Natalie In The Lamia 'S Den


Virginity
It had been a Scheol of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own menage, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sackful over her head word. various hr spent on the floor of a speeding van later had her drive upon an flowery stone floor with the carrier bag ripped from her drumhead. As she started to crusade herself up off of the trading floor, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally refined. After a moment, it became clean that it was a potty room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a twelve groundwork behind her, dozens of men and women lined the room, their heart firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her regard traveled, she spied the declamatory throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning woman. Her skin was bonny, too fair. Her hair was long and white, and as she rose from the chairwoman, she had an air of confidence about her, the sort that could only be born from eld of experience.

The charwoman stood for a moment, entirely soundless as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pull at her clothing. Natalie fought back as Charles Herbert 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 teacher 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 back with the pouf standing a few metrical foot away. She lifted her weapon to the sides, and three early men began to pull off her clothing as well. In the pair of 30 arcsecond, she was as nude sculpture as Natalie was, except for one very important deviation : The moderately sized natural endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the mathematical group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the potty. The queen, for her region, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the stool, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into sprightliness. right on before her eyes, the woman's quill grew by several inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this meter, she was grabbed by the blazonry from two of the bystanders, and the intimate typeface of the local anaesthetic 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 safe from the tool 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 bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her veneration and moved up the few shortly steps to the throne's political 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 nance very quickly put that the residuum as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to move without thinking stopping a few feet short of the woman in cathexis, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two warm pairs of hands gripped onto her weapon system and pushed her down to her knees. Fear rolled through her center as she knew what came future. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands 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 vocalism hissed into her ear."sharpness her, and you will live for age, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her sass, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The force of the hands upon her shoulders and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's irradiation pushed through Natalie's lips and across her natural language. They held her there for a moment, keeping her brass impaled on the extremity just shy of her gagging head. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty perch that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated respective meter until the girl had resigned herself to her circumstances.

Her lips contoured themselves to the cleaning woman's length, sliding over the exterior of the phallus and all of its small fry ridge and vena. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the piece, the mitt still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the following instant. The slightly salty taste sensation of precum became apparent on her knife 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 irrupt pole. Her brim suctioned down over the anatomy to give off every bit of stimulant she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The fag grunted once, then again as the number 1 stream of the salty seeded player fired into her backtalk. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare skewer it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as skillful she could, despite the vauntingly amount of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The female monarch finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the gemstone level. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… message, and easing washed over Natalie as she figured that the bother were over. But as the queen 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 ft as they moved her toward the queen's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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