<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 was in heaven. Well, nearly. She had never felt more satisfied than in this orgy. She had come uncountable times in such a short time, that she had stopped even trying to count. And her next climax was building already. Next to her Sandra was still pleading for them to stop, but she had come too several times and the young guard had no power left to push those black goddesses away, especially as it was hopeless, they were hanging on them like leeches. Literally, they had practically sucked every place that could be sucked. Deanna had no intention to push the short-haired, coffee-black girl of her. No, this was far too good. She came with another piercing moan, her body bucking like a horse in a rodeo, her body arched back, her head bend back to the max, her eyes closed. Oh damn, this felt so unbelievable good and the black girl didn’t stop to tease her and her lust build up again immediately. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Oh my gosh…I will ask Kira for those drugs and then I order you over Sandra. You can’t resist me, like you couldn’t resist me, when I pulled you in this. You will be my little sextoy, you little buxom bunny, you…“</span> Deanna meant every word she said. Kira would give her those drugs and then she would give them to Sandra and Sandra would please her all night long. Like a sextoy. Her sextoy. Her private little sexslave. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„No..oh god, nooooo!“</span><br/><br/>It was nearly a cry of someone fearing of her life and Deanna gave a dry, dirty laugh. Yes, Sandra Dilanio was now her private lust object, her sex slave until she died. Her voice was ringing with the satisfaction of ultimate power over Sandra, while the girl stuttered full of panic.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„You thought you get out of this, Sandra? You think I would not blackmail you into being my personal sexslave now, my own private sextoy to please my lust? Oh no, baby, you should have stayed clear of me, sweety. The moment you tried to pull me out of this bed, you had been doomed. I like your innocent body, your panicked tries to escape and your squeels when you fight your orgasms to run over you, honey. I will marvel in your horror when you have to please me. And you will please me, believe me…“</span><br/><br/>Deanna relaxed her body and her hand went to her left, where she knew that Sandra’s massive breast was, to pinch her nipples again and to make the girl whimper. She came up empty, touching only empty sheets. Two more hands touched her body in this damn sensual way of those black girls. Deanna could feel the bed whip, like someone had tried to get out of it quickly.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„Ur Majesty, I…“</span><br/><br/>Deanna understood majesty and wondered for a brief second, why she was called now majesty. Did Sandra confuse her with the…Queen?! She ripped her eyes open, trying to focus on the two black girls on her body, a shivering Sandra on the floor and the two persons standing at the bedside. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">„I had believed this room to be empty…wanted her to recover…came back, found the slaves on her….wanted to get her out…I never…Majesty please, not the Arena…“</span><br/><br/>Sandra had stuttered out apologies on the floor at the Queen’s feet. Deanna suddenly realized how hopeless this situation was. She had to blame Sandra for it, it was her only chance to get out of this. But before she could speak up, the icy voice of the Shadow filled the room. <br/><br/> <span style="color: #80BF00">„Dilanio, you wait in the Queen’s bedroom for us to arrive. And don’t even think to run, girl. We will decide later what happens to you, depending on the words of your sexpartner here.“</span> <br/><br/>Deanna swallowed hard. This was not looking good for Sandra, but she would not defend the guard. Sandra’s punishment was her way out. No, she would be on the stands when the girl would be in the arena and she would shed a tear when she died, but she would not be with her in the arena.</div>