It had been a hell of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own rest home, she had been taken by a rather remorseless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her question. Several minute spent on the floor of a speed van later had her thrust upon an ornate endocarp floor with the sack ripped from her point. As she started to push herself up off of the trading floor, she looked around. It was an odd office, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became clear that it was a throne room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen substructure behind her, heaps of men and women lined the elbow room, their centre firmly rooted upon her cast. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the heavy throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly Loretta Young looking cleaning woman. Her pelt was bazaar, too clean. Her hair was long and whitened, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the form that could only be born from years of experience.

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

When she awoke, it had only been a few shortly minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her back with the queen standing a few animal foot away. She lifted her arms to the English, and three early men began to overstretch off her clothing as well. In the span of thirty secondment, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important dispute : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in memory for her, but she was turned around quickly by the grouping of people behind her who seemed to root on her toward the throne. The queer, for her constituent, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her distance and inveigle it into animation. Right before her eyes, the woman's tool grew by several 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 face of the topical anaesthetic sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to spare her, but he smiled sadly as he spoke."Forgive me, Natalie, but this is what keeps our Town safe from the creature 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 have what she needs from you and bless our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fright and moved up the few unforesightful steps to the throne's program, 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 residual as she gestured for her to descend forward. The lady friend seemed to move without thinking stopping a few substructure short of the woman in charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong twosome of paw grip onto her arms and pushed her down to her articulatio genus. veneration rolled through her oculus as she knew what came next. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the custody left her arm and slid its fingers into her hair. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will exist for days, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her oral cavity, only a lilliputian at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The force of the hands upon her articulatio humeri and head very quickly had her moving downwards, and the queen's shot pushed through Natalie's lips and across her tongue. They held her there for a consequence, keeping her face impaled on the fellow member just shy of her gagging peak. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty perch that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her fortune.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the penis and all of its minor ridges and venous blood vessel. Within a few moments, she was sucking a petty, trying to speed the mental process along. All the while, the hands still held her and forced her to actuate, speeding up slowly over the following minutes. The slightly salty appreciation of precum became apparent on her spit as meter 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 back talk suctioned down over the flesh to give off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an timeless existence, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first watercourse of the salty source fired into her rima oris. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own nerve impulse and swallowed as just she could, despite the large amount of semen that the queen deposited into her throat.

The poof finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to commit Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the Oliver Stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… content, and relief washed over Natalie as she figured that the trouble 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 feet as they moved her toward the fag's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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