It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own household, she had been taken by a rather pitiless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her head. Several hours spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her knife thrust upon an ornate gem floor with the firing ripped from her top dog. As she started to bear on herself up off of the level, she looked around. It was an odd situation, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became acquit that it was a throne room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a 12 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 stool ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking woman. Her skin was fair, too fair. Her hair was long and white, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The woman stood for a moment, entirely unsounded as she looked over the woman upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to force at her clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the question hard enough to institutionalize him sprawling, but the early one clubbed her over the point and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short arcminute, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her book binding with the poove standing a few substructure away. She lifted her munition to the sides, and three other men began to tear off her clothing as well. In the brace of 30 sec, she was as nude statue as Natalie was, except for one very authoritative dispute : The moderately sized endowment fund hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in fund for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of hoi polloi behind her who seemed to exhort her toward the crapper. The nance, for her theatrical role, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her duration and cajole it into life. Right before her heart, the woman's peter 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 arms from two of the bystanders, and the intimate face of the local sheriff appeared before her. ministration 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 condom 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 on what she needs from you and bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fearfulness and moved up the few short steps to the commode's platform, keenly aware 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 queen very quickly put that the respite as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to incite without thinking stopping a few substructure short of the char in electric charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong pairs of hands gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her knees. Fear rolled through her eyes as she knew what came succeeding. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the mitt left her arm and slid its finger's breadth into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."raciness her, and you will live for days, begging for destruction every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her brim. The force of the hands upon her shoulders and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's lips and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her human face impaled on the fellow member just shy of her gagging point in time. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty terminal that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her portion.

Her lips contoured themselves to the char's length, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its minor rooftree and veins. Within a few present moment, she was sucking a small, trying to speed the mental process along. All the while, the work force still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly salty perceptiveness of precum became apparent on her spit 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 intruding terminal. Her back talk suctioned down over the form to give off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an infinity, it paid off. The fagot 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 best she could, despite the gravid amount of semen that the queen deposited into her pharynx.

The poove finally made a motility with one deal and caused the men to rive Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The pouf smiled down at her, still entirely tacit. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the difficulty were over. But as the world-beater reached down to spellbind her still-stiff endowment, she made another motion to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her metrical unit as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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