinning throng of people. She made her way down a shallow slope and into the seeming maze of ruined brick and concrete walls and metal piping and coils of old wiring that formed the decor of just about all of Druuna's universe. “He gave me eight doses... He thinks that'll be enough. I hope so!” Her thoughts kept her mind busy and she slowly, unfortunately, became blind to her surroundings. “I'm so late! I hope nothing happened to Schastar!”
Her wandering mind and the sudden and foolish relaxation of her usual watchfulness was enough to find Druuna suddenly and surprisingly grabbed. A big muscular arm emerging from a dimly shadowed alley, the hand snatching onto her and dragging her into that black seclusion.
"Ahh!"
A hand snatched roughly at her canvas cloak and yanked her into the shadowy roofless cave of brick and metal.
"Come here, lovely!" A deep and gruff voice snarled.
She was whipped around, one arm yanked up behind her back while a thickly muscled forearm, studded with a hefty leather wristband and smelling of rank and unwashed maleness, locked tightly across her throat.
"Don't move or I'll break your arm, and then everything else!"
The voice was a deep and gravelly bark to match the arm, with breath to match the body odour, and it growled threateningly into her ear.
"What do you want?" Druuna gasped.
Though her sweet, soft voice quivered with her obvious fear, she tried to get some defiance in there. It did no good. Another man stood in front of her, a tall lean man with oily slicked back hair and a sallow, drawn face. He was mean-ugly and at least ten years senior to his brutish partner. He was also vaguely familiar to Druuna. Thought it took barely a second to place him. It was the male nurse - Doctor Ottonegger's assistant.
He smiled, though it was a cruel look, malevolent. He took her in, looking her up and down in silence. Eventually he caught sight of a telling bulge in the pocket of her cropped jeans. Stuffing one hand into the snug, warm pocket he aggressively yanked the bulge free.
"Hmmm..." He said, drily superior. "I believe what we're looking for is in this bag."
He hefted the dirty white drawstring cloth sack, before loosening the knot and flicked his eyes quickly over the contents.
"Yeah... They're all here, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Okay, Tank, you can kill her now!"
"You dirty shit!" Druuna spat.
The brute’s forearm tightened across her throat and his other hand tugged painfully on her arm that he had up her back, close to her shoulder blade.
"Shut up, bitch!"
Druuna could sense amusement in his thunderous, savage voice. He released her so he could turn her around. She used the opportunity as best she could. She spun on her heel and slammed her right leg up into Tank's groin.
"Let me go, bastard!" She shouted.
Tank buckled slightly. She knew though that she'd only caught his inner thigh and had missed the disabling target. Still the large muscular brute buckled and let out a short groan of pain. Unfortunately, the Nurse had already stepped back out of her range. He dipped a hand into the pocket of his long dirty coat and drew a fat barrelled revolver.
"Stop right there." He said amiably.
Druuna froze. For a second there was silence, apart from the muttered angry curses from Tank
"Ouch! You slut! Ouch!"
"I'm going to shoot your head off." The Nurse said, almost singing his promise to her.
There was sadistic joy burning behind his dark narrow eyes. Tank interceded, though not on Druuna's behalf.
  "No... Wait... I want to cut her head off..." He said.
Tank grabbed her by the hair then pulled out a razor honed switchblade from his filthy trousers.
"The knife will make less noise."
"No!" Druuna wailed.
By the looks in the men’s eyes and their unresponsiveness, it obviously did her no good. She changed tactic, back to the tried and tested - these were men after all.
"No... Don't kill me... I'll be nice... I'll do anything you want..." She moaned.
She locked her eyes on Tank's. He had his knife at her throat with her lush mahogany hair tightly fisted in his other hand. He looked down into her pleading, glistening eyes, his own glowing with the power and the lust of the prospective rapist.
"Let's see!" He said, stepping back and gesturing at her ripe hourglass body.
Druuna reached for the laced cords of her already loosened top as Tank sat down on a makeshift seat of machinery housing. Behind her, the Nurse leaned against a vertical metal pipe, revolver cocked and at the ready. He was sniggering with amusement and dark voyeuristic delight.
She drew the loosened top up over her head, revealing her perfect, large and perky breasts to Tank's widely grinning face. He let out a lust-filled moan of appreciation as her heavy breasts shook slightly with her movements as she quickly unbuttoned and lowered the zip the crotch of her short length Jeans. She tugged the trousers down as far as her knees, showing off her sparse brown pubic bush as well as her firm, shapely pert buttocks to the man behind her.
Lowering her arms, she hooked her hands behind her, so as not to conceal the open view of the front of her naked body to the man holding her life in his hands. She even deepened her breathing to accentuate her breasts, making them jut forward towards him and rise and fall with a well-known hypnotic motion. The Nurse, standing behind continued to laugh softly.

"What makes you think I'm even interested in your kind of services?" He asked nastily.
Though it was obvious that he was, the question made things awkward for Druuna, and she wasn't sure how to respond.
"I... I don't know... Don't you like me?"
He just smirked at her. Her eyes were on the massive bulge in his trousers. It was easily snaking halfway down his inner thigh and looked almost as thick as Druuna's wrist. He abruptly reached up and grabbed Druuna's scalp, making her hiss in pain. Without a word, he tugged her down to the ground by his cruel grasp of her silky brunette tresses and holding that long gleaming knife in clear sight.
"You said you were a nice girl. Okay, slut, do this for me, and no tricks, do you hear?"
"Okay," Druuna moaned, "I'll be really good. You'll love this so much that you won't want to kill me!"
Tank wasn't in the mood any longer for conversing He growled with excitement, pushing savagely on the back of her head with both hands.
"Come on, slut. You say you're good, let's see what you can do!"
Druuna took over, not complaining about his harshly scratching, hair-pulling, head-shoving hands. She quickly got one small hand to his already opened trousers and reached in to take hold of his cock. The smell was rank, sickening but she forced the nausea from her attention and concentrated on doing what she must to survive. She was determined to give him the best blow job of his life. She would shatter all of his blow job fantasies and he would beg her for more. Maybe she could even work the medicine doses back into her own possession. She just hoped she wasn't already too late for Schastar.
She grasped tightly onto the stem of his already straining cock, marvelling that she could have fit another two fists on top of the first before she could completely enclose his length. With her other hand she scooped up his big heavy scrotum, cupping the weighty sac with the full testicles like two rounded stones in her sweating palm. He wasn’t quite as thick around as he had appeared inside his trousers, but she prepared herself for some jaw and throat ache all the same.
Lowering her head she slipped her lips over the tip of his helmet, suckling gently at the eye, laving the hole with the tip of her tongue and then whirling softly around and around the fat hot crown, stroking and teasing him. Bathing him in her saliva. He moaned, a soft rattling at the back of his throat. Druuna slid her fist tight around the fat base, cutting off the urethra and clamping the blood inside his huge hard dick.
After a little slurping head-bobbing over his crown, using lips, tongue and saliva to give him pleasure, Druuna used her fist to roll his foreskin back. Then she delved her tongue around and under the loose cowl of flesh, scooping up vile and flavoursome residues of past orgasms.
Washed clean, allowing her tainted drool to slide out of her mouth and down her chin to the floor, if not intercepted by her large breasts, Druuna pressed her mouth forwards and enveloped a third of his erection.
She felt its heat on her tongue and against the insides of her bulging cheeks, which she promptly made concave from the intensity of her sucking. The acceptance of the upper part of his cock had eased his foreskin all the way back behind his bloated and hot crown, yet her immediate and hard suctioning pulled at it, rolling it backward over the ridge of his crown. The back and forth was making him moan in pleasure.

The Nurse was suddenly beginning to feel left out and the more he watched Druuna's broad and creamy ass swaying forward and back in time to her firmly bobbing head, the more he felt it, like a burning within him. That was it, he wanted in and he was going to take what he wanted. Tank probably wouldn't care, they'd shared whore’s before when the opportunity arose. And the woman, well she was just a woman. Besides, she looked like the kind of slut who opened her legs for anyone anyhow, just for a bit of serum or food or clothes or protection. Her cunt would probably be loose and gaping and no fun at all. But still…

Druuna pushed upward with her tongue, pressing the cock against the roof of her mouth, testing the hardness of the shaft between her tongue and palette. Intently careful of her teeth all the while. She returned to sucking while she started a firm manual teasing of his scrotum with her free hand.
"That's it... Good... Yes... Yes... Like that...!
Tank was now moaning and growling constantly. His hands pulled at her soft brown hair, holding her pressed firmly in place so she was unable to slide her mouth off him once she'd taken some additional. She could only go deeper down his cock.
  "Ahhh... You know how to do it... That's great..."
After a few more seconds, Druuna pressed her mouth deeper and took his cock right back to the entrance to her throat, plugging the arch though not passing beyond it. With her cheeks hollowed from forceful sucking and her tongue working voraciously on his bulging and prominently veined underside, she started to slide her head back and forth, pistoning his cock in and out of her mouth. Her saliva was liberally pouring down his shaft until it pooled over her tightly clenched fist that clamped the base of his length. With only half his cock accepted past her lips. She kept this up while Tank grunted his pleasure, moaning squirming within her hot, wet touch.
Her timing was as perfect as always. She sucked and sucked on him, working his balls and his hardness in perfect unison, until he was straining at the very edge of climax, and then she pressed him right into her vicelike throat and sucked the last three inches past her lips taking him to the root.
"MHHHHHHH!" Tank grunted loudly.
The nurse sighed. Typical. He had waited too long. And it wouldn’t do to hang around any one spot for too long. A passing soldier platoon or Priest and they’d be done for. He had missed his opportunity for some fun.
Druuna clamped her throat around Tank's hard crown and pulled her mouth back until he popped out of her throat, an audible uncorking. She felt his inner thighs quivering against her forearms and his cock stiffened further against her bloated cheeks and stretched lips. She plunged him into her throat again, dragging his foreskin back and pulling at it with her throat muscles to that it strained at full retraction. Then she forced him out and then back into her throat a second time and gobbled at his crown, caressing his shaft with well-trained oesophagus muscles.
"A... AH... AH..." He grunted and moaned at her hot, professional oral caresses.
Druuna popped him back and the ploughed him deep in one last time, shuffling her lips forward, replacing her tightly clamping fist with increased suctioning so she could accept every inch of cock flesh into her mouth and throat. Pressure from full lips and her tongue kept his urethra cinched shut, keeping his cum trapped until she was ready for it. A sweet, passive-aggressive torture
One final technique would finish this one and for all. Druuna reached beneath Tank's high, clenched scrotum. She searched out his sphincter and forced a self-manicured finger up into his rectum, pushing as deep as she could manage.
"AHHHHHH." Tank yelled, his whole body tensing.
It was time, she couldn't hold him back any longer and she absolutely had no desire to. She started to bob her head again, rapidly masturbating his helmet with her throat, while her lips, tongue and sucking, slicked saliva and raw suction up and down his bloated length.
Tank yelled again through gritted teeth. He pointlessly forced her face hard against his crotch, though she was already sucking on as much cock as he possessed, and started to hammer his hips upwards into her face while his balls began to empty.
"H...H... H... HHHHHHH."
His loud, guttural wheezes came in time his pelvic shoves, that mashed Druuna's nose and rocked her backwards on her heels. Only his hand in her hair stopped her from falling back.
Releasing the grip that kept his urethra closed, she held him in her throat and let him erupt, pumping his thick, hot seed straight into her oesophagus. She continued to swallow but it was as much to tease his fat pumping cock as it was to drink down his viscous pearlescent jizz. She was not really surprised by the amount of cum she had to drink either, it was more than she'd expected but not more than Schastar usually gave her... Back when he was normal.
"Come on Tank. Cut her throat. It's getting late!" The Nurse whined.
Finally, groaning, Tank let go of her head and slapped her face away from him, his cock whipped from her mouth. She looked like a sword swallower, he mused, then laughed as the last few spurts of his heady jism burst from his cock head, spewing all over her face and into her hair. He gripped his drool dripping cock in one fist and aimed the last of his drooling seed for her long-lashed eyes and slack, full lipped mouth. Druuna had the good sense and experience to keep her eyes closed.
"That's enough." Tank said finally.
He was done. He wiped off his saliva and cum slick cock on her stained off-white top and then eased his wilted shaft back into his tight-fitting trousers. Druuna slumped back onto the hard ground and closed her eyes, feeling the complete exhaustion.
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Opening her eyes, Druuna gazed around at the pristine and stark white room she occupied. There was a vast angled window that looked onto a strange ghostly vista, a map of brilliant white pinpricks on a featureless black nothing. She'd seen that somewhere before. The name was on the tip of her tongue, though she could quite reach it.
Then the head was talking to her. The decapitated head in the clear glass box filled with, by the acrid aroma, formalin. Cables and wires emerged from the stump of a neck as well as the hairless, age wrinkled pate. It was an interesting face, handsome in its youth, now ageing, shrivelled and lined with more than its share of wrinkles. There was a full, pristine white moustache and beard, though the hair on his head was long gone, leaving behind a liver spot marked, wrinkled skull, a second forest of connecting cables and jack plugs.
The expressive eyes were alive and glistening though rheumy and heavy with age and exhaustion. All of the wires and cables stretched backwards to connect to the vast computer system that took up all the space behind him. Him... Lewis.
The lost word sprang from the tip of her tongue at last. The window looked out onto 'space' the endless vacuum. The Universe. And they were in the middle of it. travelling through it.
This wasn't a city at all. It was a Starship, huge and self-sufficient, that had been called 'The City'.
They were floating through space with no way to escape. Nowhere to escape the spread of the 'Evil'.
The head was talking to her.
"...Behind all this is the central computer... The explosion is about to happen... 'The City', our great Starship... All will perish... The tower of power Druuna... Don't forget it."

And then the dreams faded and Druuna slept on, unburdened. At least for a time.
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