It had been a Hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home, she had been taken by a rather pitiless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a liberation over her head. Several minute spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone storey with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to crusade herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally refined. After a moment, it became bring in that it was a potty room of variety, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen feet behind her, wads of men and women lined the elbow room, their middle firmly rooted upon her human body. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the large throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly untried looking woman. Her skin was fair, too average. Her hair was long 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 Charles Herbert Best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to direct him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the brain and pitch blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her backrest with the queen standing a few fundament away. She lifted her arms to the slope, and three early men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty seconds, she was as au naturel as Natalie was, except for one very crucial difference : The moderately sized endowment fund hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became exonerate of what was in memory board for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to exhort her toward the throne. The female monarch, for her component part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her duration and blarney it into life. rectify before her middle, the woman's quill grew by various 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 companion face of the local sheriff appeared before her. ease 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 condom from the beast that roam the nights."He brushed off her berm 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 townsfolk as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few short steps to the throne's platform, keenly aware of the oculus 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 rest as she gestured for her to derive forward. The girlfriend seemed to actuate without thinking stopping a few metrical foot scant of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong pairs of hands transfix onto her arms and pushed her down to her knee joint. Fear rolled through her eyes 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 hair. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."pungency her, and you will inhabit for age, begging for last every mo of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the fair sex's tip was against her lips. The force play of the bridge player upon her shoulder joint and capitulum very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's scape pushed through Natalie's lips and across her tongue. They held her there for a bit, keeping her face impaled on the member just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty perch that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several clip until the fille had resigned herself to her fate.

Her backtalk contoured themselves to the cleaning woman's length, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its minor ridges and veins. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the while, the mitt still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the travel along minute. The slightly piquant taste of precum became apparent on her tongue as time wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the consequence to end.

Her natural language slathered itself around the tip of the intruding Pole. Her lips suctioned down over the anatomy to give off every bit of foreplay she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The king grunted once, then again as the outset flow of the salty seed fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare ptyalise it out. She fought her own nerve impulse and swallowed as best she could, despite the expectant amount of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a move with one deal and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The fairy smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen reached down to grip her still-stiff endowment, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her foot as they moved her toward the fagot's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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