Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her status as a Sovereign pastor. However, now she relaxed, she would be just unornamented Servalan and left the attention of the Ministry behind her. The accommodation 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, shay. The thought process of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a promptly orgasm would be staring for her now. She was ready, 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 pleasance for substantial, for years, during the revolution was the last metre. It had n't been long before the new regimen had put a stay to that. One of the many things she intended to deepen if she could get to be flower Minister.

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

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashion dinner jacket, white tie, and white baseball glove, appeared in nominal head of her. To any early observer, there was zilch there. This was the prosopopoeia of her int, her nervous interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the arrangement had had an int implanted shortly after nascence and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few Day earlier. She was the only one on her satellite to take one, so she could give up recounting with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. mastermind interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the image of her preferred accommodation, and the accommodation whole 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like conjuration. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit of measurement.

Jeaves appeared in straw man of her, and asked, `` Yes minister ? ``

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

Jeaves had an unflappable conduct. This was seen as the best way to cope with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop Minister, I 'm voice of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the subprogram of an int. Nothing can be common soldier from your int, its job is to sleep with your most suggest desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't talk to their motivation, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential married person identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the organisation. At any metre, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a grand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would have been unbelievably favorable to accept found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match masses. The machines could supply any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to apprehend the concept. `` You 're a dating Robert William Service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

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

'' You could vouch this would be a secret ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The panorama was just too tempting for Servalan, against her well judgment, she said, `` OK. How does this piece of work now ? ``

'' We will surrender them to you. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was desirable for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck opening added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure what to anticipate. `` OK. '' The doorway burst open, and spiritual world hands propelled a man into the way, he fell onto the base and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy hide party whip she had in her helping hand. She did a double yield, she had a party whip in her hand. It had n't been there a moment 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, we placed the shamback in your hired man. ``

She recognized the whiplash, about a m long, the hold was thick enough to comfortably fill her bobby pin, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsman herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few matter to wee an notion on their thick fell. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the protection services for crowd control. 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 make love who I am ? '' He nodded. `` Speak ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a sovereign Minister of the Planet of New Boston ! '' Her position was crucial to her, she never let anyone draw a blank it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force out of the kick. The elbow room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the flush, but magnified its effect. True to their prime directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptors to founder the mental picture the beef had landed.

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

'' I am not your schoolmistress, 'Minister'is the correct var. of name and address. ``

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

She brandished the party whip, he cowered again. A thought process from her phantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the former slope of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes curate, we could fix up that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the correct setting I can make every pain sensation receptor in your body flack. '' He digested the selective information. `` On degree three it will probably defeat you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that expectation, Servalan decided it was clock time to start the action. `` William Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not distinct at this stage, 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 wall. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're regretful Minister, it will get a bit to restore the retinue to your liking. ''

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

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't talk. She considered him and the lash in her hand. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to exert this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can avail with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom Samuel Butler. This would surprise the dirty maverick, getting into type there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's spine. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling matter. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen work force. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual world helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more than endeavour into it. There was a substantial clump against bare physique, her victim gasped slightly. A red bull's eye appeared across his back. The brand was an illusion, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could muster into the blow. The thunder was often precipitous, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking mug appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her phantasy, the reality was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, seduce it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the Same effect. The same consequence on him and her, she felt the agitation radiate from her pussy. A few more blow, a few to a greater extent yip, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

clip to sour things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronal'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp hell dust as it hit him. This time there was some blue sky arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her slit, like she was getting oral from the back talk of damned mortal. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing brass ending in her pussy and clit to serve her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the way, that includes auditory sensation. It does not propagate to the wall. '' Perfect. perfect privacy, she liked what this system of rules could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured scream reverberated in her cunt. She was close. Gasping for breath, she panted, `` If you wo n't let the cat out of the bag, how about stratum two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't manage if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The C landed in a shower of low arcs, his scream was line of descent coagulation, to her it was the most titillating speech sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, conclusion. She hit him again, the spit of a consort of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clitoris, she started to come 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 shay. His belly laugh was the most fulfill yet, the most skilled torturer could never imbibe such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in muscle spasm as the most mightily coming she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes parson. '' He said, as the guy 's hamper disappeared, and the unseen men bundled him out of the room.

She idly thought ,'I need to get to the bed .'But, the prognosis 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 force-out field of battle formed under her to support her, and blankets formed around her to snuggle in. She was at peace 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-heeled, happy, at peace treaty. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did have got its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely easy blankets dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a financial statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The persona of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am part 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 chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would have asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a spell. The breakfast was, as usual delectable. These people knew how to wangle, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this impression, the best lesson of a dish ever created were the templates for the nutrient. The effecter 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 only personal gens. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the appropriate information so you 'd have it off who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured conclusion night. ``

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

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt flighty. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was crushed cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair and composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and artful. Her smutty haircloth was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the dwelling reward for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her spot 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 unsure looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a organic structure to ill-treat. She did n't want a misfortunate 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 truelove gaze.

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

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could think of tidy sum else it might imply, from `` gaoler you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Hub of the Universe political sympathies was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most fill night of my spirit. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly ugly. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a longsighted time I 've had a fancy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, rough bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't desire to affront the parson

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

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

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

'' I do n't screw, but it always turns me on so a great deal when I think of it. I come so operose when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a equal had been found. I 've had equal before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to consort to a stop so I could never spill the beans about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever know, 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 verbalise. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so perfect, so majestic, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was zippo I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronal whip, I knew I could n't digest that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blows were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you to a greater extent than made up for it, the puff became increasingly abominable. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the lash. That was truly horrifying, like all the tegument on my backrest was repeatedly flayed. No one could abide that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my peel was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the infliction did n't stop, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my liveliness was in your manus. I would get done anything, said anything to score it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The pain in the neck before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly unbearable. I endured it long enough to try 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 warmth made the nonsense he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this good morning, totally contented. 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 kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that level three would kill him. She did n't think to enquire how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to check their interactions some.

She did n't get it on what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her tending. It had been a yearn time since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuousness of a man. New Boston politics made that unmanageable. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't tattle. The prospect was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd face better without dress. speech sound of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so ready to hand, spiritual domain manus ripped off his apparel. He stood before her desk, naked and set up. The account of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the lash was in her hired man 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 move to manipulate the whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would happen 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 move to break her. His pleas did n't come on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the party whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, come sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a motion in his confusion.

'' The whip can also make former receptor. In this suit, the gratifying ones. You 'll never know what to anticipate from the lash. ``

She grabbed the backrest 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 up ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross task. He did n't think 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 task. He willing performed it at her behest, he was grievous 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 chaise and let her dress fall out-of-doors. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' stop consonant that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her kitty with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The simple machine were pleased as much as automobile can be that they 'd successfully gibe another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most fulfill. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a pet of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another deary was the space commanding officer. `` Space Commander Travis '' was a stoic submarine sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic fighter had to remain unemotional person throughout. If the Cuban sandwich cried out, or screamed the aspect would be over. Travis could kibosh the activity anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the bother of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could labour Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last meter, Space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go bring the whip. '' She looked to the snack bar at the side of the room. She 'd willed the party whip to appear there. It was a ritual chagrin to wee-wee Travis get the object of his torment. True to the character he had to spiel, he did not complain, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the lash, she said, `` let see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a level part he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will pop me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the lash to servalan. She pointed him to the eye of the way, he took his status. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his weapon system. inconspicuous adhesiveness grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the trading floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, the bonds 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 slant. His body was to her liking. He was now enclothe in sputter tight leather trousers and a shortstop sleeved leather tunic with a dramatize leather aegis. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed 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 ovalbumin cape, lined in recondite read. The cape opened as if blown by a spectre gust 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 egis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock reflection, then tapped the breastplate, like the whiplash was a baton. It was her wizard sceptre, the aegis was ripped away, leaving the adventitia fluttering undefendable. She made to scratch with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the hit, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his dorsum turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the snow, and stiffened slightly. Not a good deal of a reaction from him. A faint red soft touch appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to represent his forepart to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall overlook your consistency when you 're dead. ``

His backside again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this metre with level one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his torso writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to font her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic sweetening ) through her pussy mouth, it glistened where her brim had touched, it. She poked the tip of the lash inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, he breathed deeply of her smell. `` 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 dresser, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of delight spread across him. A grinning flickered across his nerve, but quickly left, back to the unexpressive expression.

She turned him around, three quick C : degree one neuronic ; delight ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

backbone to face her, beads of sweat spreading across his chest and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the travail. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the whip. She really wanted his penis to interpenetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain poker-faced but flickers of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy hold. She replaced it with the finger's breadth of her other handwriting. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three speedy blows, across his back, buttocks and branch. His body was wracked with spasms. More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His middle were softened, he could n't deal much Sir Thomas More. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her knees in straw man of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the feel of business leader this gave her, she loved the smell and sense of taste of the smooth intemperate penis 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 spirit level 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known. '' His response was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his common stolidity, that argument betrayed piffling emotion. The sum up servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her twat ( her int was cheating again ). She was faithful to coming, then next blow should do it. The intellection of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate king of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her snatch was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to let loose its horrendous index, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the story, free of his James Bond. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in paw glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly costless his stolidity dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the terror and despair in his optic, and a thrill ran through her slit ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an immorality chatter she loped after the fleeing quad 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 catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whiplash humming and arcing. Looking around for evasion Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an impossible leap, the ground twenty stories below him.

Their eyes met. The miserable terror in Travis'center was a right drug for Servalan. She raised the lash to fall him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a dire attempt to cook the following building. His shriek as he fell played over her pussycat and she came. Her ramification buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to deliver to use that scenario again. Travis was not deadened, as the machines had pursued their flush directive. practically of the final prospect was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's fitting unit. It was no less material to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't be intimate her sufficiency to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .