Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her status as a Sovereign pastor. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The adjustment were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that special weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, shay. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her genital organ. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was set, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political captive in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for real number, for days, during the gyration was the last-place time. It had n't been long before the new regimen had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

The fantasy was doing its piece of work, she reached for the hem of her gown, then …

• Compatible partner available.

She was jarred out of her fantasy by that. In a most aggravated feeling, she said to slenderize air, `` What ! Show yourself, so I can talk to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, whiteness tie, and white gloves, appeared in front line of her. To any other commentator, there was nix there. This was the personification of her int, her nervous interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the organisation had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the solely one on her planet to induce one, so she could unfold up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it shew itself in a personal manner she could interact normally with. aim fundamental interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no former way.

It was her int that had found the image of her favour accommodations, and the fitting unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the simple machine which performed what looked like conjuring trick. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit.

Jeaves appeared in front of her, and asked, `` Yes parson ? ``

'' You 're snooping on me ? This is personal ? ``

Jeaves had an imperturbable demeanour. This was seen as the best way to dole out with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop curate, I 'm part of you. ``

'' But it private, ca n't I turn you off ? ``

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the office of an int. Nothing can be private from your int, its job is to do it your most intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The conditional relation of his instruction sank in. `` You could fulfill that desire ? ``

'' Yes Minister. As I indicated, a compatible collaborator is uncommitted. ``

'' There 's someone who wants to do that ? ``

'' I ca n't verbalise to their motivating, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential drop cooperator identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the organisation. At any time, there were one thousand million who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, to a lesser extent than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would give birth been unbelievably golden to induce found any of them.

The system, was always trying to couple people. The automobile could furnish any conceivable experience, but they wanted world to interact with each former, not with political machine. She was trying to hold on the concept. `` You 're a dating service as well ? ``

'' We strive to fulfill your every desire. Often that is achieved by matching compatible partners. ``

'' You could get me somebody I could do that to ? '' She was n't indisputable she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

She thought of the downside, `` But if word of this ever got out, it could bankrupt me. ``

'' They are willing to have a block installed in their int, so they could never communicate anything which happened, without your permission. ``

'' You could guarantee this would be a hole-and-corner ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The view was just too tempting for Servalan, against her undecomposed sagacity, she said, `` OK. How does this body of work now ? ``

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

She did n't know what that meant in actuality. `` How long will that take ? ``

'' He can be here in less than a minute. ``

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get ready to rack a political prisoner.

She looked down at her nightgown. Jeaves spoke, `` If your attire is not to your liking, I can stage for anything else you desire. ``

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing affair, but for now the gown was suitable for her determination. It was superb white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of material around her neck added lordliness. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here curate. '' Jeaves'promulgation was unexpectedly quick, her pulse rate quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not for sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The door burst open, and unseen bridge player propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the expectant hide whip she had in her hired hand. She did a double return, she had a whip in her mitt. It had n't been there a minute before, but it was persona of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the side, `` Yes diplomatic minister, we placed the shamback in your helping hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably sate her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few thing to induce an belief on their buddy-buddy skin. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security serve for crowd mastery. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a reaction. `` reckon at me ! ``

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you screw who I am ? '' He nodded. `` address ! '' She commanded.

'' Yes, you 're the cleaning lady from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign diplomatic minister of the major planet of New Hub of the Universe ! '' Her position was authoritative to her, she never let anyone block it.

'' Yes schoolma'am. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his rachis from the force of the kick. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the impression of the kick, but magnified its impression. true to their premier directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few infliction receptor to leave the impression the rush had landed.

The machines'peak directive was `` A machine must not harm a man, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphorical ) pyrosis to the automobile. To refuse their desires would be harm, they could take into account harmless pain, but physical effects would be mitigated. Usually, the case did n't screw they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the correct form of address. ``

'' Yes, Minister. '' He said meekly.

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A thought from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the cerebration at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the early side of the guy on the base, spoke, `` Yes diplomatic minister, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you know what this is ? '' Brandishing the lash again.

The guy looked puzzled, and hesitantly said, `` A whip ? ``

'' This is not just any lash, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptor. On the mightily background I can make every pain sensation receptor in your consistency fire. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably pop you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that expectation, Servalan decided it was meter to start the action. `` William Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, feeling for the scene. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never talk. ``

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not distinct at this point, how the victim got shackled to the dungeon wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed human face first against the rampart. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

It was then Servalan noticed the wall was the dingy rampart of the dungeon from her fantasy. She was in the dingy dungeon, no longer in her plush suite. `` Hey ! '' She complained at her int.

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're blue Minister, it will postulate a bit to regenerate the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the rooms began to reappear. She said aloud, `` hold on the wall. '' She liked the keep wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of office in amid the sumptuous surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't speak. She considered him and the whip in her hired man. She gave a provisional swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to wield this weapon system. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the puff if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the spectre butler. This would surprise the dirty Rebel, getting into fictitious character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's vertebral column. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling affair. That should get ripped off, then with a renting phone the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the ravishment. Servalan picked up the whip in both paw and tried putting some to a greater extent try into it. There was a meet thumping against bare shape, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an conjuration, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the forte she could muster into the nose candy. The hell dust was much sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very vicious looking Mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her illusion, the reality was even better. Her puss was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, induce it that hard .'Then she swung the lash easily and it had the Saami result. The Sami effect on him and her, she felt the agitation radiate from her pussy. A few more shock, a few more yelp, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

clock time to become things up, she thought, 'make the lash minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't verbalise, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp thunder as it hit him. This time there was some bluish arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her kitty, like she was getting viva from the mouths of cursedly someone. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve closing in her pussy and clit to avail her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbour hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all get-up-and-go in the room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the walls. '' Perfect. perfect tense seclusion, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the torment riot reverberated in her snatch. She was close. Gasping for breath, she panted, `` If you wo n't babble out, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't film any to a greater extent, I 'll utter. '' The pathetic plea felt like a lingua sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't manage if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a cascade of blue arcs, his sidesplitter was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the damned played on her pussycat and clit.

'Full power .'She thought. `` tier three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to occur as she swung the whiplash with all the military unit she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the force of it knocked her back onto the daybed. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never suck up such a beautiful wow from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in cramp as the most brawny orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up weakly and saw the still form of the man. `` Throw the Methedrine out, Jeaves. '' She said to the spectral form.

'' Yes pastor. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the spiritual domain men bundled him out of the room.

She idly thought ,'I need to get to the bed .'But, the prospect of actually getting up and walking to the bed was such an unsurmountable obstacle at that point.

'' No need to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A military group field of honor formed under her to support her, and cover formed around her to nuzzle in. She was deceased before she could believe of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt tremendous. Rested, contented, comfortable, well-chosen, at public security. The event of the previous eve came back to her, she smiled. This stead did experience its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft mantle dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a instruction than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am region of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't consider of a logical response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall dish breakfast. ``

His proactive get together of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would have asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These mass knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the in effect object lesson of a bag ever created were the template for the food. The effector had replayed a guide by arranging the atoms in the food.

While she was eating, Jeaves announced, `` Travis is calling. ``

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the substance from the int would express the appropriate entropy so you 'd jazz who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The mortal you tortured last night. ``

Her pussy throbbed at the memory, but she said, `` Why would I want to speak to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the call option and she continued with breakfast.

Jeaves again interrupted, `` Travis sent a substance, the subject matter says, 'Thank you, parson .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not lav to that information. '' Travis 's int would know, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't imagine that anyone would thank her for that handling, there must be some subtext she was missing.

That question preyed on her thinker for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you ask round Travis to tea at four in my suite .'

'' Certainly, minister. '' Replied Jeaves. Shortly after he said, `` He has accepted your invitation. ``

Shortly before four, she was in her rooms wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a standardised surgical gown to yesterday, but this one was bring down cut, and it was split up the incline. She examined the hair and composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her black hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'pass of a piddling scent.

She wanted the household reward for this meeting, so she had the suite arranged like her office in the ministry. She sat behind a bombastic imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather unsettled looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the dark before, he had been just a physical structure to pervert. She did n't want a pathetic slew on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll drop you out again. ``

A startled Travis jerked upright and looked her in the eye with a steady gaze.

'' bettor. '' She looked him up and down, he was a full specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chairperson in nominal head of her desk, she sat in her berth of power, secure. `` What did your message mean ? ``

He looked pose, `` I, I, I was thanking you for death night, what else ? '' She could remember of mess else it might mean, from `` screwing you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a approximative business.

'' Why would you thank me for that ? '' She sounded as incredulous as she felt.

'' It was the most fulfilling night of my life. ''

She heard the Logos, she did n't hear any sentiency. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly frightful. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to have to explain. From the beginning. ``

'' Well, …, for a farsighted fourth dimension I 've had a illusion. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the Minister

Servalan though it fair input, `` Continue. ``

'' The, …, woman would use and abuse me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to endure the unendurable. Only to be discarded after she was satisfied. ``

Servalan was even more puzzled, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't bonk, but it always turns me on so a great deal when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a lucifer had been found. I 've had lucifer before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to check to a pulley-block so I could never talk about it. It would be a hole-and-corner, no one would ever know, I could n't withstand. ``

She interrupted, `` Its you who 's blocked, not me. ``

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to talk. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so perfect, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the comment, `` keep on ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neural party whip, I knew I could n't stomach that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the get-go few blows were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the credit of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than than made up for it, the blows became increasingly sore. I could n't stomach it, but I could n't do anything to bar it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly atrocious, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could fend that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my hide was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't terminate, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life-time was in your hands. I would take in done anything, said anything to relieve oneself it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that terminal unspeakable setback. The pain before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to learn you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could drop away into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last assertion, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this good morning, totally content. My soulfulness was Light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would wipe out me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and satin flower of what he said. She knew he was right that level three would shoot down him. She did n't think to marvel how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interaction some.

She did n't know what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a tenacious time since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuosity of a man. New Hub of the Universe politics made that hard. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't lecture. The prognosis was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look safe without apparel. sound of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual domain handwriting ripped off his wearing apparel. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The history of in conclusion night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her paw again. She had a persuasion, then she thought to Jeaves, 'Can you do that ?'

'' We can do that. '' Jeaves, visible only to her, said that.

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious move to manipulate the party whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would encounter if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a motility to stop her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erection, he stiffened in prevision, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, come sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall down on the carpet, then he sank to his genu. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also stimulate other receptors. In this lawsuit, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the party whip. ``

She grabbed the back of his neck and forced him face down into the carpet, where his come was soaking into it. Literally rubbing his olfactory organ in it. `` I never said you could fare ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross undertaking. He did n't think that the ints and the effecter conspired to sterilize what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant undertaking. He willing performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the room back to its hotel room configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her dress fall open. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now wax on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' stop that ! I have a much ameliorate use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` family relationship ''. The simple machine were please as very much as automobile can be that they 'd successfully matched another human couplet. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was substance he was serving his coldness heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a favourite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't possess a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` Space air force officer Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme air force officer Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to continue stoic throughout. If the hoagie cried out, or screamed the conniption would be over. Travis could finish the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the hurting of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could crusade Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to switch. `` You 've failed me for the last time, Space commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whiplash. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whiplash to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to shit Travis bring in the object of his distortion. True to the part he had to work, he did not sound off, he stayed deaf-mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to testify it. In a flat voice he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his weapon. Invisible bond paper grabbed him around the wrist and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his mortise joint, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the lost Travis. She willed the dislocate Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angle. His trunk was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trouser and a myopic sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather egis. Her fantasy blank commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to boldness her, her apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a blanched cape, lined in bass read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantasm gust of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's heart widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the egis did its job and protected him from the black eye. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the aegis, like the whip was a verge. It was her magic trick wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the adventitia flapping opened. She made to chance upon with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his vertebral column turned to her, she swung playfully at his posterior. He moved with the coke, and stiffened slightly. Not a lot of a reaction from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to confront his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall miss your body when you 're utterly. ``

His backside again presented themselves, she swung the lash, this time with level one neuronic effects. There was the common arcing and his body writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` tier one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to human face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the party whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her kitty-cat mouth, it glistened where her sass had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, he breathed deeply of her aroma. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll bear to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whip and struck him across the bureau, this metre on the delight setting. His body jerked as the unexpected moving ridge of pleasance spread across him. A grinning flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the poker-faced expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : level one neuronic ; delight ; level one neuronic. The corpse of the tunic was no protective cover. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in painful sensation and pleasure.

Back to boldness her, beads of perspiration cattle ranch across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lustfulness, not the elbow grease. When he could see, she penetrated her cunt with the handle of the lash. She really wanted his penis to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flickers of interest group, and luxuria, flitted across his face.

She extracted the lash, and grasped the slimy grip. She replaced it with the fingers of her other deal. `` Lets see what you think of tier two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with horizontal surface two neuronic. Three spry nose candy, across his back, seat and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. Sir Thomas More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were deadening, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her articulatio genus in front of him and took his penis into her sass. She loved the feeling of index this gave her, she loved the flavor and gustation of the smooth hard penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her human foot, his locution had perked up. She said to him, `` The succeeding will be raze 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known. '' His answer was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that instruction betrayed petty emotion. The aggregate servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her kitty-cat ( her int was cheating again ). She was fold to coming, then adjacent blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her puss. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of living or end over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to make. To vote out him or not, her twat was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible magnate, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bonds. pinch lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, party whip in script glowing evilly in the dim lightness. Suddenly free his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the affright and desperation in his optic, and a thrill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to arrive at the door. With an evil cackle she loped after the fleeing space air force officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daytime and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to arrest up. She advanced on his slowly, the lash humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the future construction was an unimaginable bounce, the ground twenty fib below him.

Their eye met. The abject brat in Travis'optic was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate try to make the next building. His screeching as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her leg buckled under her.

When she finally opened her middle, she was in her retinue, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to throw to use that scenario again. Travis was not utterly, as the machines had pursued their quality directive. Much of the final scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less genuine to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her sufficiency to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .