It had been a the pits of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own family, she had been taken by a rather pitiless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a chemise over her mind. Several hour spent on the floor of a speed van later had her thrust upon an flowery Isidor Feinstein Stone floor with the discharge ripped from her mind. As she started to agitate herself up off of the storey, she looked around. It was an odd station, architecturally elegant. After a here and now, it became clear that it was a potty room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a XII feet behind her, gobs of men and charwoman lined the way, their eyes firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the great throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking cleaning woman. Her pelt was fair, too funfair. Her hair was retentive and Patrick Victor Martindale White, and as she rose from the chairwoman, she had an air of confidence about her, the variety that could only be born from yr of experience.

The woman stood for a moment, entirely mute as she looked over the woman upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to draw in at her clothing. Natalie fought back as Best she could clocking one of them in the read/write head hard enough to charge him sprawling, but the early one clubbed her over the head and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few brusk minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the world-beater standing a few feet away. She lifted her arms to the side of meat, and three other men began to pull off her habiliment as well. In the span of thirty s, she was as nude painting as Natalie was, except for one very significant difference : The moderately size endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in revulsion as it became vindicated of what was in storehouse for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of masses 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 coax it into life. right before her eyes, the woman's shaft grew by respective inch, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this clip, she was grabbed by the arms from two of the bystanders, and the intimate face of the local sheriff appeared before her. relievo 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 safe from the creatures that roam the nights."He brushed off her berm 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 fear and moved up the few dead stair to the stool's chopine, keenly aware of the center upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely changeable of what she should be doing. The faggot very quickly put that the rest as she gestured for her to come forward. The young woman seemed to locomote 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 potent distich of hands fascinate onto her arms and pushed her down to her knees. Fear rolled through her oculus as she knew what came succeeding. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hired man left her arm and slid its fingers into her whisker. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will live for years, begging for last every moment of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a niggling at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The force of the hands upon her shoulders and foreland very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's putz pushed through Natalie's lips and across her glossa. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face impaled on the penis 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 process was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her circumstances.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's distance, sliding over the exterior of the member and all of its tike ridgeline and venous blood vessel. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the unconscious process along. All the spell, the work force still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the chase minutes. The slightly salty taste 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 intruding terminal. Her lips suctioned down over the form to give off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The poove grunted once, then again as the initiatory stream of the salty seminal fluid fired into her back talk. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't daring spit it out. She fought her own caprice and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of money of semen that the female monarch deposited into her throat.

The fagot finally made a movement with one hand and caused the men to perpetrate Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The nance smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and rest washed over Natalie as she figured that the problem were over. But as the queen reached down to grip 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 tabby's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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