<span style="color: #FF0000"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Kira Planckard</span><br/>Angel</div></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/7c8c2c15-5d51-48b3-b990-7287bc6021b5_zps68dfa9fd.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Kira had felt totally satisfied when Donna had entered their living room. She had tested some new stimulating drugs on their little sexslave Dana and it had made the young girl playing with Kira for nearly five hours. Kira had stopped counting her orgasms when they were coming with such short breaks that she was practically jumping from orgasm to orgasm. Now she felt drained and satisfied. She would give that drug to Carrie the next time they were together. That would be fun. Maybe she should take it too. <br/><br/>Kira's eyes followed Dana, when she walked to the kitchen. The girl had a perfect ass and her heavy breasts were tremendous. Maybe she should take her again after the breakfast. The squirting drug they had used last week would be a nice repetition. Kira loved it when the girl in front of her came over and over again, showering her with her cum. Those little sexslaves tasted so delicious...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I think we lost control over the princess."</span><br/><br/>Kira's eyes darted to the microelectronics specialist at their desk. Dana was now completely wiped out of her brain. Kira knew about the motivation of her mother's work, even if she never had spoken about it. But the tendency of it was obvious to someone as intelligent as Kira and she fully approved of it. It was time that the Raffii took over. At least behind the scenes. But if the princess was lost, then the Queen may not be very amused. She may decide to sent them all to the arena. And they weren't ready to take over yet. It may be an emergency stop to their plans. Kira searched the eyes of her mother and she could see that her mother was making contingency plans already.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"I can't say, Deanna. I have run simulations over the data I got and it looks like one device is sending its impulses into the wrong area of the brain. It gets not the expected reactions and powers up to the max, creating some horrible pain signal from the princess and then the safeguards fall into place and cut the connection. If we get the princess in our hands and we can check what is wrong, we may correct it without informing the Queen."</span><br/><br/>Kira snorted even before her mother could reply. That would be really silly. It was already dangerous to work behind the Queen's back, but if the Queen would learn that they had not informed her about problems with the princess? They didn't even tell her all about the regular malfunctions...<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"That would be the dumbest thing we could do. The Queen may allow us to correct the fault if we tell her the story. But if she knows nothing of it and we work on her daughter and it goes wrong, then we can send invitations out to our friends to reserve a good place for the arena, if they want to see us one last time. Nope, we have to inform her. Tell us what you found out so far. Which device doesn't work?" </span></div>