It had been a hell 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 carrier bag over her principal. Several minute spent on the trading floor of a hurrying van later had her poke upon an ornate stone storey with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to labor herself up off of the base, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became realize that it was a stool room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen feet behind her, dozen of men and cleaning lady lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her conformation. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the expectant throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly untested looking woman. Her skin was bazaar, too average. Her pilus was long and white-hot, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the form that could only be born from days of experience.

The woman stood for a instant, entirely unsounded as she looked over the womanhood upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to rive at her wear. Natalie fought back as topper she could clocking one of them in the foreland hard enough to send him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the caput and black ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her binding with the queen standing a few feet away. She lifted her blazon to the sides, and three other men began to pull off her wearable as well. In the span of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important divergence : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became pass of what was in depot for her, but she was turned around quickly by the grouping of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The queen regnant, 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. good before her eyes, the adult female's tool grew by various in, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this meter, she was grabbed by the arms from two of the bystanders, and the familiar face of the local anesthetic sheriff appeared before her. stand-in 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 shoulder idly, then moved around behind her to whisper into her ear."Go and see her. She will take what she needs from you and bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her awe and moved up the few short stone's throw to the toilet's platform, keenly mindful of the centre 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 mole rat very quickly put that the relaxation as she gestured for her to come forward. The girlfriend seemed to make a motion without thinking stopping a few feet unforesightful of the woman in boot, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two unattackable pair of custody gripped onto her blazonry and pushed her down to her genu. awe rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the paw left her arm and slid its fingers into her fuzz. As she was guided down toward the tabby's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."collation her, and you will live for years, begging for death every instant of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a fiddling at first, then the woman's tip was against her back talk. The force of the manus upon her articulatio humeri and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the fag's lance pushed through Natalie's backtalk and across her clapper. They held her there for a mo, keeping her face impaled on the member 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 respective metre until the fille had resigned herself to her portion.

Her lips contoured themselves to the charwoman'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 little, trying to bucket along the process along. All the piece, the mitt still held her and forced her to motivate, speeding up slowly over the following minute of arc. The slightly salty penchant of precum became apparent on her spit as sentence wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the moment to end.

Her glossa slathered itself around the tip of the intruding pole. Her lips suctioned down over the soma to give off every bit of stimulus she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first gear stream of the salty semen 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 best she could, despite the large sum of seed that the world-beater deposited into her throat.

The fag finally made a apparent movement with one hired man and caused the men to pluck Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The poove smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen reached down to grapple her still-stiff endowment, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her substructure as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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