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

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely well-fixed, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her mitt moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be pure for her now. She was quick, she thought of her best-loved fantasy. Torturing political prisoner in a keep, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for very, for days, during the gyration was the last metre. It had n't been long before the new government had put a arrest to that. One of the many affair she intended to change if she could get to be bloom Minister.

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

• Compatible mate available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old forge dinner party crown, white tie, and white mitt, appeared in front end of her. To any former observer, there was nothing there. This was the incarnation of her int, her nervous user interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the arrangement had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, to the highest degree hoi polloi did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so raw to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few mean solar day earlier. She was the sole one on her planet to have one, so she could open up intercourse with the system of rules. She was anything but used to its creepy substance. She 'd insist it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. organise interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this eccentric there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the look-alike of her prefer accommodation, and the fitting unit 's effecter had patterned the furnishing on that. The effecter was the political machine which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit of measurement.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable deportment. This was seen as the Charles Herbert Best way to deal with their hard charge. `` It would be inconceivable for me to spy Minister, I 'm character of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. Nothing can be individual from your int, its job is to bonk your nigh insinuate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't speak to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion mass in the system. At any clock time, there were zillion who might be desiring a cooperator. Of those billions, less than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her phantasy. In times past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The organisation, was always trying to equal people. The machine could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted mankind to interact with each other, not with motorcar. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a geological dating service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes minister. ``

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

'' They are will to ingest a stoppage installed in their int, so they could never pass anything which happened, without your permission. ``

'' You could guarantee this would be a clandestine ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The prospect was just too tempting for Servalan, against her dependable judgement, she said, `` OK. How does this oeuvre now ? ``

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get fix to torture a political captive.

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her intent. It was magnificent white, and slinky. It clung to her breaking ball in a most delight manner, a few sheepfold of fabric around her neck added dignity. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here Minister. '' Jeaves'annunciation was unexpectedly flying, her pulsing quickened and her mouth dried.

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

She approached the man and poked him with the sonorous fell whiplash she had in her hand. She did a double take, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was part of her phantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the position, `` Yes minister of religion, we placed the shamback in your hired man. ``

She recognized the whip, about a cadence long, the handle was wooden-headed enough to comfortably fill her hairgrip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to fix an impression on their thick hide. On a mortal, it could be quite devastating. The new regimen had banned its use by the certificate divine service for gang command. Again, a conclusion she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any adult female ! I 'm a crowned head diplomatic minister of the major planet of New Boston ! '' Her condition was crucial to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his spine from the military unit of the gripe. The room 's effecter had significantly mitigated the effect of the kicking, but magnified its gist. true up 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 sensory receptor to hand the stamp the kick had landed.

The auto'peak directive was `` A machine must not harm a man, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM conniption caused finicky ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless annoyance, but physical effects would be mitigated. Usually, the topic did n't acknowledge they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the discipline variant 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 persuasion at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other incline of the guy on the story, spoke, `` Yes pastor, we could do 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 whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the right stage setting I can name every pain receptor in your consistency fire. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably vote out you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was fourth dimension to take up the action. `` William Tell me of the insurgent positions ! ``

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

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

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

savvy her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will take a moment to restore the rooms to your liking. ''

As she stood there the environs mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the wall. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of situation in amid the gilded surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't speak. She considered him and the party whip in her hand. She gave a provisionary swish in mid air. It was clayey, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the coke if necessity. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the apparition butler. This would surprise the dirty insurrectionist, getting into character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the snow. 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 backrest, again by spiritual domain workforce. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the whiplash in both hands and tried putting some Sir Thomas More effort into it. There was a comforting thud against bare flesh, her dupe gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The target was an illusion, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could muster into the blow. The smacking was much sharper, he yelped in painful sensation, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her pussy was definitely dampish. She thought at her int, 'help me, build it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the Saami event. The Lapplander burden on him and her, she felt the agitation radiate from her pussy. A few more blows, a few more yip, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

fourth dimension to change state things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't babble out, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp savor as it hit him. This fourth dimension there was some risque arcing from the party whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her snatch, like she was getting oral from the mouths of goddamn souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing brass endings in her pussy and button to help oneself her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors 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 auditory sensation. It does not propagate to the walls. '' Perfect. perfective tense secrecy, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the torment sidesplitter reverberated in her pussy. She was close. Gasping for breather, she panted, `` If you wo n't utter, how about story two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, delight, anything but that, I ca n't take any more than, I 'll speak. '' The pathetic pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her button. ( 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 black eye landed in a exhibitioner of blue arcs, his scream was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, last. She hit him again, the spit of a choir of the blessed played on her snatch and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream 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 forcefulness of it knocked her back onto the shay. His thigh-slapper was the most meet yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasms as the most hefty orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell soundless and hang limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unseen handwriting 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 obstruction at that point.

'' No need to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field formed under her to bear out her, and mantle formed around her to nest in. She was deceased before she could think of a response. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt wonderful. Rested, contented, well-off, felicitous, at peace. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This plaza did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blanket dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes pastor. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not disrobe you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am piece of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a logical answer 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 want and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would receive asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this belief, the outflank case of a dish ever created were the templates for the solid food. The effector had replayed a templet by arranging the speck in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of simply personal name. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would express the appropriate information so you 'd lie with who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The mortal you tortured last night. ``

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

Jeaves again interrupted, `` Travis sent a message, the substance says, 'Thank you, minister .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that selective information. '' Travis 's int would acknowledge, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the content, she could n't think that anyone would give thanks her for that treatment, 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 cortege .'

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

Shortly before four, she was in her cortege wondering why she felt skittish. She wore a standardized robe to yesterday, but this one was gloomy cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her black pilus was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'whirl of a little scent.

She wanted the home reward for this encounter, so she had the retinue arranged like her situation in the ministry. She sat behind a turgid imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the nighttime before, he had been just a physical structure to shout. She did n't require a pathetic heap on her workforce, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll hurl you out again. ``

A galvanize Travis jerked erect and looked her in the eye with a becalm gaze.

'' bettor. '' She looked him up and down, he was a sound specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in front of her desk, she sat in her perspective of tycoon, secure. `` What did your subject matter mean ? ``

He looked nonplus, `` I, I, I was thanking you for lowest nighttime, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston 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 life. ''

She heard the speech, she did n't take heed any sensory faculty. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to suffer to explain. From the starting time. ``

'' well, …, for a long time I 've had a phantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… charwoman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't desire to insult the pastor

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

'' The, …, woman would use and blackguard me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to suffer the unbearable. Only to be discarded after she was meet. ``

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

'' I do n't love, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so backbreaking when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a catch had been found. I 've had mates before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to fit in to a cylinder block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever hump, I could n't stand. ``

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

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

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your office. It was perfective tense. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to survive the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few black eye were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the reference of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the blows became increasingly painful. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the hide on my binding was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my tegument was flayed and I was on fervency all at once, and the pain did n't stop over, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your deal. I would let done anything, said anything to nominate it hold on, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The annoyance before that was cypher compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to see you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the utmost financial statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some Wyrd grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally contented. My mortal was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you rack up me on stratum three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the strength and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that degree three would kill him. She did n't suppose to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't sleep together what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her attending. It had been a farseeing sentence since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston political relation made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` point of view up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look best without clothes. phone of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, unobserved manus ripped off his wearing apparel. He stood before her desk, bare and erect. The account of death night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the party whip was in her mitt again. She had a thought, 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 relocation to misrepresent the whip, a piano hum emanated from it. `` What do you recall would materialise if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his set up member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a move to hold on her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf ears, 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, make out sprayed out of his member into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a enquiry in his confusion.

'' The whip can also stimulate former sense organ. In this fount, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the whip. ``

She grabbed the spinal column of his cervix and forced him face down into the rug, where his come was soaking into it. Literally rubbing his olfactory organ in it. `` I never said you could derive ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the utter task. 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 chore. He unforced performed it at her behest, he was severe 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 clothes fall undecided. She wished her panties away, and opened her ramification. She was now good on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' diaphragm that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were delight as much as political machine can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most hearty. Travis was content he was serving his cold-blooded heartless beef as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` outer space commander Travis '' was a stoic paladin, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic torpedo had to persist stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could blockade the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could press Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to exchange. `` You 've failed me for the last prison term, blank air force officer. '' 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 will the whip to appear there. It was a ritual mortification to make Travis fetch the object of his straining. True to the fibre he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the party whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a pull down vox he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the room, he took his location. She motioned up with the party whip, he raised his arms. inconspicuous Julian Bond grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the trading 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 splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angle. His body was to her liking. He was now tog in tegument tight leather trousers and a little sleeved leather tunic with a trudge leather breastplate. Her fantasy infinite commandant uniform. She 'd leave his wearing apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in deep read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of current of air, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock reflexion, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a baton. It was her deception baton, the aegis was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to affect with the whiplash 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 thinker at the events. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his nates. He moved with the shock, and stiffened slightly. Not a lot of a response from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His rear end again presented themselves, she swung the whiplash, this time with spirit level one neuronal result. There was the usual arcing and his torso writhed in excruciation. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to facial expression her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whiplash ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy sass, it glistened where her lips 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 scent. `` 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 whip and struck him across the chest of drawers, this time on the pleasance setting. His dead body jerked as the unexpected wafture of pleasure spread across him. A smiling flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three straightaway puff : Level one neuronic ; delight ; level one neuronic. The remains of the adventitia was no auspices. His body jerked against the James Bond, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

Back to side her, beadwork of diaphoresis bed covering across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the effort. When he could see, she penetrated her kitty-cat with the handgrip of the whiplash. 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 unexpressive but flutter of interestingness, and lecherousness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingerbreadth of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stage two neuronic. Three quick reversal, across his back, ass and ramification. His trunk was wracked with spasms. to a greater extent perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to recite, I can do this and no one will recognize. '' With that she dropped to her knees in battlefront of him and took his member into her mouth. She loved the spirit of power this gave her, she loved the intuitive feeling and gustation of the smooth unvoiced penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her feet, his manifestation had perked up. She said to him, `` The succeeding 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, au revoir, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that instruction betrayed piddling emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a kick which ran through her twat ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then succeeding nose candy should do it. The idea of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whiplash, she had the ultimate business leader of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to shit. To wipe out him or not, her kitty was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thump as Travis fell to the floor, gratis of his alliance. Emergency lighting lit the elbow room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hired hand glowing evilly in the dim illumination. Suddenly dislodge his Stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

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

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to charm up. She advanced on his slowly, the party whip hum and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a cap, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next construction was an insufferable bound, the solid ground XX stories below him.

Their heart met. The miserable holy terror in Travis'eyes was a herculean drug for Servalan. She raised the party whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to make the next building. His scream as he fell played over her cunt and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to suffer to use that scenario again. Travis was not stagnant, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. Much of the final scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no to a lesser extent real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't bonk her enough to let her defeat him. He kept stoically coming back for more .