Servalan walked through the room access to her suite and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her status as a crowned head minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just patent Servalan and left the attention of the Ministry behind her. The accommodations were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that extra weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her private parts. She needed something, a fast sexual climax would be gross for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her favorite 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 close meter. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a arrest to that. One of the many things she intended to convert if she could get to be efflorescence 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 tone, she said to slenderize air, `` What ! show yourself, so I can talk to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner crown, gabardine tie, and Caucasian boxing glove, appeared in front of her. To any former beholder, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nearly people in the organization had had an int implanted shortly after nascence and were used to the interaction. In fact, nearly multitude did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so innate to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the only one on her satellite to experience one, so she could open up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd importune it show itself in a personal manner she could interact normally with. target interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

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

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable deportment. This was seen as the best way to contend with their difficult kick. `` It would be impossible for me to stag Minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would nullify the part of an int. nada can be individual from your int, its job is to know your most knowledgeable desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

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

The scheme, was always trying to match people. The machines could allow for any conceivable experience, but they wanted world to interact with each other, not with political machine. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a see service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes government minister. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

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

She looked down at her scrubs. Jeaves spoke, `` If your dress is not to your liking, I can order for anything else you desire. ``

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her intention. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most pleasing mode, a few flock of fabric around her neck added lordliness. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not certain what to look. `` OK. '' The doorway fusillade receptive, and unseen hands propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the storey and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy hide whip she had in her hand. She did a doubling take, she had a party whip in her hand. It had n't been there a second before, but it was constituent 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 face, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was midst enough to comfortably fulfil her clutch, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to make an impression on their heavyset hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new government had banned its use by the security department armed service for crowd 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. `` speak ! '' She commanded.

'' Yes, you 're the woman from the new satellite. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a crowned head diplomatic minister of the satellite of New Bean Town ! '' Her status was crucial to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his spinal column from the force of the kick. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its essence. 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 receptors to make the printing the charge had landed.

The political machine'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inactivity allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM aspect caused picky ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the political machine. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but physical upshot would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't cognise they were being mitigated.

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

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

She brandished the lash, 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 former side of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could set that. '' The guy did n't learn the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sense organ. On the rectify scope I can draw every annoyance receptor in your body flak. '' He digested the entropy. `` On horizontal surface three it will probably bolt down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that view, Servalan decided it was time to start the action mechanism. `` 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 in time, how the victim got shackled to the dungeon wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed aspect first against the rampart. hamper appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her vexation, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry pastor, it will take a consequence to bushel the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` hold the bulwark. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of space in amid the opulent 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 hired hand. She gave a doubtful swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to handle this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows if requirement. ``

She smiled and nodded in recognition to the phantasma butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's backbone. He hardly reacted to the blast. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling affair. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his cover, again by unseen mitt. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping men, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more than drive into it. There was a gratify thud against bare human body, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his vertebral column. The stigma was an fancy, but she did n't have a go at it 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 smack was very much card sharper, he yelped in bother, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the realism was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that severely .'Then she swung the whiplash easily and it had the Lapp effect. The same effect on him and her, she felt the upheaval radiate from her pussy. A few more blows, a few more yelping, and she was panting. Not from campaign, from excitement.

clip to work things up, she thought, 'make the lash minimally neuronal'. `` If you wo n't spill the beans, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the like abrupt hell dust as it hit him. This time there was some gentle arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the oral cavity of blamed souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nervus termination 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 neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, imperturbable, to her side.

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

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured screeching reverberated in her pussy. She was close. Gasping for breather, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about stratum two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any more, I 'll talk. '' The misfortunate plea felt like a tongue 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 blow landed in a shower of blue arcs, his belly laugh was blood curdling, to her it was the most titillating auditory sensation she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the glossa of a choir of the damned played on her snatch and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The screeching played over her clit, she started to derive as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the violence of it knocked her back onto the shay. His screech was the most square yet, the most skilled torturer could never suck such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in muscle spasm as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell dumb and attend limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes pastor. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unseen hands bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No demand to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force theater formed under her to stick out her, and mantle formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could guess of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt miraculous. Rested, contented, prosperous, happy, at peace. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did bear its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely flabby blankets dragged across her boob. 'You did that .'She thought, more a command 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 apparel were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am theatrical role of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a logical reception to that, but a gown appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the daybed. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve well breakfast. ``

His proactive encounter 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 people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this whimsey, the best examples of a dish up ever created were the templates for the food. 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 exclusively personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the appropriate information so you 'd fuck who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The somebody you tortured last night. ``

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

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that data. '' 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 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 ask round Travis to tea at four in my suite .'

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a interchangeable gown to yesterday, but this one was depress cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the whisker and composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her dim hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a niggling scent.

She wanted the home base vantage for this encounter, so she had the cortege arranged like her post in the ministry. She sat behind a gravid imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the threshold. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a body to mistreat. She did n't want a wretched batch on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll shed you out again. ``

A galvanize Travis jerked upright and looked her in the eye with a unbendable gaze.

'' bettor. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in front of her desk, she sat in her stance of baron, secure. `` What did your message have in mind ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for shoemaker's last night, what else ? '' She could recall of plenty else it might mean, from `` turnkey you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston political sympathies was a rough business.

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

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

She heard the actor's line, she did n't see any sense. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a long time I 've had a phantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… adult female. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to affront the Minister

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

'' The, …, cleaning woman would use and step me for her joy, torturing me, I had to live on the unbearable. Only to be discarded after she was satisfied. ``

Servalan was even to a greater extent puzzled, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so a lot when I think of it. I come so strong when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a compeer had been found. I 've had friction match before, but never gone through with the melodic theme, but then I had to hold to a block so I could never talk about it. It would be a hush-hush, no one would ever know, I could n't resist. ``

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

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to blab out. '' Servalan saw the system of logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your mien. 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 nada I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blows were disappointing, they did n't spite at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the credit of her unsuccessful person.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you to a greater extent than made up for it, the blows became increasingly abominable. I could n't bear it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly atrocious, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't stop, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life history was in your hands. I would accept done anything, said anything to establish it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that terminal terrible blow. The pain before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to take heed you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the endure statement, but his rage made the nonsensicality he was spouting make some uncanny grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally depicted object. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on stage three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that level three would shoot down him. She did n't believe to enquire how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't bonk what to say, but her snatch was demanding her attending. It had been a retentive prison term 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 talk. The prospect was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd seem better without clothes. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, unobserved script ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and rear. The account of survive night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her hand again. She had a idea, 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 motility to wangle the whip, a piano hum emanated from it. `` What do you conceive would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his upright penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not take a crap a relocation to stop her. His supplication did n't decrease 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, come sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whiplash can also cause other sensory receptor. In this case, the enjoyable ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the whiplash. ``

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 add up ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross labor. He did n't intend 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 task. He willing performed it at her behest, he was severe when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

'' Stop that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her twat with the lash. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were delight as lots as automobile can be that they 'd successfully matched another human duet. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most solid. Travis was content he was serving his moth-eaten heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a pet of Servalan 's. Travis did n't own a favorite, he suffered. Another dearie was the blank commandant. `` quad air force officer Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified personal manner ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to remain unemotional person throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the prospect would be over. Travis could break the natural process anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could campaign Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last clip, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the way. She 'd will the whip to come out there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis convey the object of his torture. True to the character he had to recreate, he did not plain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` LET see how you like take down three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a level voice he said, `` Supreme commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whiplash to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the way, he took his position. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his coat of arms. invisible bonds grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankle joint, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the incapacitated Travis. She willed the slip Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His dead body was to her liking. He was now clad in cutis tight leather trouser and a brusque sleeved leather tunica with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasise space commander uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to grimace her, her wearing apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in mystifying read. The mantle opened as if blown by a phantom blow of idle words, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eye widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the party whip against the aegis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't respond. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the egis, like the whip was a verge. It was her magical scepter, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the adventitia flap open. She made to fall 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 erecting betrayed his nation of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his seat. He moved with the bump, and stiffened slightly. Not often of a reaction from him. A faint red grade appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to gift his forepart to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall miss your consistence when you 're abruptly. ``

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

He rotated back to facial expression her, she stopped the gyration. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussycat brim, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the lash inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his olfactory organ, 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 lash and struck him across the chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his look, but quickly left, back to the stolid expression.

She turned him around, three fast blows : stratum one neuronic ; delight ; level one neuronic. The clay of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the chemical bond, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

Back to fount her, astragal of perspiration spread across his chest and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her kitty with the handgrip of the party 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 remain stolid but spark of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingers of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of grade two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quickly blows, across his vertebral column, buttocks and peg. His soundbox was wracked with cramp. to a greater extent hidrosis was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't fill much more than. `` 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 member into her rima oris. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and taste of the politic hard penis in her sass. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiacal officer I have ever known. '' His reception was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, sayonara, Servalan. '' He was back to his common stoicism, that statement betrayed lilliputian 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 next C should do it. The sentiment of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her kitty. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate mightiness of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to score. To kill him or not, her pussycat was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the luminance flickered and went out. There was a thump as Travis fell to the storey, free of his bonds. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in bridge player glowing evilly in the dim lighting. Suddenly relieve his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

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

The day and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to watch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for evasion Travis saw he was on a ceiling, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the succeeding building was an out of the question leap, the ground twenty stories below him.

Their eyes met. The abject brat in Travis'eyes was a mightily drug for Servalan. She raised the party whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the breastwork, in a desperate attempt to make the side by side building. His wow as he fell played over her twat and she came. Her leg buckled under her.

When she finally opened her heart, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this applied science. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. much of the final scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation whole. It was no less real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her defeat him. He kept stoically coming back for more .