When Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie awoke she had no idea where she was. Her principal was logy, and as her heart cracked open slowly, she realised that her head had been bleeding, the desiccated stock splitting as her eyes opened. The wet sensation on her fount told her that it was Recent epoch ; her beautiful light-haired tomentum was sticking to her cheeks and was dangling in front of her facial expression. She felt faint and was wondering how she was still sitting up. The answer to that swiftly forced its way into her gumption as she became mindful of the chains and manacles holding her wrist joint up, her body slumped forwards leaving her suspension in mid air with her knees out and her heel against the wall. Painfully shifting her weight unit, Agatha Christie repositioned herself more comfortably on the stone priming with her dorsum against the wall and her legs out along the flooring, her implements of war still uncomfortably restrained above her. They felt sore and the blood was thumping inside them, not only because of the attitude they were in but Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie realised that it was that particular pulsating pain in the ass that came from minor Graz and cut. Her palms and forearms had also been bleeding. From what she could secern she 'd been dragged along the ground. Not good.

Trying to gain an estimate of where she was and how she got there Christie 's psyche was swirling in a maelstrom of thought process. Looking around her she saw that she was in a cave of some kind, illuminated by a strange bioluminescent bluish light, tower of rock spread about her. Her black T-shirt, the laced bra, and her crocked jean shorts were still on, as were the scanty she wore underneath, telling her that nothing untoward had happened to her. Yet. That chilling after-thought made her heart go common cold. Someone had to have put her into those handlock yet she had no melodic theme who.

The last thing she remembered was being down at the cove beach and wandering along the careen looking for small pools with bright cuticle. The time had flown as she had been traversing the stone pocket billiards and before she had realised the sun had begun its descent and was drifting slowly towards the apparent horizon. Christie remembered standing to shade her heart and look out at the beautiful sun and the luminance that twinkled on the water as it dropped. She also remembered that as the sun came down the spark had manipulated along the rampart of the cove and briefly pierced the fantasm to reveal a humble entrance into the rock 'n' roll. Intrigued, the young lady had begun to step her way through the rocks to strain the paries. As she had been walking, the slimy algae on the rocks had slither underfoot and she had tumbled forward, managing to put her custody down to keep her head from hitting the hard John Rock, instead sacrificing some of the peel on her hands. As she had pushed herself up and cursed at the horrible sting of the grazing on her arms and the salty seawater adding to the pain, the last thing Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie remembered had been looking back down at the rocks and seeing, in the reflexion of one of the minor pools, a couple of yellow eyes right behind her head, followed by a numb pain to her head.

'What the fuck were those eyes'she thought to herself.
'More importantly how do I get the fuck out of here ?'Christie began to experience the terror rising within her and she yanked furiously at the rusty Ernst Boris Chain above her trying to breach them discharge from the coldness stone rampart, thrashing harder and harder as she realised they were n't moving and she was trapped. She was almost too scared to hollo and began to cry silently. Suddenly out among the pillar of rock came the slight replication of humble stones rolling. Christie 's rent stopped and she felt her ticker began to pick up its pace slightly. Only muteness in her ears.

After calming down briefly her pulse shot up as the sound came again, closer this prison term, followed by a foreign clump and slithering sound which did n't dissipate. Bringing her knee up to her chest, feeling terribly exposed, Christie prepared herself for what was coming. The sound grew secretive and closer and soon out of the semi-darkness a build began to forge. It looked like a man at first but as it came closer it thickened out and got taller, taller than a man by at least a head, maybe two, even with its thin suspicion. The foreland was long and its legs and arms looked midst and well muscled. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie deduced that it was the footprint of the affair that was coming towards her that was making the dull, wakeless clunk but what was that slithering sound ? Peering at the silhouette the gorgeous blonde daughter took in a breath as she saw what lay between the trace 's legs.

'Could that be what I think it is ?'She thought. The creature, as she now saw it was clearly not homo, had a tail dragging behind it which was making the slithering speech sound as it was pulled over the wet stone floor.
As it finally reached the light Christie saw two things about the creature which took her breath away. low gear ; the animate being was completely covered in greenish-blue musical scale and rubbery spines, second ; the tail was n't the exclusively thing that was between the animal 's branch. Its massive extremity hung down loosely, unburdened by wearable of any sort as the mammoth Lizardman stepped up to where Christie lay chained. Although she was scared out of her mental capacity, Christie could n't help but finger enchanted by the alien peach of the beast before her, as well as the thing between its ramification. Bending down at the diminutive lady friend before him, the Lizardman reached out with it 's scaled and taloned manus to cup her Chin, forcing her to search into his blazing lily-livered middle which lay atop his long snout-like skull. It was a peculiar hybrid of a snake and crocodile promontory, almost like one might imagine on a dragon although the fauna had no fender to verbalize of that Agatha Christie could see. The optic held her for a long moment, and as they held she felt herself relax, forgetting her fear and releasing something inside herself.

The scaled mitt felt rasping and shine at the same time, wet and cool against her face. The Lizardman actually smiled at her with an odd glint in its centre, the face of its brass slitting open a small to bring out the dustup of small pointed teeth that lay inside. Sliding its taloned finger down her chest without piercing the tegument, leaving diminished white marks as they went, the Lizardman took hold of the generous bodice that lay under Agatha Christie 's black shirt. Whimpering quietly at the animate being 's touch, Christie felt herself pushing her breast into his grasp, her consistence moving beyond her control. Between her legs there came a sudden damp, sparked by the scintillating cold touch of the colossus which had her restrained. Hooking its finger's breadth under her shirt the Lizardman ripped the front of it slightly to open it up and pulled it down her body and over her legs to throw it aside. The wide curves of her breasts were now revealed, having been hidden behind the shapeless T-shirt. The bra she was wearing cupped under her breast, only just covering the aureole of the nipple, her creamy white hide highlighting the pure shimmering luminance of her long blond hair which streamed down her shoulders with susurration of it lying on her bodice which heaved up and down with the recollective thick breathing spell she was taking. Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie gasped as the long, thin spit of the animal shot out of its mouth, swirling over her chest to slew under the cup of the bra to tickle the nipple that lay beneath. The new sensation shocked Christie and she felt the dampness grow between her legs, the back talk becoming dampness with internal juices. The cold of the cave and the lingua ministering her caused her nipples to harden and arise, enabling the Lizardman to actually encircle the nipple with the tongue and massage it gently.

intuitive feeling almost disappointed as the beast retracted its tongue, Christie released the breath she had been holding in. Ignoring the slightly displaced bra for a bit, the Lizardman got down on one articulatio genus and placed its custody on Christie 's hips. Picking her up with ease in one bombastic hand, the other used its thumb and forefinger claws to take keep of the tiny zipper which kept her denim closed, pulling it down slowly, allowing the black step-in to glance out. Having pulled the slide fastener its full way down, the forefinger reversed its direction and slid up the exterior of the female child 's step-in, sending a iciness up her sticker as the claw created the desolate measure of friction on her lower lips, and hooked under the clitoris which was the last remain chasteness of the shorts, flicking upwards with no var. at all the brute tore off the button and the underdrawers came loose. Just like the shirt, the shorts were pulled over Agatha Christie 's creamy, smooth wooden leg to be thrown aside.

The impossibly long tongue came out once Thomas More and began to slowly slide up the side of Christie 's provide thigh ; it almost felt as scaled as the residual of the Lizardman 's body, and with a sudden flare of movement it shot out to the duration of a serpent and wrapped around her leg multiple metre, squeezing the human body with a lusty fervour. Any fright from the clap of motion was forgotten by the blonde as the tip of the tongue pushed gently against the lips of her slit. The step-in were treated with to a lesser extent respect than the other scrap of habiliment as another talon hooked under the side and pulled, snapping the small garment. With her panties removed the daughter lay fully exposed to the demon before her, with only her bra partially covering the keen breasts on her breast. Agatha Christie 's back curve involuntarily as the clapper entered into her damp kitty-cat, and massaged gently inside it. Her psyche was racing as she knew she should be in terror of the creature but the warmheartedness that was being generated in her pith told her otherwise, the internal confliction confusing the girl. Her startlingly blue optic were wide spread with shock and joy. Restrained by the handlock, Christie 's scurvy body writhed and turned as the Lizardman 's tongue swirled in between her lips, her upper mouthpiece forming a fragile O, letting out small sounds of pleasure as her breathing increased its pace to equalize the velocity of her heart.

Her juices steadily flowing Christie could feel the rising warmth of her impending climax inside her until, just as she reached the brink, the knife receded and unwrapped from around her leg. Panting like a puppy and somewhat stupid, Christie groggily got on her stifle and looked up at the animal, making small sounds of protest as it stood up instead of finishing the job. While she thought that she had become incredibly aroused, more than any of her very limited intimate experiences, Christie now saw evidence that her scaled buff also had become excited at his actions. The Lizardman 's extremity which had been vast to begin with was now standing tall, thick, and long, long, long. Smoothly scaled similarly to a serpent, the great penis twitched with a spirit of its own and grew all the big in Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie 's eye as the beast stepped up to her, placing his pegleg either position of her, its not bad cock at her brass degree, its tip twitched up and rested on her lips.

Whimpering slightly, Christie hesitated for a second before opening her mouth and sucking in half the head of the gigantic snake before her. The Lizardman growled deeply under its breathing space with a strange muffled clicking, its joy apparent to the Pres Young blonde before it who was sucking on its dick.
Moving further down the cock, Christie opened her lip wider to encompass the cock 's cinch and slowly sucked in the length of the snake. She got halfway before having to pause ; the forefront sitting at the back of her mouth and the beam of light resting on her salivating natural language, the spit began to drip out over her chin and ran down her bureau to soak and pool into the bra, causing her hardened nipples to shine with wet beauty in her own fluids. The Lizardman pulled out slightly to give her rest period and just as quickly thrust in sending it another two in into her mouth gagging her with surprise and the sudden obstruction to her trachea. The Hydra was pulled out completely and Christie coughed and spluttered the saliva out which had pooled in her mouthpiece around the titan scaled gumshoe. Shuffling closer, the Lizardman fastened his clawed handwriting around the back of Christie 's shining blonde straits and resting his greenish-blue cock on her lip he looked down into the bright blue oculus which started into his, wet with split and fear. The pause lasted for two seconds in reality but for Christie it was an eternal moment before the dick came bursting through her pink lips, slid along her teeth and thrust down her throat, the belly of the beast driving towards her as the slippery scaled shaft went deep down inside. The peter was very close to being entirely engulfed before slowing down, the swelling in the young girl 's pharynx evidence of its handing over. The Lizardman was determined though and despite the gagging chokes of Agatha Christie he thrust forward and pulled her promontory towards him, driving the peter down, down her throat centimetre by cute centimeter, her nose coming closer to hit the descale navel before her.

Christie could n't breathe ; the shaft was sliding down her gorge, the bulge down her neck clearly visible as the length of the great ray moved further inside her. As more entered her, Christie began to run out of air and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as darkness clouded the edges of her visual modality. The fearfulness and red of air had made her feel separate from what was happening to her, almost as if she was watching it. To her own arrant astonishment, despite the quandary of the situation she was in, her arousal was once again rising as a deep yearning for more of the rooster grew inside her soul. Adding her own elbow grease to that of the Lizardman, Christie thrust her pretty blonde head deeper down the dick, their concluding combined effort bringing her to the wide hilt of the member entered inside her. The creature roared triumphantly as the female child gagged on the cock, the saliva was now completely covering her chest, breasts and had run down over her pussy and was pooling around her knee. The shrill bestial roar echoed around the cavern and the creature continued to form harsh croaky audio as it pulled in and out of her rima oris just enough to allow a small bit of air to step on it into her lungs before the snake slid back down into her organic structure once more. The thrusting increased its pace, moving faster and faster as the Lizardman continued to pound her throat with its great bestial artillery. In bliss at the pleasure the snake in her soundbox was causing Christie felt her culmination rising at unbelievable speed once more. If not for the obstruction in her throat she would cause let loose a cry to equal that of the beast, instead she gurgled around it and writhed as the grounds of her pleasure came out of her pussy, spilling to the flooring to mix with her saliva. The Lizardman was not far behind her, thrusting its cock down her throat at breakneck pace until it pulled out the shaft almost entirely, with the minor domain of the tip still resting on her trembling lip, and in one great movement pulled her head down the stallion distance of the cock to squelch her nose against the harder scales of his lower body.

The explosion which occurred inside her airway was beyond anything Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie had ever experienced. The Lizardman 's muggy, hot ashen cum shot like a hose down her throat to swiftly occupy her abdomen, the outside of her belly began to distend and grow slightly as the torrents of liquid came gushing out. Choking and suffocating on the cum, Christie pulled against her simpleness and bucked her body about to get lax from the hose exploding inside her. The Lizardman held her there for a few more precious indorsement before letting go to allow her head teacher to slide off the shaft. Her fount, chest and titty were also covered with cum as the snake came out still spewing cum and the rest of it which had filled her belly came gushing out of her lip to shed everywhere.

Completely fazed out by the cum drenching she 'd experienced Agatha Christie failed to observe the creature sliding its chela down her back to cup under ass and nip and tuck her up. As her mind and vision once again exculpate Christie realised that the Lizardman was holding her suspended in the air by her upper leg and was moving his still very much aroused and large cock up to her pussy lips. Her wholly torso dripping in liquids, with her face painted almost completely bloodless by the puppet 's cum, Christie 's eyes widened and her mouth opened in protest but no give-and-take came out as she once again choked on the cum which was coming out of her throat and dripping back in off her face. Using the senses that only a beast such as that could have, the Lizardman drove his pecker deep past the lips and into the soft cunt of the captive blonde, completely cognizant that the miss had already self-lubricated the way adequate even for the monster which was entering her now. This time, unencumbered by any obstructor, Christie let out a inscrutable squeal of joy as the heavyweight cock entered her physical structure. The Lizardman had no trouble pushing almost its full phase of the moon distance into her waiting cunt and just as it had earlier ; the brute began to thrust, pulling her trunk onto his shaft with his great forcefulness and claws. As serious she could while restrained by manacles and Lizardman chela, Christie bucked her hips to meet the phallus pushing in her, lusting for more of the great cock.

'More ! More !'she cried, squealing and moaning with pleasure, her intimation shallow and high pitched, 'Fuck me with that midst smooth pecker ! Come on ! Sir Thomas More ! More ! Fuck me up ! Fuck ! Me ! Fuck ! shag ! nooky !'The thrusting of that putz became a blur as it buried its insufferable length trench inside her twat and with a resounding hollo the Lizardman let its shipment loose deep into the womb of Christie. The cum came spurting out around the cock as the girl 's uterus filled with Lizardman sperm and her body contorted and wriggled, her own orgasm shooting her fluids out of her pussy. The Lizardman let her go and she landed on the stone ground with an audible thump but Christie barely noticed, her body way beyond any minor pains like that. Relief finally came to her arms as the manacles were released from around her wrists. Slumping to the reason lying in a pocket billiards of saliva, slit juices and cum, Christie angled her gorgeous blue eyes up at the beast which had fucked her beyond imagining. Her visual modality blackening Christie could n't hold open her optic open up and fell into a kid blackout.

Her eyes opening occasionally, Christie saw the ceiling of the cavern moving by and the realization slowly dawned on her that the beast was dragging her across the soil. Every time she was pulled through a puddle balance of the fluids covering her were left fundament, the wet ground and pocket billiards of water supply cleaning her of her making love juice. To her bewilderment she heard a inscrutable resonating vocalization in her head as she moved in and out of consciousness.

'Well done miss, you 've survived your kickoff encounter, but to a greater extent will be coming to you. The life story that grows inside you must be monitored by us ; my chum and I will appear to you once more soon. We are all soma and all size. Soon you will take on my coiled lord, he is always hungry. You will have intercourse when he is coming ; deep within your soul you will feel his growing presence. For your sake you must stimulate a forfeit prepared for him, live food for thought always. Do this for him and he will allow you and your growing child your lives. Be prepared girlfriend ; your circumstances is only beginning to unravel before you. Be prepared .'As the quarrel echoed in her skull darkness finally took Christie and she knew no more. When she at final awoke she was lying naked in the surf on the beach, the wet sand squelching under her nude tush and the low waves moving her body around. Tilting her head back she saw her clothing lying in a heap on the backbone. The rising sun shone iniquity red brightness on her creamy smooth out hide and a trench feeling of content washed over the gorgeous blonde lady friend ; keen with the knowledge of her own amorousness and the remaining pleasure of what she 'd experienced. Had it been a dream ? As she pulled on her clothes she knew that it was n't. Slowly stumbling up the soft sand Christie felt in her womb the pulsating glow of growing biography .