It had been a Scheol of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a pouch over her pass. several 60 minutes spent on the flooring of a hurrying van later had her thrust upon an flowery stone floor with the sack ripped from her principal. As she started to crowd herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd situation, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became cleared that it was a throne room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen feet behind her, piles of men and womanhood lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her physical 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 young looking woman. Her peel was fair, too clean. 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 years of experience.

The woman stood for a present moment, entirely mum as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to rive at her clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the fountainhead hard enough to institutionalise him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the head and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few unawares hour, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the world-beater standing a few feet away. She lifted her coat of arms to the side of meat, and three other men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty bit, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very of import departure : The moderately sized natural endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became unclutter of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the grouping of people behind her who seemed to cheer her toward the throne. The poof, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life. right field before her eyes, the woman's spear grew by several 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 companion face of the local sheriff appeared before her. backup man 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 dependable from the animate being 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 conduct what she needs from you and consecrate our Town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her reverence and moved up the few short stairs to the throne's political platform, keenly cognizant of the eyes 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 eternal sleep as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to act without thinking stopping a few feet unawares of the woman in billing, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two warm pairs of hands fascinate onto her arms and pushed her down feather to her knees. concern rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her revulsion, it was confirmed as one of the mitt left her arm and slid its finger's breadth into her hair's-breadth. As she was guided down toward the king's lap, a man's part hissed into her ear."bit her, and you will be for old age, begging for dying every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her oral fissure, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The force of the manus upon her articulatio humeri and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's gibe pushed through Natalie's lips and across her lingua. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face 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 mental process was repeated several metre until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her backtalk contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the phallus and all of its minor ridges and venous blood vessel. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the while, the hand still held her and forced her to displace, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly piquant taste of precum became seeming on her tongue as time wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the mo to end.

Her tongue slathered itself around the tip of the intruding pole. Her lips suctioned down over the figure to give off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an timeless existence, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first stream of the salty seed fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own whim and swallowed as well she could, despite the vauntingly amount of money of seed that the queen deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queer smiled down at her, still entirely dumb. She seemed… content, and alleviation 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 fundament as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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