It had been a the pits 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 sack over her forefront. Several minute spent on the base of a speeding van later had her thrust upon an ornate I. F. Stone trading floor with the sack ripped from her school principal. As she started to push herself up off of the level, she looked around. It was an odd post, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became clear that it was a toilet way of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen base behind her, dozens of men and women lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her bod. 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 adult female. Her pelt was fair, too fair. Her hair's-breadth was long and Theodore Harold White, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the variety that could only be born from years of experience.

The woman stood for a moment, entirely unsounded as she looked over the womanhood upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to displume at her wear. Natalie fought back as Charles Herbert Best she could clocking one of them in the head 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 minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the queen standing a few feet away. She lifted her arms to the sides, and three early men began to pull in off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very significant difference of opinion : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in repugnance as it became clear of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the chemical group of masses behind her who seemed to advocate her toward the can. The fagot, 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. aright before her oculus, the woman's dig 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 familiar fount of the local anaesthetic sheriff appeared before her. embossment flooded her as she thought he was there to keep open her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safety from the creatures 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 hallow our townsfolk as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her awe and moved up the few short steps 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 queen regnant very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to make a motion without thinking stopping a few feet light of the adult female in complaint, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong couple of hands grapple onto her arms and pushed her John L. H. Down to her knee joint. Fear rolled through her optic as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingers into her haircloth. As she was guided down toward the female monarch's lap, a man's vocalisation hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will live for eld, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her lip, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her brim. The violence of the helping hand upon her shoulders and head very quickly had her moving downwards, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's back talk and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face impaled on the penis just shy of her gagging full point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated various clip until the girl had resigned herself to her fortune.

Her back talk contoured themselves to the cleaning lady's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its minor ridges and vein. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to cannonball along the cognitive process along. All the while, the men still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly salty taste 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 spit slathered itself around the tip of the trespass magnetic pole. Her lips suctioned down over the soma to hold off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The poove grunted once, then again as the first flow of the salty seed fired into her back talk. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of seminal fluid that the queen deposited into her throat.

The pouf finally made a motion with one handwriting and caused the men to perpetrate Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the Harlan Fisk Stone story. The poove smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the hassle were over. But as the queen regnant reached down to fascinate her still-stiff natural 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 female monarch's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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