<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 enjoyed the kiss, enjoyed the hand, enjoyed the fingers and she absolutely enjoyed to get more pressure on her clit. She could feel her muscles clench, her belly starting to shiver, her fluids boiling inside and how her hole got more and more wet...and then she cried out in sheer frustration when Sintrina stopped everything and walked away. Deanna panted heavily, she wanted to cum, she wanted to shout out her agony...and this little bastard of a Queen kept toying with her mind. Deanna knew that it was all part of the punishment, toying with her mind, making her hope for relief or for softness and giving her the opposite then. Sintrina was a master in manipulation and Deanna was on the receiving end of it. But as much as it frustrated her as much it increased her arousal.<br/><br/>Sintrina returned with some more toys and Deanna was calm when the breast clamps were fixed to her sensitive nipples. The pain went away after a while and she felt the tingling sensations of it. She could endure that...<br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"This will be for later..."</span>, Deanna's eyes gulped again. She knew a butt-plug when she saw one. Oh, Sintrina was really a bastard. Her poor virgin ass. She just hoped she could pay the Queen back, at least a little. She wanted to hear her whimpers too. <span style="color: #80BF00">"I think you'll like this one, though. I'll be sure to go nice and slow--your little hole is a bit tight after all..."</span> Deanna shivered in anticipation of the dildo. Yes, she wanted it, she needed it, craved for it.<br/><br/>Sintrina placed herself between her legs and she licked her pussy, licked her clit, sucked it until Deanna was just ready to climax and was once more hung out dry. <span style="font-style: italic">Dammit, Sintrina.</span> She felt the tip of the dildo at her center and then it sneaked in. Yes, she was tight, but it was not unpleasant. She had no sex for a long time and no man for years. Of course she was tight. <br/><br/><span style="color: #80BF00">"Tell me, Deanna, when you are too full..."</span><br/><br/>Hah, as if she would fall for this. What would she do then, pull it out and leaving her again unsatisfied? Or shove it all the way in to give her pain? No, she had enough of this plays and she wanted Sintrina to know it. <br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">„Your such a bastard, Sintrina. You like to play with my head, right? You want me to walk into a direction and then you do the opposite, just to show me that I am helpless and that you can toy with me. Damn, I know that you can toy with me, you don't have to prove it to me every other minute.“</span> Deanna had not realised that she had called the Queen for the first time with her name. It had completely slipped her attention. But she was too frustrated and too furious to think straight. <span style="color: #FF8000">„As you will just hope for me to say stop, to humiliate me again by shoving it all in then...damn, give me that pain you are craving for, make me cry out in terror and shove it in. Now!!!“</span></div>