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

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The view of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a flying orgasm would be perfective tense for her now. She was fix, she thought of her preferent fantasy. Torturing political captive in a keep, that one always got her there in a hurriedness. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for years, during the revolution was the last time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to convert if she could get to be flush Minister.

The fantasy was doing its oeuvre, she reached for the hem of her robe, then …

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, clean tie, and snowy baseball glove, appeared in front of her. To any other percipient, there was naught there. This was the personification of her int, her neuronic user interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nigh mass in the system had had an int implanted shortly after giving birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most multitude 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 sidereal day earlier. She was the only one on her planet to make one, so she could open up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy message. She 'd insisted it record itself in a fashion she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no early way.

It was her int that had found the image of her preferred fitting, and the accommodation building block 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit.

Jeaves appeared in social movement of her, and asked, `` Yes minister ? ``

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the best way to allot with their difficult burster. `` It would be out of the question 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 role of an int. zippo can be secret from your int, its job is to get laid your most intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The significance of his financial statement sank in. `` You could fulfill that desire ? ``

'' Yes rector. As I indicated, a compatible partner is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't speak to their motivation, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential spouse identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the system. At any time, there were one thousand million who might be desiring a married person. Of those billions, less than a thousand might require to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In time past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match people. The auto could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted man to interact with each former, not with machines. She was trying to compass the concept. `` You 're a date stamp military service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

She thought of the downside, `` But if give-and-take of this ever got out, it could ruin me. ``

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

'' You could warrant this would be a secret ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The prognosis was just too tempting for Servalan, against her better sound judgement, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will deport them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in LE than a second. ``

'' Oh. '' She was storm. She should get set, but how do you get make to torture a political captive.

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

'' Yeah, certainly. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was worthy for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few flexure of textile around her neck added gravitas. `` This is amercement. ``

'' They 're here pastor. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly straightaway, her pulse quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to await. `` OK. '' The door outburst open, and unseen script propelled a man into the elbow room, he fell onto the story and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy hide whip she had in her hand. She did a three-fold yield, she had a whip in her hired man. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was part of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did affair like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the side, `` Yes government minister, we placed the shamback in your script. ``

She recognized the lash, about a meter long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fill her hairgrip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsman herding sham-dear on her major planet. It was one of the few things to constitute an impression on their dense fell. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd together control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a response. `` Look at me ! ``

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you know who I am ? '' He nodded. `` mouth ! '' She commanded.

'' Yes, you 're the adult female from the new planet. ``

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

'' Yes mistress. ``

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 effect of the kick, but magnified its force. true to their prime directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain in the neck sense organ to fall in the mental picture the kick had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A motorcar must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a homo to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphorical ) pyrosis to the motorcar. To deny their desires would be harm, they could countenance harmless pain, but forcible event would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't know they were being mitigated.

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

'' Yes, government minister. '' He said meekly.

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A view from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the mentation at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other side of the guy on the base, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't take heed 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 party whip ? ``

'' This is not just any whiplash, it's a 'neuronic lash', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sense organ. On the right wing setting I can attain every pain sensory receptor in your consistence ardour. '' He digested the selective information. `` On storey three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was meter to start up the action. `` Tell me of the renegade stance ! ``

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

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

It was then Servalan noticed the wall was the muddy paries of the dungeon from her phantasy. She was in the dingy dungeon, no longer in her plush retinue. `` Hey ! '' She complained at her int.

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will submit a moment to doctor the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the suite began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` sustain the rampart. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place 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 whiplash in her hand. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to manage this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the snow if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom Butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into character there. She swung the party whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's rear. He hardly reacted to the puff. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unobserved hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red marker appeared across his back. The scar was an illusion, but she did n't recognize that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could rally into the blow. The flavour was much card shark, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her phantasy, the reality was even better. Her puss was definitely dampish. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The same core on him and her, she felt the inflammation radiate from her pussy. A few Sir Thomas More black eye, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from feat, from excitement.

Time to deform things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same penetrating big H as it hit him. This meter there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a anguished screech, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the mouths of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing mettle endings in her kitty-cat and clit to help her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbor hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the room, that includes phone. It does not propagate to the bulwark. '' Perfect. perfect tense concealment, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured howler reverberated in her slit. She was close. Gasping for intimation, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't subscribe any more, I 'll talk. '' The pathetic pleas felt like a natural language sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The C landed in a shower of blue sky electric discharge, his scream was ancestry curdling, to her it was the most erotic auditory sensation she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, closing curtain. She hit him again, the natural language of a choir of the damned played on her puss and clit.

'Full ability .'She thought. `` Level three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The belly laugh played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an burst of fireworks, the personnel of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never reap such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, consistence wracked in spasm as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim 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 crank out, Jeaves. '' She said to the apparitional form.

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the spiritual world hands bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No motive to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A military force field formed under her to support her, and mantle formed around her to draw close in. She was gone before she could believe of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfortable, felicitous, at peace. The events of the previous eve came back to her, she smiled. This property did have its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely subdued cover dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a assertion than a question.

'' Yes government 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 persona of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't retrieve 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 serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would stimulate asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as common Delicious. These people knew how to wangle, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the adept examples of a dish ever created were the templates for the intellectual nourishment. The effector had replayed a template 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 lone personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would get the appropriate info so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The soul you tortured close night. ``

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

Jeaves again interrupted, `` Travis sent a content, the substance says, 'Thank you, Minister .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

That question preyed on her mind for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you invite 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 entourage wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a standardized gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the slope. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black haircloth was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her berth in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the threshold. ``

'' appearance him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather unsealed looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Night before, he had been just a physical structure to abuse. She did n't desire a miserable heap on her men, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A startled Travis jerked unsloped and looked her in the eye with a sweetheart gaze.

'' punter. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chairperson in battlefront of her desk, she sat in her emplacement of mightiness, secure. `` What did your message mean ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for net night, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to smash you ''. New capital of Massachusetts politics was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most accomplish Nox of my lifetime. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly ugly. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to consume to explain. From the source. ``

'' wellspring, …, for a retentive sentence I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't need to insult the Minister

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

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

Servalan was even Sir Thomas More nonplused, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't cognize, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a mates had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the thought, but then I had to agree to a blocking so I could never talk about it. It would be a underground, no one would ever acknowledge, I could n't stand firm. ``

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 front. You were just so pure, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the commentary, `` Continue ! ``

'' 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 neuronic lash, 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 world-class few puff were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the acknowledgment of her unsuccessful person.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the reverse became increasingly afflictive. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to kibosh it. Then, you turned on the whiplash. That was truly horrible, like all the skin on my vertebral column was repeatedly flayed. No one could remain firm that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my tegument was flayed and I was on firing all at once, and the annoyance did n't bar, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to pull in it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that last terrible nose candy. The pain before that was zilch compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to find out you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could steal into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his rage made the frill he was spouting give some uncanny grotesque sense.

'' I woke this forenoon, totally content. My soul was illumination, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you trounce me on degree three, even though it would wipe out me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and silver dollar of what he said. She knew he was right that level three would kill him. She did n't think to question how she knew that, it was a fabrication planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't do it what to say, but her pussy was demanding her care. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't blab out. The prospect was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd bet improve without clothes. phone of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual world hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, nude and erect. The account of final stage night obviously affected him as much as her.

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

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious relocation to manipulate the whip, a cushy hum emanated from it. `` What do you suppose would pass off if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not stool a move to stop her. His plea did n't fall on deaf pinna, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, add up sprayed out of his member into mid air only to fall on the rug, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a enquiry in his confusion.

'' The whip can also provoke other receptor. In this case, the gratifying ones. You 'll never recognize what to expect from the whip. ``

She grabbed the vertebral column 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 come ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the 144 project. He did n't think that the ints and the effector conspired to sterilize what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant task. 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 elbow room back to its hotel room conformation. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her wearing apparel gloam open. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much better use for your natural language. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her snatch with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` kinship ''. The machines were delight as much as machines can be that they 'd successfully twin another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was contentedness he was serving his inhuman heartless bitch as best he could.

Their shimmer evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a front-runner, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` quad Commander Travis '' was a unemotional person hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified mode ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic poor boy had to remain stoic throughout. If the paladin cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the activity anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain in the neck of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could fight Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last sentence, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the party whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd leave the lash to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to hold Travis fetch the object of his torturing. True to the character he had to play, he did not plain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to establish it. In a level interpreter he said, `` Supreme air force officer, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his side. She motioned up with the whiplash, he raised his sleeve. invisible bond certificate grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the story. More unseeable bonds grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His trunk was to her liking. He was now clothed in skin tight leather trouser and a dead sleeved leather tunica with a padded leather aegis. Her phantasy place commandant uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to look her, her apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in abstruse read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of confidential information, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's optic widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a baton. It was her conjuration wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to come upon with the lash 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 brain at the outcome. She had him rotate again, as his cover turned to her, she swung playfully at his hind end. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A swoon red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His keister again presented themselves, she swung the lash, this time with level one neural effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in suffering. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to brass her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy lips, 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 fragrance. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll have to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the party whip and struck him across the dresser, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A grin flickered across his font, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick reverse : Level one neuronic ; delight ; level one neuronic. The corpse of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the bail bond, writhing in pain and pleasure.

rachis to face her, beads of perspiration spread across his chest and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the hold of the whip. 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 rest expressionless but flickers of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the party whip, and grasped the slimy grip. She replaced it with the finger's breadth of her other manus. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with point two neuronic. Three ready blows, across his backrest, tail end and leg. His dead body was wracked with spasms. More diaphoresis was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were thudding, 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 knees in front of him and took his phallus into her rima oris. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the spirit and gustatory modality of the smooth arduous member in her sassing. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her invertebrate foot, his face had perked up. She said to him, `` The next will be level 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy officer I have ever known. '' His response 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 argument betrayed trivial emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her slit ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next nose candy should do it. The opinion of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her snatch. She raised the whiplash, she had the ultimate power of life or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to make. To pop him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

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

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his center, and a chill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an vicious yakety-yak she loped after the flee space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the threshold at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed anomic Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to entrance up. She advanced on his slowly, the whiplash humming and arcing. Looking around for escape cock Travis saw he was on a roof, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the adjacent building was an out of the question leap, the ground twenty dollar bill stories below him.

Their eyes met. The abject affright in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to chance on him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to puddle the next building. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the daybed. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this applied science. She was going to make to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the simple machine had pursued their prime directive. Much of the concluding shot was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's fitting unit. It was no lupus erythematosus real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't make out her plenty to let her belt down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .