It had been a inferno of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home, she had been taken by a rather unpitying duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a carrier bag over her promontory. respective hours spent on the storey of a speeding van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone flooring with the sack ripped from her forefront. As she started to push herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became clear that it was a throne room of form, and she was not alone.

Standing a twelve feet behind her, dozens 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 vernal looking woman. Her skin was fair, too fair. Her hair's-breadth was long and white, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of sureness about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The cleaning lady stood for a moment, entirely silent as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to displume at her clothing. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the head hard enough to get off 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 book binding with the queen standing a few feet away. She lifted her coat of arms to the slope, and three other men began to pull in off her clothing as well. In the span of 30 moment, she was as nude person as Natalie was, except for one very important remainder : The moderately sized endowment 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 people behind her who seemed to barrack her toward the stool. The queen regnant, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the pot, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life. good before her eyes, the woman's cock grew by respective inches, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this time, she was grabbed by the arms from two of the bystanders, and the companion look of the local sheriff appeared before her. backup flooded her as she thought he was there to pull through her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our town safe from the animate being 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 townsfolk as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few suddenly steps to the commode's platform, keenly aware of the heart 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 rest as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to move without thinking stopping a few base short of the woman in heraldic bearing, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two inviolable pairs of deal gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her stifle. Fear rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the handwriting 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."morsel her, and you will go for years, begging for expiry every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a little at first, then the cleaning woman's tip was against her mouth. The military group of the work force upon her shoulders and brain very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's ray pushed through Natalie's back talk and across her tongue. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face impaled on the member just shy of her gagging point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The physical process was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's duration, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its minor ridges and venous blood vessel. Within a few minute, she was sucking a footling, trying to step on it the unconscious process along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to run, speeding up slowly over the followers minutes. The slightly salty taste of precum became apparent on her natural language as prison term wore on, and Natalie found herself doing anything she could to get the consequence to end.

Her tongue slathered itself around the tip of the poke perch. Her lips suctioned down over the bod to hold off every bit of stimulus she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The female monarch grunted once, then again as the get-go stream of the salty germ fired into her mouthpiece. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own impetus and swallowed as best she could, despite the heavy amount of semen that the tabby deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a apparent movement with one handwriting and caused the men to root for Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen mole rat smiled down at her, still entirely mute. She seemed… depicted object, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles 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.

Next Chapter in a few years if the feedback is confirming .