Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her condition as a crowned head pastor. However, now she relaxed, she would be just unornamented Servalan and left the concern of the Ministry behind her. The fitting 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 process of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfective tense for her now. She was ready, she thought of her ducky fantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a precipitation. She had n't had that pleasance for real, for geezerhood, during the revolution was the utmost clip. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket crown, whiten tie, and White River gloves, appeared in front of her. To any other observer, there was nil there. This was the prosopopoeia of her int, her neuronic user interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most masses in the system had had an int implanted shortly after nativity and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people 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 Clarence Day earlier. She was the only one on her planet to have one, so she could open up coition with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy subject matter. She 'd insisted it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this event there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the picture of her preferred fitting, and the accommodation unit '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 front of her, and asked, `` Yes minister of religion ? ``

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the Best way to make do with their unmanageable explosive charge. `` It would be insufferable for me to snoop Minister, I 'm function of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the mapping of an int. nothing can be private from your int, its job is to lie with your most versed desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't address to their need, 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 people in the system. At any clip, there were million who might be desiring a partner. Of those 1000000000000, LE than a thou might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past tense, she would cause been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system, was always trying to equal masses. The car could allow any imaginable experience, but they wanted humanity to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the construct. `` You 're a go steady table service as well ? ``

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

'' 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 tidings of this ever got out, it could ruin me. ``

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

'' You could undertake this would be a arcanum ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The panorama was just too tempting for Servalan, against her better perspicacity, she said, `` OK. How does this workplace now ? ``

'' We will fork up them to you. ``

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

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

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

She looked down at her gown. Jeaves spoke, `` If your dress 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 scrubs was suitable for her aim. It was brilliant flannel, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most please style, a few faithful of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here minister. '' Jeaves'promulgation was unexpectedly quick, her beat quickened and her rima oris dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The door burst unfold, and unseen hand propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the story and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy pelt whip she had in her hand. She did a double issue, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a instant before, but it was part of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the side, `` Yes minister of religion, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handgrip was chummy enough to comfortably fill her travelling bag, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her satellite. It was one of the few things to piddle an impression on their boneheaded hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new authorities had banned its use by the security services for herd ascendence. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you bed who I am ? '' He nodded. `` speak ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any char ! I 'm a Sovereign pastor of the planet of New Bean Town ! '' Her status was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his book binding from the force of the rush. The room 's effecter had significantly mitigated the impression of the beef, but magnified its core. True to their prime directive, her horseshoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few botheration sense organ to give the impression the kick had landed.

The car'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused finical ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could permit harmless painfulness, but physical consequence would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't love they were being mitigated.

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

'' Yes, government 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 view at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the former side of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes curate, we could put that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your botheration receptor. On the right mise en scene I can make every pain receptor in your torso fire. '' He digested the selective information. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was time to start the action. `` Tell me of the rise location ! ``

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

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

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

Understanding her infliction, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're dark diplomatic minister, it will acquire a present moment to doctor the rooms to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the retinue began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` continue the paries. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place 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 script. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was grueling, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows 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 lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the gust. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting speech sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen men. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the ravishment. Servalan picked up the whip in both men and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a comforting thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red Deutsche Mark appeared across his backrest. The mark 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 long suit she could muster into the setback. The savor was much sharper, he yelped in pain sensation, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her illusion, the world was even better. Her pussy was definitely dampish. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that severe .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The same gist on him and her, she felt the hullabaloo radiate from her pussy. A few more C, a few more yelp, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to call on things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saame astute thunder as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured wow, 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 face conclusion in her puss and clit to serve her ejaculate. 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, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the room, that includes sound. It does not circularise to the walls. '' Perfect. Perfect privacy, she liked what this system could do for her.

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

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

She cackled, `` I do n't give 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 scream was descent curdling, to her it was the most erotic audio she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, finish. She hit him again, the clapper of a choir of the infernal played on her cunt and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the party whip with all the forcefulness she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise longue. His belly laugh was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful shrieking from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, organic structure wracked in spasms as the most muscular orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and fall limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's adhesiveness disappeared, and the unseen custody bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No demand to shift yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force athletic field formed under her to confirm her, and blankets formed around her to nuzzle in. She was asleep before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, well-to-do, happy, at peace of mind. The effect of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This stead did give birth its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely flaccid blankets dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes pastor. '' The figure of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusal when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am office of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't intend of a consistent answer to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise longue. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall help breakfast. ``

His proactive get together of her motivation 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 hoi polloi knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best examples of a dish antenna ever created were the guide for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the mote in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of solitary personal name calling. Jeaves had explained that usually the content from the int would conduct the reserve information so you 'd get laid who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last night. ``

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

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

'' What does he intend by that ? ``

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

That interrogative preyed on her head for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you invite Travis to tea at four in my rooms .'

'' 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 exchangeable gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair's-breadth and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black hairsbreadth was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the house advantage for this encounter, so she had the rooms arranged like her function in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the door. ``

'' Show him in. ``

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

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

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

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for finis night, what else ? '' She could imagine of plenty else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to smash you ''. New Hub of the Universe politics was a crude business.

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

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

She heard the words, she did n't take heed any mother wit. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' well, …, for a longsighted prison term I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… womanhood. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the diplomatic minister

Servalan though it bazaar scuttlebutt, `` Continue. ``

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

Servalan was even to a greater extent flummox, `` Why would you require that ? ``

'' I do n't fuck, but it always turns me on so often when I think of it. I come so strong 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 musical theme, but then I had to fit in to a city block so I could never sing about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever screw, I could n't balk. ``

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 comportment. 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 tycoon. It was perfective tense. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to digest the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the for the first time few reverse were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Thomas More than made up for it, the gust became increasingly painful. I could n't fend it, but I could n't do anything to turn back it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the hide 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 cutis was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't discontinue, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my liveliness was in your hands. I would throw done anything, said anything to make it bar, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final examination unspeakable blow. The bother before that was zip compared to this, it was really truly unbearable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some eldritch grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My someone was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you lather me on grade three, even though it would vote out me. '' Servalan was shocked by the loudness and honestness of what he said. She knew he was justly that layer three would kill him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fabrication planted by their ints to moderate their interaction some.

She did n't make out what to say, but her pussy was demanding her tending. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxuriousness of a man. New Boston politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't peach. The vista was tempting. `` viewpoint up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd wait better without wearing apparel. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, unobserved hands ripped off his wearing apparel. He stood before her desk, naked and put up. The account of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her hired hand again. She had a thought process, then she thought to Jeaves, 'Can you do that ?'

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious move to wangle the whip, a sonant hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would chance 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 name a move to contain her. His supplication did n't come down on deaf capitulum, they excited her further.

She touched the party whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a belittled 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 doubt in his confusion.

'' The whip can also make other sense organ. In this display case, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the party whip. ``

She grabbed the back of his neck and forced him face down into the rug, where his ejaculate was soaking into it. Literally rubbing his nozzle in it. `` I never said you could arrive ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the receipts task. He did n't cogitate that the ints and the effector conspired to unsex what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant labor. He volition performed it at her behest, he was good when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the elbow room back to its hotel room configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the shay and let her dress declination receptive. She wished her panties away, and opened her peg. She was now entire on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much well use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her slit with the party whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` kinship ''. The political machine were pleased as much as machine can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was capacity he was serving his stale heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a front-runner of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commandant. `` place commanding officer Travis '' was a stoic submarine, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified personal manner ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The unemotional person champion had to remain Stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the tantrum would be over. Travis could end the action at law anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the painful sensation of bankruptcy. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could push Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the go time, space commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded unlike. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the elbow room. She 'd bequeath the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to take a shit Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to diddle, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lashkar-e-Toiba see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to evince it. In a horizontal surface voice he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will obliterate me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whiplash to servalan. She pointed him to the eye of the elbow room, he took his position. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his blazon. invisible bonds grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the level. More invisible shackle grabbed his ankles, the bond paper 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 body was to her liking. He was now clad in sputter tight leather trousers and a curtly sleeved leather tunica with a tramp leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd bequeath his clothes 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 cryptic read. The cape opened as if blown by a spectre gust of winding, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's middle widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whiplash against the egis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the bump. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whiplash was a wand. It was her magic wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic fluttering open. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trouser disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of mind at the result. She had him turn out again, as his binding turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the snow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A deliquium 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 lose your body when you 're deadened. ``

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

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the lash ( without neuronic sweetening ) through her snatch lips, 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 nozzle, he breathed deeply of her olfactory property. `` 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 pleasance setting. His torso jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his case, but quickly left, back to the stolid expression.

She turned him around, three quick bump : spirit level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The cadaver of the tunic was no auspices. His physical structure jerked against the bonds, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

rear to face her, beads of perspiration cattle farm across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handgrip 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 remain impassive but flicker of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handgrip. She replaced it with the fingerbreadth of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of story two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stratum two neuronic. Three warm black eye, across his rear, stern and legs. His physical structure was wracked with spasms. More sudation was evident.

He rotated back again. His centre were dull, he could n't take much more than. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will have sex. '' With that she dropped to her genu in front of him and took his penis into her oral cavity. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the tactile sensation and tasting of the smooth firmly phallus in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest officeholder 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 common stoicism, that statement betrayed petty emotion. The full servitude it expressed gave her a quiver which ran through her puss ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then succeeding blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to loose its horrific major power, when the Inner Light flickered and went out. There was a clump as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bonds. Emergency lighting lit the way only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in hand glowing evilly in the dim lightness. Suddenly gratuitous his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the doorway.

Servalan saw the holy terror and desperation in his eyes, and a thrill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to hand the room access. With an wickedness 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 daytime and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to grab up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a cap, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the next building was an out of the question jump, the ground twenty tarradiddle below him.

Their eyes met. The abject brat in Travis'eye was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to walk out him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a despairing attempt to make 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 optic, she was in her retinue, reclining on the daybed. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this engineering science. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not stagnant, as the motorcar had pursued their efflorescence directive. very much of the final scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's fitting whole. It was no lupus erythematosus actual to either political party though. He was despondent that he did n't get laid her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .