<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 could feel the dildo moving in her tight hole. It felt so damn good and the feeling got better, once Sintrina put her finger on her clit again. Deanna could feel the pleasure spread in her, felt her muscles clenching again, the warm feeling spreading in her womb. She moaned hard now, wanted to come, but once again Sintrina shifted her technique. <br/><br/>This time she didn’t stop, she continued arousing her, now with her tongue and by sucking her clit. Deanna arched her back to speed it up, but Sintrina pushed her down, forced her to go through the entire length of her agony, until she finally came with one large endless moan. Sintrina allowed her to come down, sweat covering her skin and for once in the past half hour, Deanna was happy. For the short moment, until Sintrina spoke up. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„You will never refer to me by my name ever again, do you understand me? I am your Queen, your ruler. I own you, Deanna.“</span><br/><br/>It couldn’t be, did she really call Sintrina by her name? Was she misstepping today all the time? Deanna was slowly growing the insight, that she wouldn’t survive this day. It was impossible that Sintrina would look over all those faults. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„I apologize, my Queen. I would never view you as someone equal to me. I don’t know what made me use your name, my Queen. There is no question, that you are always on top of me. I….“</span><br/><br/>Deanna broke off, thinking about what Sintrina had said about the slaves. Somehow she feared that it would end up like that today. She would call herself lucky if it were only the slaves and not the Arena. She gulped hard, her eyes hooded by her eyelids.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Ur Majesty, I know that I made so many faults today, that I deserve to end in the Arena. There is no question about that. I can’t imagine that you could be so generous that you could overlook all of these faults. It is not in your history to be like that, so I don’t even want to hope for it. If you believe that I deserved the slaves as punishment, then there is nothing that I can do other than to be thankful that it is not the Arena.“</span><br/><br/>Deanna couldn’t believe the last part of  Sintrina’s words. It was either a very link trap for her or she would probably misstep again. The words were to good to be true. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„Now…Deanna - - since I am still in quite the generous mood, I will ask you…What do you desire for me to do to you? Or would you rather be free and play?“</span><br/><br/>Deanna closed her eyes and her body started to shiver of fear. Regardless what she said it could only be wrong. Her words would doom her and she already new it. Her voice was weak and meek.<br/><br/> <span style="color: #FF8000">„My Queen, I know that whatever I say now, it will be the wrong answer. I…I…even as a young girl I dreamed to make love to you, my Queen. You are the most tempting and beautiful woman in Ovia and I always got giddy when I saw you walking. I understand that I put my life on the line more than one time today, maybe I do it right now again, but I want you to know that I would be incredible happy, if I could give you a good time. And now, as I am your property and have no right to ask for anything, do as you please with me.“</span> <br/><br/>Deanna closed her eyes and she waited for the slaves to enter. Or for her to be dragged to the Arena. Or for Sintrina leaving the room to never return to it. A thought went through her head. <span style="font-style: italic">This also had been her life. Fantastic, Deanna, well done.</span></div>