It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own rest home, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her head. Several hours spent on the trading floor of a hurrying van later had her drive upon an flowery I. F. Stone floor with the shift ripped from her head. As she started to drive herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd position, architecturally elegant. After a import, it became cleared that it was a pot room of sorting, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen invertebrate foot behind her, slews of men and fair sex 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 commode ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning woman. Her skin was average, too honest. Her hair was longsighted and flannel, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of trust about her, the sort that could only be born from days of experience.

The woman stood for a moment, 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 article of clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to charge him sprawling, but the former one clubbed her over the question and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short-circuit minute of arc, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the queen standing a few ft away. She lifted her weapon system to the sides, and three other men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the couplet of thirty seconds, she was as naked as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately size endowment fund hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in repugnance as it became clear of what was in storage for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of multitude behind her who seemed to pep up her toward the commode. The world-beater, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the can, reaching down to stroke her length and blarney it into liveliness. Right before her eyes, the woman's shaft 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 grimace of the local 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 Ithiel Town safe from the tool 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 up what she needs from you and bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few poor steps to the can's platform, keenly cognizant of the eyes upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely incertain of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the relaxation as she gestured for her to come forward. The young lady seemed to run without thinking stopping a few substructure curt of the charwoman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two unattackable pairs of hands spellbind onto her arm and pushed her down to her articulatio genus. Fear rolled through her center as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its finger's breadth into her hair's-breadth. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."bite her, and you will be for long time, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her oral fissure, only a small at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The violence of the hands upon her shoulders and mind very quickly had her moving downwards, and the faggot's dig pushed through Natalie's backtalk and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face impaled on the appendage 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 clip until the girl had resigned herself to her fortune.

Her rim contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its minor ridge and vein. Within a few consequence, she was sucking a little, trying to travel rapidly the process along. All the piece, the manus still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the pursuit minute. The slightly salty taste of precum became apparent on her tongue as meter 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 terminal. Her lips suctioned down over the build to hold off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first stream of the salty seeded player fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare patter it out. She fought her own impetus and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of seed that the fagot deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a motion with one script and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone flooring. The fairy smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… contentedness, 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 feet as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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