<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 had no idea, what had rode her. She was already up to wall today and then she asked the Queen if she wanted to fuck her? More or less obvious? Deanna called herself the biggest fool on earth, an hormone controlled idiot, but the words were out and she couldn't take them back. The wicked smile on Sintrina's face send shivers down her spine and when her fingers moved over her skin, she felt as if an icecube was gliding over it. Sintrina's long fingers curled around her neck and Deanna wondered for one second if Sintrina would be able to snap her neck like it was a dry twig. The kiss surprised her and frightened her as much as it aroused her. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Come, follow me..."</span>, Sintrina's voice was full of lust, but at the same time it could be a siren's song. Deanna followed the slender figure of the Queen, wondering where they would end. A dungeon to torture her? A room full of men to rape her, while the Queen would watch with that icy smile of hers? Deanna swallowed a lump, but was relieved when they entered a relatively normal bedroom. <span style="color: #80BF00">"Strip."</span> It was a command and Deanna hurried to follow it. Her cheeks flared up, when she saw the inspecting look of Sintrina. Like she got valued, if she had already the slaughter weight. A hand cupped her breast, weighted it, a thumb brushed over her sensitive nipples, making her shiver. The other hand moved down, brushed over her clit, two fingers entered her, three quick strokes. Deanna was full of fear, what would be the verdict - live or die? <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Mm. Deanna--you taste so sweet. Here's what we'll do...I'll let you decide what games we play and who is in charge today. I'm feeling a bit generous, after all..."</span><br/><br/>Deanna was sure that it was a trick, that if she gave the wrong answer the floor would open and she would disappear into a room full of naked men. She had no problem with men, but today she had learned that she liked women more. Way more. Or was this for real, was the Queen really asking her to call the shots? But no, even if she was genorous, if Deanna would say that she was in charge, then the Queen would kill her later. She was the Queen, nobody was telling her what to do. Deanna couldn't do that. She was the meek little Raffii, she had to obey.<br/><br/>Deanna went down on her knees and her hands started to undress Sintrina. Slowly, carefully, tenderly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„My Queen, I may be selfish, I may have wanted to have a better, safe life for myself, but never would I dare to command the Queen. You are the Queen and I am just your servant. You are calling the shots and please do with me like you want. I am all yours.“</span> Deanna had looked to the ground, but her voice was full of suppressed lust. She wanted to be tied to the bed and to be under the control of Sintrina. She would do all Sintrina would ask her for, she would even be a victim for Mikale if the Queen wanted to watch how her husband raped her. Deanna had always dreamed to have sex with the Queen... and if it was the last she would do in her life.</div>