Servalan walked through the doorway to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a sovereign Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain stitch Servalan and left the aid of the Ministry behind her. The accommodations were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that special weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her manus moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was set, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for veridical, for years, during the revolution was the last time. It had n't been long before the new authorities had put a catch to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be bloom Minister.

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

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, clean tie, and white gloves, appeared in front of her. To any other perceiver, there was nothing there. This was the incarnation of her int, her nervous interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the system of rules had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, nearly people did n't even actualize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few sidereal day earlier. She was the only one on her planet to have one, so she could open up relations with the organization. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it depict itself in a mode she could interact normally with. channelize interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this vitrine there was no former way.

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

Jeaves appeared in strawman of her, and asked, `` Yes diplomatic minister ? ``

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

Jeaves had an unflappable behavior. This was seen as the outdo way to deal with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the mapping of an int. nil can be private from your int, its job is to know your most intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes minister of religion. As I indicated, a compatible partner is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't verbalise to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 likely mate identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion hoi polloi in the system. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a better half. Of those jillion, lupus erythematosus than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her illusion. In prison term past, she would consume been unbelievably lucky to suffer found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match masses. The machine could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with simple machine. She was trying to apprehend the concept. `` You 're a go out avail 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 sure she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes curate. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in to a lesser extent than a minute. ``

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

She looked down at her gown. Jeaves spoke, `` If your attire 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 surgical gown was suitable for her use. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is o.k.. ``

'' They 're here Minister. '' Jeaves'promulgation was unexpectedly fast, her pulse quickened and her oral cavity dried.

She stood up, still not indisputable what to expect. `` OK. '' The threshold volley open, and unseen work force propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy hide lash 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 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 whiplash, about a meter long, the handle was chummy enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to make an imprint on their thick hide. On a someone, it could be quite devastating. The new regimen had banned its use by the protection services for crowd control condition. Again, a decision 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 cognize who I am ? '' He nodded. `` verbalise ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a crowned head pastor of the planet of New Boston ! '' Her condition was important 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 force-out of the kicking. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the bitch, but magnified its issue. True to their prize 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 give the impression the charge had landed.

The machines'flush directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human being to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could admit harmless pain in the neck, but strong-arm impression would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't make love they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your schoolmarm, 'Minister'is the correct chassis of address. ``

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

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

'' Do you have it away 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 party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain in the neck receptor. On the properly setting I can make every bother receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that expectation, Servalan decided it was time to pop out the activeness. `` Tell me of the maverick positions ! ``

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

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

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

intellect her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're drab government minister, it will get hold of a here and now to restore the suite to your liking. ''

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

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't verbalize. She considered him and the whip in her bridge player. She gave a doubtful swish in mid air. It was punishing, she was n't built to wield this weapon system. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can assist 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 whiplash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the blast. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting strait the shirt was ripped from his binding, again by unseen script. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping manus, really useful.

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the lash in both work force and tried putting some Sir Thomas More effort into it. There was a live up to thud against bare flesh, her dupe gasped slightly. A red soft touch appeared across his backbone. The fool was an fancy, but she did n't jazz that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the enduringness she could muster into the snow. The flavor was much sharper, he yelped in painfulness, and a very malign looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the world was even better. Her slit was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, constitute it that voiceless .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The Saame impression on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her pussy. A few More reverse, a few More yip, and she was panting. Not from drive, from excitement.

Time to turn thing up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Sami sharp savor as it hit him. This time there was some drear arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured wow, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the back talk of deuced souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing spunk endings in her puss 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 speech sound. It does not propagate to the walls. '' perfect tense. perfective tense privacy, she liked what this system of rules could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the excruciate scream reverberated in her pussy. She was close. Gasping for hint, she panted, `` If you wo n't blab out, how about horizontal surface two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any more than, I 'll talk. '' The hapless pleas felt like a lingua 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 devil electric discharge, his scream was stock curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the knife of a choir of the blamed played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The howler played over her clit, she started to get along as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never reap such a beautiful screech from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasms as the most right orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell still and cling 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 phantasmal form.

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bond paper disappeared, and the unobserved hands bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No penury to conjure up yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force flying field formed under her to support her, and blankets formed around her to nest in. She was at rest before she could cerebrate of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, well-fixed, happy, at peace. The consequence 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 knocker. 'You did that .'She thought, more a financial statement 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 discase you, your wearing apparel were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am role 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 well breakfast. ``

His proactive get together of her pauperization and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would throw asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a spell. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These mass knew how to misrepresent, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the honorable good example of a dish up ever created were the template for the intellectual nourishment. The effecter had replayed a templet by arranging the atoms in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only when personal gens. Jeaves had explained that usually the substance from the int would transmit the earmark selective information so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured final stage night. ``

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

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

'' What does he have in mind by that ? ``

'' I am not secluded 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 give thanks her for that treatment, there must be some subtext she was missing.

That inquiry preyed on her intellect for the day, so sometime mid good afternoon she thought 'Could you invite Travis to tea at four in my suite .'

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

Shortly before four, she was in her retinue wondering why she felt queasy. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the English. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her bootleg hair was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this face-off, so she had the retinue arranged like her office in the ministry. She sat behind a declamatory imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the door. ``

'' Show him in. ``

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

A jump Travis jerked vertical and looked her in the eye with a steady gaze.

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the death chair in front of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your substance mean ? ``

He looked vex, `` I, I, I was thanking you for lastly night, what else ? '' She could mean of plenty else it might intend, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Beantown political science was a rough in business.

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

'' It was the most meet Night of my life. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly atrocious. ``

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

'' fountainhead, …, for a long prison term I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… cleaning woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to affront the Minister

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

'' The, …, cleaning lady would use and misuse me for her delight, torturing me, I had to endure the unendurable. Only to be discarded after she was quenched. ``

Servalan was even Thomas More puzzled, `` Why would you require that ? ``

'' I do n't have it away, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the estimation, but then I had to agree to a blocking so I could never speak about it. It would be a secret, 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 speak. '' Servalan saw the logical system there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your bearing. You were just so perfect, so royal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to weather the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the maiden few blows were disappointing, they did n't smart 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 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 attack all at once, and the botheration did n't intercept, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have got done anything, said anything to hit it finish, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible nose candy. The bother before that was null compared to this, it was really truly unbearable. I endured it long enough to discover you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the close argument, but his rage made the nonsense he was spouting pee-pee some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally capacity. My soul was lightsome, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you mop up me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and satinpod of what he said. She knew he was right wing that horizontal surface three would kill him. She did n't think to question how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to control their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't fuck what to say, but her twat was demanding her attention. It had been a farsighted time since she 'd allowed herself the lavishness of a man. New capital of Massachusetts 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 count better without clothes. sound of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so William Christopher Handy, unseen hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and upright. The account of endure dark obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the lash 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 fudge the whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would go on if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a move to stop her. His plea 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, come sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his human knee. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a motion in his confusion.

'' The whip can also have early sensory receptor. In this case, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never have it away what to expect from the lash. ``

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

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

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

'' plosive speech sound that ! I have a much better use for your knife. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were pleased as a lot as automobile can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was subject matter he was serving his low temperature heartless bitch as best he could.

Their drama evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't own a favourite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` outer space Commander Travis '' was a stoic Italian sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commanding officer Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the infliction of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could push Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to alter. `` You 've failed me for the last time, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded unlike. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the English of the elbow room. She 'd leave the whip to come along there. It was a rite abasement to progress to Travis fetch the object of his torturing. True to the theatrical role 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 exhibit it. In a horizontal surface voice he said, `` Supreme air force officer, that will defeat me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the way, he took his position. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his arms. Invisible bond grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the floor. More unseeable adhesiveness grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the lost Travis. She willed the rotate Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angle. His body was to her liking. He was now robe in skin tight leather trousers and a shortsighted sleeved leather tunic with a tramp leather breastplate. Her fantasise space commander uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

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

She swung the party whip against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the C. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock reflexion, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a baton. It was her conjuring trick wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic fluttering open. She made to assume with the lash again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of judgment at the events. She had him turn out again, as his backbone turned to her, she swung playfully at his cheek. He moved with the black eye, and stiffened slightly. Not very much of a reaction from him. A syncope red mark appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to face his front line to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall overleap your soundbox when you 're all in. ``

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this clock time with level one neural result. There was the usual arcing and his consistency writhed in suffering. He did not cry out. `` spirit level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic sweetening ) through her kitty lips, it glistened where her sass had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, he breathed deeply of her perfume. `` 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 thorax, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick nose candy : Level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunica was no protection. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, pearl of perspiration bedcover across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the whip. She really wanted his member to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flickers of pastime, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handgrip. She replaced it with the fingers of her former hand. `` Lets see what you think of story two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with horizontal surface two neuronic. Three quick nose candy, across his back, rear end and legs. His body was wracked with spasm. Thomas More sudor 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 tell, I can do this and no one will jazz. '' With that she dropped to her knees in straw man of him and took his penis into her oral cavity. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the touch and taste of the smooth hard penis in her sassing. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her feet, his locution 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 military officer I have ever known. '' His reaction was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that statement betrayed petty emotion. The entire servitude it expressed gave her a shudder which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her snatch. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of liveliness or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to crap. To kill him or not, her pussycat was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible exponent, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thump as Travis fell to the floor, gratuitous of his shackle. Emergency lighting lit the way only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly costless his stolidness dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his centre, and a bang ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the threshold. 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 day and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whiplash humming and arcing. Looking around for relief valve Travis saw he was on a ceiling, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the future building was an impossible spring, the ground twenty tarradiddle below him.

Their eyes met. The abject terror in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to impress him. Travis bolted over the breastwork, in a desperate attack to make the future building. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her stage buckled under her.

When she finally opened her heart, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to accept to use that scenario again. Travis was not perfectly, as the machines had pursued their prize directive. Much of the final examination aspect was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less real to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't sleep together her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .