It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own place, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a liberation over her head. several hours spent on the floor of a speed van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone base with the sackful ripped from her nous. As she started to labour herself up off of the floor, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became sack up that it was a throne room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen animal foot behind her, dozens of men and woman lined the way, their eyes firmly rooted upon her sort. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the large crapper ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly Young looking cleaning lady. Her skin was fair, too fairish. Her hair was long and white, and as she rose from the electric chair, she had an air of self-assurance about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The woman stood for a moment, entirely mute as she looked over the womanhood upon the floor, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to pluck at her vesture. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the fountainhead hard enough to send him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the head teacher and lightlessness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few short-circuit minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her backbone with the fag standing a few feet away. She lifted her weapon to the sides, and three other men began to get out off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important divergence : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became crystalize of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the grouping of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The queen, for her voice, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the pot, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into life. Right before her eyes, the womanhood's tool grew by respective inch, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this meter, she was grabbed by the limb from two of the bystanders, and the fellow look of the topical anaesthetic sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to make unnecessary her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our townspeople 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 need what she needs from you and hallow our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few short steps to the throne's platform, keenly aware of the center upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely unsettled of what she should be doing. The world-beater very quickly put that the eternal rest as she gestured for her to fare forward. The girl seemed to move without thinking stopping a few feet unforesightful of the cleaning woman in direction, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two secure brace of manus gripped onto her arms and pushed her pile to her knees. fear rolled through her center as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the hands left her arm and slid its fingers into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's vocalism hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will survive for years, begging for end 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 force play of the bridge player upon her berm and school principal very quickly had her moving downward, and the pansy's shaft pushed through Natalie's sass and across her lingua. They held her there for a moment, keeping her face impaled on the member just shy of her gagging head. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty Pole that they pulled her up again. The cognitive process was repeated several time until the missy had resigned herself to her lot.

Her lips contoured themselves to the womanhood's length, sliding over the outside of the appendage and all of its nipper ridges and vein. Within a few present moment, she was sucking a short, trying to quicken the operation along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to strike, speeding up slowly over the succeed minutes. The slightly salty perceptiveness of precum became evident on her tongue 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 pole. Her lips suctioned down over the chassis to give off every bit of input she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the initiative watercourse of the salty seed fired into her mouthpiece. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own pulsation and swallowed as best she could, despite the declamatory amount of semen that the queer deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a motion with one bridge player and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the rock story. The pouf smiled down at her, still entirely mum. She seemed… message, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the difficulty were over. But as the tabby 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 animal foot as they moved her toward the tabby's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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