<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Deanna Planckard</span><br/>Doc</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/cf4f88a7-5914-46da-ad6e-12ec40e1b0fb_zpscd5280b6.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Deanna awoke to the soft touch of a wet cloth in her face. Someone was removing the traces the make-up had left on her tear-streaked cheeks. Deanna relaxed and finally opened her eyes, looking straight into the caring eyes of a guard. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Thank you, it is ok, I can do that by myself.“</span> Deanna sat up and looked around. Where was she? It was some luxurious bathroom with far too much of some sweet, heavy perfume scent in it. Deanna shook her head in distaste. <span style="color: #FF8000">„What’s this horrible place? Someone seems to love perfume here.“</span><br/><br/>The young guard grinned and shook her head. Deanna knew she had seen her before, but it took some time until she connected the face to Kira in the audience room. <span style="color: #80BF00">„All the slaves quarters stink like that. This one is empty and I thought you better wake up here, where nobody can see you. Your co-worker has returned to her labs, but you should rest some more, before I come and get you out of the inner ring. There is a couch in the next room. Lay down and rest a while, I will be soon back. Oh, I’m Sandra, Sandra Dilanio.“</span><br/><br/>Deanna nodded and checked her looks in the mirror. It was decent, but better than before. There were some stains on her white jumpsuit, where the tears had dropped on it. Following the guard into the next room, she watched her operating some eye scanner to open the front door.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„Fifteen minutes, max. Then I come and get you. Lay down and relax.“</span><br/><br/>Deanna watched the door lock and she sat down on the couch, wondering what had become of her life so suddenly. She loved her little girl dearly, but today she had got a glimpse of the true Kira, a truth she had ignored for a long time. The girl was dangerous. Deanna sighed and lay down on the couch. It was faced to the rear part of the room, where a little fountain was splashing in a dark violet alcove. Whoever had designed those rooms, he or she had some strange understanding what a woman may find pleasurable. Deanna shook her head, closing her eyes to get rid of this sick look on the fountain. You must be drugged or brain-dead, not to get crazy in such a room.<br/><br/>The sound of the door and of several feet made her open her eyes. She heard two soft thuds and some groaning, then the door closed. Everything was silent for two or three seconds, then she heard soft noises from behind the backrest and moaning started. Deanna lifted carefully her head and peeked over the backrest. There were two young, black girls on the bed in the room, in see-through clothes which were not hiding anything from Deanna’s curious looks. Soon the clothes came off and the girls started to touch themselves. Where was Sandra? Had the guard brought the girls to this room? But then Deanna noticed the small details she had missed earlier. A half-empty cup of tea, some clothes on the floor and other things belonging to those girls. It was their room, not an empty one. Probably those two were slaves of the king and they just returned from having sex with him. Deanna’s eyes were locked on the two bodies entwined in each other. As a young teenager she had tried love with females, but it had not given her the thrills, so she had stopped it. But watching those two now, made her giddy. The girls were totally caught in each other, their eyes closed and they were not aware of Deanna’s presence, so Deanna decided to have a closer look. She moved silently to the bed, standing there at the foot of it, watching the two girls. They were really young, maybe just off age and they were absolutely stunning. The darker one had long black hair, perky tits with totally dark nipples and a slender body that was more the body of a child than that of a woman, it still missed any pubic hair. The one with the short, curly hair was a little bit more into coffee colour, with thick, lucious lips, round apple-sized breasts and a thick bush between her legs, a bush that was glistening wet in the soft light. Both girls were aroused, their nipples were hard and swollen and a thin coat of sweat was on their ebony skin, making the lights reflect on their dark bodies. Deanna was totally taken by that look, she had never seen more perfection in an act scene and her hand moved unconsciously down to one of the black legs, her finger following the muscles, leaving a track on the sweaty skin behind. Only when the movement in front of her stopped, she looked up. Four eyes were on her, the pupils large and unblinking. Deep, dark seas of coal-black lust. <span style="font-style: italic">Drugged, they are drugged. Probably one of Kira’s drugs…</span> Deanna had been caught in those eyes and her thoughts. She had not seen the legs of the darker girl moving right and left of her, until they locked in her back and pulled her forward, to the bed, right into the arms of these two black goddesses. <br/><br/>Deanna dropped down on the dark-skinned girl, the perky breasts poking into her chest. She wanted to cry, wanted to push herself up, but the lips of the girl found hers, the tongue moved into her mouth silencing any sound she wanted to leave her mouth. The other girl was soon on her, removing the straps of her jumpsuit from her shoulders, pulling it down, ripping the clothes from her body. She could feel hands all over her body, could feel breasts pressing against her, could feel kisses on her own bare, small breast now. And then the hands found her center and she moaned loudly, her own arousal quickly building from the touches.<br/><br/>Deanna heared the door being opened again and then being quickly closed. A pair of feet came rushing to the bed. <span style="color: #80BF00">„Oh my, Doc, sorry. Get out of here.“</span> Deanna turned around, the two girls still half on her. Her own lust had got the best of her and she looked down to the foot of the bed with bed-room eyes. Sandra was standing there at the bed, offering her a hand to help her up. Deanna suddenly realised that the guard had quite the body and very inviting lips. Large, voluptous breasts, a big ass and a plain face, that wasn’t ugly. Maybe…Deanna took the hand and then she pulled the guard forward, onto the bed. <span style="color: #80BF00">„No, don’t. I don’t want this, I told your daughter already, that I...pleaa…“</span> Deanna’s lips pressed on those of Sandra and killed the words. Her hands moved over the body of the guard, squeezing her ass, pressing her chest against hers. One of the black girls removed the clothes of the guard and alike Deanna, Sandra couldn’t resist the touches and the feelings she got out of those for long. Deanna had no idea what had happened to the guard, why and what she had told Kira, but maybe her wicked daughter had kissed the guard. Maybe the memory still clung to the lips of the guard or it was some natural desire, but the guard rolled on her back, next to Deanna and while Deanna and Sandra kissed deeply and fondled each other’s breasts, the two black goddesses started to lick Deanna’s and Sandra’s wet center. Deanna could feel the first climax already building and somehow she knew that today she would learn how long she may last…</div>