It had been a Scheol of a day for Natalie. Ambushed in her own dwelling, she had been taken by a rather ruthless duo of men, then suddenly found herself bound and gagged with a pocket over her head. several hr spent on the storey of a speeding van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone floor with the sack ripped from her brain. 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 readable that it was a potty room of form, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen pes behind her, tons of men and women lined the room, their middle firmly rooted upon her form. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her regard traveled, she spied the with child stool ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking womanhood. Her tegument was fair, too fairish. Her hairsbreadth was retentive and Andrew D. White, and as she rose from the chair, she had an air of confidence about her, the kind that could only be born from years of experience.

The charwoman stood for a present moment, entirely silent 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 wearable. Natalie fought back as Best she could clocking one of them in the psyche hard enough to send 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 back with the poove standing a few pes away. She lifted her arms to the position, and three other men began to pull off her article of clothing as well. In the span of 30 irregular, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in horror as it became clear of what was in store for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to urge her toward the throne. The queen, for her part, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her length and cajole it into life. decently before her eyes, the charwoman's shaft grew by several in, gently curving into the air under her own touch.

Natalie tried to run again, but this clock time, she was grabbed by the implements of war from two of the bystanders, and the fellow facial expression of the local sheriff appeared before her. Relief flooded her as she thought he was there to save 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 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 consecrate our town as a result."Then he slipped away into the crowd.

Natalie swallowed back her fear and moved up the few short pace to the pot's platform, 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 rest as she gestured for her to come in forward. The girl seemed to move without thinking stopping a few fundament curtly of the fair sex in explosive charge, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two substantial distich of hands grapple onto her arms and pushed her pile to her stifle. fright rolled through her eyes as she knew what came future. To her horror, it was confirmed as one of the manpower left her arm and slid its finger 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 live for year, begging for death every minute of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her sass, only a little at first, then the woman's tip was against her lip. The forcefulness of the hands upon her shoulders and head very quickly had her moving downward, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's lips and across her lingua. They held her there for a moment, keeping her human face impaled on the member just shy of her gagging distributor point. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty perch that they pulled her up again. The process was repeated several time until the girl had resigned herself to her fortune.

Her lips contoured themselves to the woman's length, sliding over the outside of the member and all of its fry ridges and vein. Within a few minute, she was sucking a short, trying to speed the process along. All the while, the manus still held her and forced her to travel, speeding up slowly over the come after proceedings. The slightly salty taste of precum became evident on her natural language as sentence 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 flesh to grant off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an eternity, it paid off. The queen grunted once, then again as the first stream of the salty ejaculate fired into her mouth. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare pitter-patter it out. She fought her own impulses and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of come that the poove deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a apparent motion with one hired man 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… content, and easing washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen mole rat 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.

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