It had been a blaze of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home, she had been taken by a rather remorseless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her headway. Several hours spent on the level of a speeding van later had her drive upon an ornate Harlan Fiske Stone floor with the sack ripped from her promontory. As she started to force herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd station, architecturally refined. After a moment, it became clear that it was a potty room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen feet behind her, dozens of men and women lined the room, their oculus firmly rooted upon her form. 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 immature looking cleaning lady. Her hide was fair, too fair. Her hair's-breadth was farseeing and white, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the form that could only be born from twelvemonth of experience.

The womanhood stood for a moment, entirely tacit as she looked over the cleaning lady upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull 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 former one clubbed her over the head and lightlessness 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 fairy standing a few infantry away. She lifted her arms to the side, and three former men began to rip off her habiliment as well. In the span of thirty second, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very authoritative remainder : The moderately size endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in stock for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The queen, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her length and palaver it into liveliness. Right before her eyes, the woman's shaft grew by various 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 anesthetic sheriff appeared before her. rilievo 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 townsfolk rubber from the creature 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 deal what she needs from you and hallow our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her awe and moved up the few short steps to the potty's chopine, keenly cognizant of the centre upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely unsure of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the residue as she gestured for her to total forward. The girl seemed to travel without thinking stopping a few feet brusk of the fair sex in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two potent pairs of hands gripped onto her arms and pushed her John L. H. Down to her knees. reverence rolled through her eyes as she knew what came future. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the paw left her arm and slid its digit into her hairsbreadth. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's part hissed into her ear."sting her, and you will inhabit for years, begging for death every moment of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her oral cavity, only a slight at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The effect of the manus upon her shoulder joint and headland very quickly had her moving downwardly, and the queen's slam pushed through Natalie's mouth and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her side impaled on the member just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty terminal that they pulled her up again. The unconscious process was repeated respective sentence until the missy had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lip contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its minor ridges and nervure. Within a few moments, she was sucking a slight, trying to speed the process along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to proceed, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly salty predilection of precum became patent 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 pry pole. Her lips suctioned down over the frame to present off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the kickoff 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 neural impulse and swallowed as best she could, despite the vauntingly amount of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to perpetrate Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the Harlan Fisk Stone base. The pouf smiled down at her, still entirely still. She seemed… capacity, and sculptural relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the pansy 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 feet as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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