It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own place, she had been taken by a rather unpitying duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a dismissal over her pass. respective hours spent on the floor of a speed van later had her thrust upon an ornate Stone base with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to labour herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became enlighten that it was a pot elbow room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen metrical unit behind her, piles of men and adult female lined the elbow room, their oculus firmly rooted upon her pattern. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her regard traveled, she spied the big toilet ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning woman. Her skin was fair, too fairly. Her pilus was tenacious 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 class of experience.

The woman stood for a minute, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to rive at her clothing. Natalie fought back as Best she could clocking one of them in the pass hard enough to charge 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 female monarch standing a few feet away. She lifted her arms to the face, and three other men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the couplet of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very crucial difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the potty. The pansy, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the toilet, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life-time. Right before her eyes, the woman's prick grew by several inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this metre, she was grabbed by the weapon system from two of the bystanders, and the familiar brass of the local sheriff appeared before her. succour 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 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 ingest what she needs from you and bless our townspeople as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few dead steps to the commode's platform, keenly aware of the center upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely unsealed of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to come forward. The daughter seemed to locomote without thinking stopping a few foot short of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two stiff dyad of hands gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her knees. Fear rolled through her centre as she knew what came next. To her repulsion, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingers into her whisker. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will last for twelvemonth, begging for death every arcminute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her oral fissure, only a fiddling at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The strength of the hands upon her shoulders and header very quickly had her moving down, and the queen's diaphysis pushed through Natalie's lips and across her glossa. They held her there for a moment, keeping her brass impaled on the member just shy of her gagging dot. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty celestial pole that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated respective metre until the missy had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the cleaning lady's length, sliding over the outside of the phallus and all of its minor ridgeline and mineral vein. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to hurry the cognitive operation along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to propel, 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 moment to end.

Her spit slathered itself around the tip of the obtrude terminal. Her rim suctioned down over the flesh to give off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an infinity, it paid off. The queen mole rat grunted once, then again as the first 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 impulses and swallowed as undecomposed she could, despite the large amount of semen that the poof deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a movement with one hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the Isidor Feinstein Stone floor. The fairy smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… subject, and ministration washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen reached down to transfix her still-stiff talent, 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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