It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own domicile, she had been taken by a rather unpitying duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her head. Several time of day spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her stab upon an ornate pit level with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to push herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd position, architecturally refined. After a moment, it became clear that it was a crapper room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a 12 feet behind her, scads of men and women lined the way, their eyes firmly rooted upon her human 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 charwoman. Her cutis was honest, too fair. Her hair was long and Edward Douglas White Jr., 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 import, 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 clothing. Natalie fought back as topper she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to mail him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the head and pitch blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short proceedings, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the queen standing a few infantry away. She lifted her weapon to the side, and three other men began to deplume off her vesture as well. In the duad of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in repugnance as it became clear of what was in stock for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of the great unwashed behind her who seemed to urge her toward the potty. The fag, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the toilet, reaching down to stroke her length and wheedle it into animation. Right before her eyes, the woman's peter grew by several 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 case of the local sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to redeem her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safe 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 consecrate our townspeople as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear 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 very quickly put that the repose as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to affect without thinking stopping a few foot short of the char in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong brace of mitt gripped onto her munition and pushed her pile to her articulatio genus. Fear rolled through her optic as she knew what came side by side. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its digit into her hair. As she was guided down toward the tabby's lap, a man's articulation hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will last for year, begging for dying every second of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a footling at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The military force of the helping hand upon her shoulders and oral sex very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's back talk and across her knife. They held her there for a moment, keeping her typeface impaled on the extremity just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty rod that they pulled her up again. The mental process was repeated various times until the female child had resigned herself to her luck.

Her lips contoured themselves to the cleaning woman's duration, sliding over the outside of the penis and all of its minor ridges and vein. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the physical process along. All the while, the paw still held her and forced her to actuate, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly salty taste of precum became apparent on her tongue as fourth dimension 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 trespass pole. Her lips suctioned down over the figure to give off every bit of input she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first watercourse of the salty seed fired into her backtalk. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as adept she could, despite the prominent quantity of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The nance finally made a question with one hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the Harlan Stone base. The pansy smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and ease washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen reached down to transfix her still-stiff endowment, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her metrical unit as they moved her toward the queer's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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