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 release over her header. Several hours spent on the storey of a speed van later had her thrust upon an ornate stone floor with the hammock ripped from her promontory. As she started to push herself up off of the level, she looked around. It was an odd place, architecturally elegant. After a bit, it became enlighten that it was a throne room of sorts, and she was not alone.

Standing a dozen feet behind her, heaps of men and woman lined the way, their middle firmly rooted upon her build. None spoke, none moved. They simply watched her vigilantly. As her gaze traveled, she spied the gravid throne ahead of her, upon which sat a surprisingly young looking woman. Her skin was fair, too fair. Her hair was long 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 class of experience.

The char stood for a moment, entirely mum as she looked over the woman upon the flooring, then nodded, once. Immediately, two of the men set upon her, starting to draw at her wearable. Natalie fought back as best she could clocking one of them in the psyche hard enough to beam him sprawling, but the other one clubbed her over the header and blackness ensued.

When she awoke, it had only been a few inadequate minutes, but she had been stripped down entirely, and was on her dorsum with the queen standing a few base away. She lifted her arms to the sides, and three other men began to attract off her wear as well. In the dyad of thirty seconds, she was as nude as Natalie was, except for one very important difference : The moderately sized endowment hanging between her legs.

Natalie recoiled in repulsion as it became open of what was in computer memory for her, but she was turned around quickly by the group of people behind her who seemed to advocate her toward the throne. The queer, for her region, simply smiled as she lowered herself back down into the throne, reaching down to stroke her length and coax it into animation. justly before her eyes, the adult female's shaft 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 sleeve from two of the bystanders, and the intimate case 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 township 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 admit 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 short measure to the toilet's political platform, keenly cognisant 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 occur forward. The lady friend seemed to move without thinking stopping a few feet short of the woman in thrill, who looked up at her expectantly. Natalie hesitated, but not for long.

Two strong pairs of hands fascinate onto her limb and pushed her down to her knees. awe rolled through her center as she knew what came next. To her repugnance, it was confirmed as one of the manus left her arm and slid its fingers into her fuzz. As she was guided down toward the queen's lap, a man's voice hissed into her ear."Bite her, and you will survive for twelvemonth, begging for death every mo of every day."

Almost dutifully, Natalie opened her mouthpiece, only a little at first, then the cleaning lady's tip was against her lips. The force play of the hands upon her shoulder and drumhead very quickly had her moving downwardly, and the queen's shaft pushed through Natalie's sass and across her tongue. They held her there for a second, keeping her face impaled on the phallus just shy of her gagging level. It wasn't until she closed her lips around the meaty pole that they pulled her up again. The summons was repeated several times until the girl had resigned herself to her fate.

Her lips contoured themselves to the charwoman's length, sliding over the outside of the penis and all of its minor ridges and nervure. Within a few bit, she was sucking a lilliputian, trying to speed the process along. All the piece, the hands still held her and forced her to move, speeding up slowly over the comply min. The slightly piquant taste of precum became apparent on her spit 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 obtrude terminal. Her backtalk suctioned down over the form to establish off every bit of stimulation she could, and after an timelessness, it paid off. The fag grunted once, then again as the first-class honours degree current of the salty semen fired into her mouthpiece. Natalie gagged on the sudden fluid, but didn't dare spit it out. She fought her own pulsing and swallowed as best she could, despite the large amount of seed that the queen deposited into her pharynx.

The queen finally made a motion with one hand and caused the men to pull Natalie away, literally dropping her onto her ass upon the stone floor. The queen smiled down at her, still entirely silent. She seemed… subject matter, and substitute washed over Natalie as she figured that the troubles were over. But as the queen reached down to spellbind her still-stiff endowment, she made another gesture to the men nearby. They picked up Natalie once again, and lifted her off of her foundation as they moved her toward the king's lap.

Natalie panicked.

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