It had been a Scheol of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own family, she had been taken by a rather pitiless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her head. several hours spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her drive upon an ornate stone base with the sack ripped from her headspring. As she started to agitate herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd seat, architecturally elegant. After a here and now, it became clear that it was a throne way of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen understructure behind her, dozens of men and charwoman lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the declamatory can ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning lady. Her cutis was honest, too fair. Her hair was recollective and white, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from old age of experience.

The woman stood for a mo, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull at her clothing. Natalie fought back as C. H. Best she could clocking one of them in the caput hard enough to send him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the head and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short instant, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the queen standing a few foot away. She lifted her munition to the sides, and three other men began to pull off her wearable as well. In the span of thirty seconds, she was as nude statue as Natalie was, except for one very important conflict : The moderately size endowment fund hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became gain of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of hoi polloi behind her who seemed to barrack her toward the can. The queen, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the pot, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life sentence. Right before her eye, the woman's shaft grew by respective inches, 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 familiar face of the topical anaesthetic sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to make unnecessary her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safe from the creatures that roam the nights."He brushed off her shoulder joint idly, then moved around behind her to whisper into her ear."Go and see her. She will remove what she needs from you and bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her care and moved up the few shortstop measure to the pot's weapons platform, keenly aware of the heart upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely uncertain of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the quietus as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to impress without thinking stopping a few understructure myopic of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong yoke of hands gripped onto her subdivision and pushed her Down to her genu. care rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingerbreadth into her hair. As she was guided down toward the pouf's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will live for years, begging for death every second of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a piddling at first, then the charwoman's tip was against her back talk. The force of the work force upon her articulatio humeri and head very quickly had her moving down, and the queen's lance pushed through Natalie's rim and across her tongue. They held her there for a consequence, keeping her fount impaled on the member just shy of her gagging point in time. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated respective meter until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its small fry rooftree and veins. Within a few moments, she was sucking a petty, trying to speed the cognitive process along. All the spell, the workforce still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the following arcminute. The slightly salty mouthful of precum became apparent on her tongue as time wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the minute to end.

Her clapper slathered itself around the tip of the intruding pole. Her lips suctioned down over the flesh to yield off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the showtime watercourse of the salty seed fired into her lip. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare ptyalize it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of semen that the nance deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a motion with one helping hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone storey. The king smiled down at her, still entirely still. She seemed… content, and rest period washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the faggot reached down to grip her still-stiff talent, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her metrical foot as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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