<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 felt the thumb of Sintrina circling over her clit, but with not enough pressure to make her feel the satisfaction she craved for. She tried desperately to push her hips forward, to increase the pressure, but the Queen pulled away over and over again. Deanna felt so helpless, so frustrated.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Now, now, Deanna. No need to be selfish..."</span>, Deanna grunted in frustration. She wanted satisfaction and she got only desperation out of it. And the desperation was building more and more. Deanna had already given up any hope to be relieved, when two fingers slit into her wet hole. She moaned in relief and some more when Sintrina's hand cupped her breast tenderly. Maybe it would be a really pleasureable evening for her after all. Sintrina's lips found her left breast, kissing her nipple softly and Deanna's pants turned into moans. She felt how her belly started to shiver and how she got into the state of earlier again, when those black girls had satisfied her. She let out a piercing cry when the teeth of Sintrina connected with her nipple. Tears rushed in her eyes, she tried to get away, away from the pain, away from the person inflicting it. And she suddenly realised that she was indeed trapped...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"By the end of this, Deanna, I plan to have you become a sobbing, aching mess..."</span><br/><br/>Deanna's eyes bulged in horror, she pulled hard on her restraints, her body twisted left and right, she wanted away. Her panic came back, her stomach became like a stone, she could hardly breathe and her whole body shivered. She knew how relentless the Queen was, when it came to punishments, how merciless she had condemned people to death. The outlook on pain and tears gnawed on the resolve of Deanna. Her eyes watered, tears streaking down her cheeks. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Nooo...noo pain....I....I.....“</span> Deanna's words choked in her throat and she tried again to free herself from the restraints, that the whole bed shivered and creaked. The handcuffs were cutting into her soft skin, the soft lining not enough to withstand the desperation of Deanna.</div>