It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home plate, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sacking over her head. respective hours spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her jabbing upon an ornate Harlan Fisk Stone floor with the sack ripped from her foreland. As she started to push herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd position, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became all the way that it was a commode room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen metrical foot behind her, rafts of men and women lined the elbow room, their middle firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her regard traveled, she spied the great commode ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking womanhood. Her skin was fair, too mediocre. Her hair was tenacious and white, and as she rose from the professorship, she had an air of self-confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from geezerhood of experience.

The woman stood for a bit, entirely silent as she looked over the cleaning lady upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull out at her clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the headspring hard enough to transmit him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the headland and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few inadequate minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her backbone with the queen regnant standing a few feet away. She lifted her implements of war to the sides, and three early men began to rend off her wearable as well. In the span of thirty second gear, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very of import difference of opinion : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in revulsion as it became sack up of what was in entrepot for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the crapper. The queen, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her distance and inveigle it into life. right-hand before her eyes, the charwoman's prick grew by several inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this clock time, she was grabbed by the implements of war from two of the bystanders, and the familiar face of the topical anesthetic sheriff appeared before her. Relief 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 lease what she needs from you and consecrate our Town 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 chopine, keenly aware of the middle 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 poof very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to amount forward. The young lady seemed to move without thinking stopping a few metrical unit curtly of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two potent pairs of hands gripped onto her blazon and pushed her down to her knee joint. veneration rolled through her eyes as she knew what came succeeding. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the manpower left her arm and slid its finger into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's vocalisation hissed into her ear."bit her, and you will experience for geezerhood, begging for dying every arcminute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her rima oris, only a little at first, then the womanhood's tip was against her back talk. The force of the hands upon her shoulders and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queer's cock pushed through Natalie's lips and across her lingua. They held her there for a moment, keeping her facial expression impaled on the extremity just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty terminal that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several clock time until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her back talk contoured themselves to the cleaning lady's duration, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its minor ridges and veins. Within a few second, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the piece, the hands still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the conform to minutes. The slightly salty taste of precum became patent on her tongue as time 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 nose celestial pole. Her lips suctioned down over the flesh to give 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 come 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 total of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The queen finally made a movement with one bridge player and caused the men to rive Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely mute. She seemed… mental object, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the trouble were over. But as the female monarch reached down to transfix her still-stiff gift, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her invertebrate foot as they moved her toward the queer's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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