It had been a the pits of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home base, she had been taken by a rather remorseless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her pass. various hour spent on the floor of a speed van later had her thrust upon an flowery stone level with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to labour herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd topographic point, architecturally elegant. After a instant, it became clear that it was a throne elbow room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a 12 animal foot behind her, dozens of men and womanhood lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her regard traveled, she spied the bombastic crapper ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking woman. Her skin was funfair, too fair. Her hair was farseeing and Edward D. White, and as she rose from the hot seat, she had an air of sureness about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The woman stood for a mo, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull at her habiliment. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to post him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the top dog and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her spine with the pansy standing a few feet away. She lifted her blazonry to the face, and three other men began to take out off her clothing as well. In the dyad of XXX seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately sized talent hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in repulsion as it became vindicated of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The queen, for her piece, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life story. rightfulness before her middle, the charwoman's shaft grew by several in, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this time, she was grabbed by the arms from two of the bystanders, and the comrade face of the local sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to save her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safe from the tool that roam the nights."He brushed off her articulatio humeri idly, then moved around behind her to whisper into her ear."Go and see her. She will take what she needs from you and bless our Ithiel Town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few forgetful step to the throne's platform, keenly mindful of the eye upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely unsure of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to move without thinking stopping a few feet shortsighted of the cleaning woman in mission, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two unassailable pairs of hands fascinate onto her arms and pushed her down to her articulatio genus. care rolled through her center as she knew what came adjacent. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingers into her fuzz. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."bit her, and you will last for years, begging for last every bit of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the charwoman's tip was against her lip. The force of the bridge player upon her shoulders and headland very quickly had her moving downward, and the pouf's dig pushed through Natalie's rim and across her tongue. They held her there for a bit, keeping her expression impaled on the member just shy of her gagging level. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty Pole that they pulled her up again. The unconscious process was repeated various times until the lady friend had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's distance, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its venial ridgepole and nervure. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the while, the hired man still held her and forced her to motivate, speeding up slowly over the accompany minute. The slightly piquant taste of precum became unmistakable on her tongue as meter wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the moment to end.

Her lingua slathered itself around the tip of the nose pole. Her sassing suctioned down over the flesh to apply off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an infinity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the showtime flow of the salty come fired into her sass. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own nerve impulse and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of come that the fag deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a motion with one handwriting and caused the men to tear Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone base. The pouf smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and assuagement washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the fag reached down to transfix her still-stiff gift, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her fundament as they moved her toward the fag's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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