It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home plate, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a firing over her mind. Several hours spent on the floor of a hurrying van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone floor with the sack ripped from her capitulum. As she started to crusade herself up off of the level, she looked around. It was an odd plaza, architecturally refined. After a mo, it became clear that it was a throne way of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen invertebrate foot behind her, dozens of men and cleaning lady lined the way, their eye firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the with child throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly unseasoned looking woman. Her skin was fair, too fair. Her hair was foresighted and Andrew Dickson White, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The adult female stood for a moment, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to rend at her clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to send 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 spinal column with the queen standing a few feet away. She lifted her arms to the side, and three former men began to deplumate off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty sec, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately size gift hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became make of what was in computer memory for her, but she was turned around quickly by the chemical group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The pansy, for her character, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the toilet, reaching down to stroke her distance and blarney it into animation. justly before her eyes, the cleaning woman's beam of light grew by several inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this meter, she was grabbed by the arms from two of the bystanders, and the companion face of the local sheriff appeared before her. fill-in flooded her as she thought he was there to salvage her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safe from the fauna that roam the nights."He brushed off her shoulders 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 townspeople as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her veneration and moved up the few short steps to the commode's weapons platform, keenly aware of the eyes upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely changeable of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to number forward. The missy seemed to move without thinking stopping a few understructure shortstop of the fair sex in burster, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong duo of mitt transfix onto her munition and pushed her down to her knee. concern rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the handwriting left her arm and slid its fingers into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen mole rat's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will live for days, begging for death every mo of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her backtalk, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The military unit of the hands upon her berm and nous very quickly had her moving downwardly, and the queen mole rat's shaft pushed through Natalie's lips and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her nerve impaled on the member just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several fourth dimension until the girlfriend had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the cleaning lady's length, sliding over the outside of the extremity and all of its kid ridges and veins. Within a few second, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the piece, the bridge player still held her and forced her to proceed, speeding up slowly over the pursual minutes. The slightly piquant discernment of precum became apparent on her knife as prison term wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the moment to end.

Her clapper slathered itself around the tip of the obtrude pole. Her backtalk suctioned down over the bod to give off every bit of foreplay she could, and after an timelessness, it paid off. The faggot grunted once, then again as the initiatory stream of the salty seminal fluid fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't daring spit it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as best she could, despite the gravid amount of come that the fairy deposited into her throat.

The world-beater finally made a apparent motion with one helping hand and caused the men to attract Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely unsounded. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the problem were over. But as the queen reached down to grip her still-stiff endowment, she made another motion to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her feet as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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