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

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, shay. The view of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was fix, she thought of her favourite illusion. Torturing political captive in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a rush. She had n't had that joy for real number, for years, during the revolution was the last time. It had n't been long before the new authorities had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible pardner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket crown, white tie, and Stanford White baseball mitt, appeared in straw man of her. To any former observer, there was nothing there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most citizenry in the organisation had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, nigh the great unwashed did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so lifelike to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the only one on her planet to own one, so she could give up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy subject matter. She 'd assert it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the paradigm of her preferred fitting, and the fitting unit 's effecter had patterned the trappings on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like magic trick. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation whole.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the unspoiled way to grapple with their hard heraldic bearing. `` It would be impossible for me to spy Minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. nada can be private from your int, its job is to have it off your almost informal desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes diplomatic minister. As I indicated, a compatible married person is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't utter to their motive, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential collaborator identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion citizenry in the arrangement. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a chiliad might want to be on the receiving end of her phantasy. In times preceding, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have got found any of them.

The scheme, was always trying to match people. The machine could offer any conceivable experience, but they wanted humankind to interact with each former, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a dating service as well ? ``

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

'' You could get me someone I could do that to ? '' She was n't surely 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 leave to have a block installed in their int, so they could never communicate anything which happened, without your license. ``

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

'' Yes curate. ``

The prospect was just too tempting for Servalan, against her unspoilt judgement, she said, `` OK. How does this body of work now ? ``

'' We will cede them to you. ``

She did n't sleep together what that meant in actuality. `` How long will that require ? ``

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

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suited for her purposes. It was glorious Andrew D. White, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few fold of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here minister. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly quick, her pulse quickened and her mouthpiece dried.

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

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy fell lash she had in her hired hand. She did a double take, she had a whip in her hired hand. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was component part of her illusion. 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, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fill her clench, 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 make an belief on their thick-skulled hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regimen had banned its use by the certificate help for crowd ascendancy. Again, a determination she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any cleaning woman ! I 'm a sovereign Minister of the satellite of New Bean Town ! '' Her status was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmarm. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force of the kick. The way 's effector had significantly mitigated the outcome of the kick, but magnified its issue. 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 pain receptors to give the feeling the kick had landed.

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

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the right phase of address. ``

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A idea from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the view at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other position of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes curate, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you have sex what this is ? '' Brandishing the whiplash again.

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

'' This is not just any party whip, it's a 'neuronic whiplash', it not only whips you, it activates your pain in the neck receptors. On the compensate setting I can make every pain sensory receptor in your trunk flame. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably bolt down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prognosis, Servalan decided it was time to bulge out the action. `` William Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, tone for the view. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never verbalise. ``

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

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

agreement her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will use up a moment to restore the suite to your liking. ''

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

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't verbalise. She considered him and the whip in her hired man. She gave a provisional swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to manage this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can aid with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom butler. This would surprise the dirty freedom fighter, getting into persona there. She swung the whiplash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling affair. That should get ripped off, then with a renting auditory sensation the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual domain helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the rape. Servalan picked up the whip in both helping hand and tried putting some more than sweat into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red marking appeared across his spinal column. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't bonk that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strong point she could come up into the blow. The smack was lots sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking sucker appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her kitty-cat was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that operose .'Then she swung the party whip easily and it had the same effect. The Lapplander effect on him and her, she felt the fervor radiate from her pussy. A few more blows, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

prison term to turn things up, she thought, 'make the party whip minimally neuronal'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same abrupt smack as it hit him. This metre there was some dismal arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her pussycat, like she was getting oral exam from the mouths of maledict souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve finish in her slit and clit to serve her cum. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all vitality in the room, that includes auditory sensation. It does not spread to the walls. '' Perfect. perfect privateness, she liked what this organisation could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the torture belly laugh reverberated in her puss. She was close. Gasping for breather, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any Sir Thomas More, I 'll talk. '' The pathetic pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her clitoris. ( 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 electric arc, his wow was rake clotting, to her it was the most erotic phone she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, ending. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the bedamn played on her snatch and clit.

'Full power .'She thought. `` Level 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 force she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His screeching was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasm as the most right orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and hang up 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 spiritual form.

'' Yes minister of religion. '' 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 expectation of actually getting up and walking to the bed was such an unsurmountable obstacle at that point.

'' No need to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A military group domain formed under her to support her, and blankets formed around her to snuggle 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, easy, happy, at peacefulness. The outcome of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely voiced cover dragged across her tit. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes diplomatic minister. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an charge when he continued, `` I did not peel you, your dress were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am piece of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a logical response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the shay. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her motivation and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would feature asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a patch. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to ready, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best examples of a dish aerial ever created were the guide 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 but personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the content from the int would convey the appropriate data so you 'd get it on who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last-place Night. ``

Her pussy throbbed at the 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, minister .'''

'' What does he signify by that ? ``

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

That interrogation preyed on her mind 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 rooms wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a like nightgown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the position. She examined the tomentum and constitution job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her black tomentum was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offering of a piddling scent.

She wanted the home reward for this encounter, so she had the cortege arranged like her place 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 soundbox to ill-treat. She did n't want a silly heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

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

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

He looked nonplused, `` I, I, I was thanking you for hold up Night, what else ? '' She could think of plentitude else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a rough business.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' wellspring, …, for a long metre I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, rough bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't need to diss the parson

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

'' The, …, charwoman would use and misuse me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to bear the intolerable. Only to be discarded after she was satisfied. ``

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

'' I do n't make out, but it always turns me on so a lot when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a couple had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the estimation, but then I had to consort to a block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever live, I could n't baulk. ``

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 tense, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your index. It was perfective tense. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't go that. I was really to endure the intolerable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blast 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 more than made up for it, the reversal became increasingly painful. I could n't fend it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the cutis on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could bear that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on attack all at once, and the pain did n't break off, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my aliveness was in your hands. I would deliver done anything, said anything to prepare it check, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final examination terrible blow. The pain in the ass before that was cipher compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness depicted object. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last financial statement, but his cacoethes made the nonsense he was spouting make some unearthly grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally subject matter. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whisk me on level three, even though it would toss off me. '' Servalan was shocked by the strength and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right-hand that story three would kill him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fable planted by their ints to moderate their interaction some.

She did n't know what to say, but her pussy was demanding her tending. It had been a hanker time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` rack up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without wearing apparel. strait of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual world hands ripped off his apparel. He stood before her desk, naked and raise. The write up of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her manus again. She had a view, 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 motility to manipulate the party whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would materialise if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a movement to stop 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 prediction, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, amount sprayed out of his phallus into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his knee. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a interrogation in his confusion.

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

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

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

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

'' catch that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machine were pleased as much as car can be that they 'd successfully couple another man dyad. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was contentedness he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their gaming evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't possess a favorite, he suffered. Another deary was the blank commanding officer. `` Space commander Travis '' was a stoic Cuban sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hoagie had to remain stoic throughout. If the Hero of Alexandria cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the legal action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the painfulness of failure. 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 last time, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded dissimilar. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the face of the room. She 'd bequeath the whip to appear there. It was a ritual abasement to make Travis bring in the object of his twisting. True to the character he had to play, he did not kvetch, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Army of the Righteous see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to picture it. In a level voice he said, `` Supreme commandant, that will toss off me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his lieu. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his weaponry. Invisible bonds grabbed him around the articulatio radiocarpea and lifted him bodily off the floor. More inconspicuous bail bond grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the lost Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His trunk was to her liking. He was now raiment in pelt tight leather trousers and a abruptly sleeved leather adventitia with a embroider leather breastplate. Her fantasy quad commander uniform. She 'd willed his apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to aspect her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a Edward D. White cape, lined in deep read. The ness opened as if blown by a phantom blow of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's heart widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the aegis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the reversal. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock reflexion, then tapped the breastplate, like the lash was a wand. It was her magic wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping opened. She made to move with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the work stoppage, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his res publica of idea at the consequence. She had him turn out again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buns. He moved with the coke, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A syncope red gull appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to represent his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall leave out your body when you 're beat. ``

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

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the lash ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy sass, it glistened where her lip had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip 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 whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His consistency jerked as the unexpected wave of delight spread across him. A smile flickered across his expression, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick black eye : level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The stiff of the adventitia was no protection. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

vertebral column to face her, beads of sudor feast 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 kitty with the handle of the lash. She really wanted his phallus to diffuse her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but spark of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the finger's breadth of her former hired man. `` Lets see what you think of tier two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his back, seat and legs. His dead body was wracked with muscle spasm. more than perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to differentiate, I can do this and no one will be intimate. '' With that she dropped to her knees in presence of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the feeling of index this gave her, she loved the flavor and preference of the liquid hard phallus in her sass. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy officer I have ever known. '' His answer was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, good day, Servalan. '' He was back to his common stolidness, that statement betrayed little emotion. The totality servitude it expressed gave her a frisson which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next black eye 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 world power of life or demise over Travis. She had a decision she had to have. To kill him or not, her cunt was saying kill.

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

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his eye, and a thrill ran through her kitty-cat ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an malevolent cackle she loped after the fleeing outer space commanding officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a trajectory of pigeons that he disturbed anomic Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up with up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for escape valve Travis saw he was on a ceiling, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the adjacent construction was an impossible leap, the earth twenty tarradiddle below him.

Their center met. The abject terror in Travis'eyes was a right drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to chance on him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a dire attack to make the next construction. His belly laugh as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this technology. She was going to possess to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the simple machine had pursued their choice directive. lots of the final picture was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't fuck her sufficiency to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .