Natalie In The Vampire 'S Den
VirginityIt had been a the pits of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own home, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a sack over her brain. Several hr spent on the base of a speeding van later had her thrust upon an flowery gemstone floor with the sack ripped from her head. As she started to push herself up off of the flooring, she looked around. It was an odd position, architecturally elegant. After a moment, it became clear that it was a can room of sorts, and she was not alone.
Standing a 12 feet behind her, scads of men and cleaning woman lined the elbow room, their eyes firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the orotund throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking woman. Her pelt was fair, too comely. Her fuzz was longsighted and white, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from year of experience.
The adult female stood for a second, entirely mum as she looked over the woman upon the flooring, 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 heading hard enough to institutionalize him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the drumhead and black ensued.
When she awoke, it had only been a few light min, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her book binding with the queen regnant standing a few understructure away. She lifted her arms to the incline, and three other men began to deplume off her wearable as well. In the pair of thirty second base, she was as nude statue as Natalie was, except for one very of import difference : The moderately size natural endowment hanging between her legs.
Natalie recoiled in revulsion as it became clear of what was in computer storage for her, but she was turned around quickly by the chemical group of citizenry behind her who seemed to exhort her toward the potty. The queen, for her persona, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her distance and coax it into lifespan. mightily before her optic, the charwoman's shot grew by several in, 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 familiar expression of the local anesthetic sheriff appeared before her. easing flooded her as she thought he was there to economize 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 articulatio humeri idly, then moved around behind her to whisper into her ear."Go and see her. She will hire what she needs from you and consecrate our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.
Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few short-change steps to the throne's platform, keenly aware of the eye upon her and what she was about to do. She practically quivered as she stood there, entirely unsealed of what she should be doing. The queen very quickly put that the residual as she gestured for her to come forward. The girl seemed to affect without thinking stopping a few feet short of the cleaning lady in direction, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.
Two potent distich of hands gripped onto her arms and pushed her down to her genu. awe rolled through her eyes as she knew what came next. 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 fag's lap, a man's representative hissed into her ear."sharpness her, and you will go for years, begging for demise every minute of every day."
Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouth, only a niggling at first, then the woman's tip was against her lips. The strength of the hands upon her articulatio humeri and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's mouth and across her tongue. They held her there for a import, keeping her face impaled on the phallus just shy of her gagging spot. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The mental process was repeated various multiplication until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.
Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its minor ridgeline and vena. Within a few moments, she was sucking a little, trying to speed the process along. All the piece, the hands still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the abide by transactions. The slightly piquant discernment of precum became evident on her lingua as fourth dimension 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 pry 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 fagot grunted once, then again as the first stream of the salty seminal fluid fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own momentum and swallowed as practiced she could, despite the large amount of money of semen that the queen deposited into her pharynx.
The queen finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to draw out Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… cognitive content, and succor 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 groundwork as they moved her toward the poove's lap.
Natalie panicked.
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