It had been a sin 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 sack over her head. various hours spent on the storey of a speed van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone floor with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to drive herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd post, architecturally refined. After a moment, it became clear that it was a throne room of variety, and she was not alone.

Standing a XII feet behind her, lashings of men and women lined the room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her form. 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 fair sex. Her skin was fair, too fair. Her fuzz was farsighted and Edward White, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of assurance about her, the kind that could only be born from twelvemonth of experience.

The fair sex stood for a moment, entirely silent as she looked over the char upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull at her vesture. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to send 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 cover with the king standing a few human foot away. She lifted her blazon to the side, and three other men began to deplume off her clothing as well. In the pair of 30 seconds, she was as nude painting as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in storage for her, but she was turned around quickly by the chemical group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the toilet. The queen, 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. justly before her oculus, the adult female's shaft grew by various inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this time, she was grabbed by the subdivision from two of the bystanders, and the familiar face of the local sheriff appeared before her. sculptural relief flooded her as she thought he was there to hold open her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town dependable 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 sign our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her reverence and moved up the few short steps to the potty's chopine, keenly cognizant 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 faggot very quickly put that the eternal sleep as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to locomote without thinking stopping a few feet short of the cleaning lady in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong pairs of custody transfix onto her arms and pushed her down to her knee joint. concern rolled through her optic as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the work force left her arm and slid its fingers into her fuzz. As she was guided down toward the fairy's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."bite her, and you will live for years, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The military unit of the hands upon her shoulders and read/write head very quickly had her moving down, and the faggot's shaft pushed through Natalie's lips and across her spit. They held her there for a second, keeping her face impaled on the member 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 process was repeated several metre until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her backtalk contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its kid ridges and veins. Within a few consequence, she was sucking a trivial, trying to zip the process along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to run, speeding up slowly over the following arcminute. The slightly piquant sense of taste of precum became apparent on her tongue as clip wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the minute to end.

Her natural language slathered itself around the tip of the intruding pole. Her back talk suctioned down over the frame to give way off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The world-beater grunted once, then again as the first flow 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 urge and swallowed as upright she could, despite the large quantity of seed that the fag deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a motion with one script and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the difficulty were over. But as the queen reached down to grip her still-stiff endowment, 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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