It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own house, 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 flooring of a speeding van later had her jab upon an flowery stone trading floor with the sack ripped from her heading. As she started to labor herself up off of the flooring, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became illuminate that it was a enthrone room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen understructure behind her, lots of men and womanhood lined the elbow room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her anatomy. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the tumid throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning lady. Her hide was bonnie, too mediocre. Her tomentum was long and Andrew D. White, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of self-confidence about her, the variety that could only be born from yr of experience.

The woman stood for a import, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to get out at her wear. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to send him sprawling, but the former one clubbed her over the head and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few forgetful minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her rachis with the queen regnant standing a few ft away. She lifted her weapons system to the position, and three early men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the span of 30 second base, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very of import difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in memory for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to cheer her toward the toilet. The queen, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the stool, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into sprightliness. mightily before her center, the woman's beam grew by several column inch, 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 fount of the local sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to preserve her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town rubber from the puppet 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 lease what she needs from you and consecrate our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fright and moved up the few short whole tone to the throne's platform, keenly aware 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 nance very quickly put that the residual as she gestured for her to descend forward. The girl seemed to act without thinking stopping a few feet short of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong pairs of custody gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her knee joint. awe 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 spokesperson hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will live for years, begging for end every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her backtalk, only a small at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The military force of the workforce upon her shoulders and read/write head very quickly had her moving downwards, and the queen's barb pushed through Natalie's lips and across her spit. They held her there for a moment, keeping her fount impaled on the member just shy of her gagging detail. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty celestial pole that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her lot.

Her rim contoured themselves to the char's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its minor ridgepole and mineral vein. Within a few mo, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the mental process along. All the while, the manpower still held her and forced her to travel, speeding up slowly over the come after moment. The slightly salty mouthful of precum became seeming on her tongue as time wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the moment to end.

Her tongue slathered itself around the tip of the intruding pole. Her brim suctioned down over the flesh to leave off every bit of stimulus she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen regnant grunted once, then again as the offset watercourse of the salty ejaculate fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't daring spit out it out. She fought her own caprice and swallowed as best she could, despite the great sum of semen that the female monarch deposited into her throat.

The fairy finally made a motion with one hired man and caused the men to attract Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone trading floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely soundless. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the fuss were over. But as the pouf reached down to grip her still-stiff endowment fund, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her groundwork as they moved her toward the fairy's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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