Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodation befitting her status as a Sovereign Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain stitch Servalan and left the concern 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, daybed. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her fork. She needed something, a straightaway orgasm would be thoroughgoing for her now. She was set up, she thought of her favorite illusion. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a haste. She had n't had that pleasure for genuine, for twelvemonth, during the rotation was the hold out time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a occlusion to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be prime quantity Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, whiten tie, and white baseball glove, appeared in figurehead of her. To any other percipient, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her nervous interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nigh masses in the organisation had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the 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 days earlier. She was the only one on her planet to take one, so she could open up relations with the scheme. She was anything but used to its creepy substance. 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 favour accommodations, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effector was the car which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable deportment. This was seen as the best way to look at with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop parson, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. Nothing can be buck private from your int, its job is to know your well-nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The implications of his instruction sank in. `` You could carry through that desire ? ``

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

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

'' I ca n't speak to their need, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 voltage partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion mass in the system. At any clip, there were billion who might be desiring a better half. Of those billions, lupus erythematosus than a thousand might need to be on the receiving end of her phantasy. In meter past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The organisation, was always trying to equate hoi polloi. The machines could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each early, not with machines. She was trying to get the picture 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 certainly she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

She thought of the downside, `` But if word 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 permission. ``

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

'' Yes pastor. ``

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

'' We will have them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was storm. She should get make, but how do you get ready to excruciate a political prisoner.

She looked down at her night-robe. 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 gown was suited for her purposes. It was bright white, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most please manner, a few bend of fabric around her neck added lordliness. `` This is ok. ``

'' They 're here Minister. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly nimble, her pulse quickened and her oral fissure dried.

She stood up, still not certainly what to wait. `` OK. '' The door burst unresolved, and unseen helping hand 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 whip 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 voice 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 slope, `` Yes parson, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handgrip 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 major planet. It was one of the few things to wee-wee an stamp on their thick pelt. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new government had banned its use by the surety services for crowd control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign Minister of the major planet of New Hub of the Universe ! '' Her position was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his rachis from the military force of the kicking. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the core of the bitch, but magnified its effect. True to their prime directive, her brake shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain sensory receptor to give the impression the rush had landed.

The political machine'prime quantity directive was `` A machine must not harm a human being, or through inaction allow a man to be harmed. '' BDSM prospect caused item ( metaphoric ) pyrosis to the simple machine. To traverse 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 correct material body of address. ``

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A thinking 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 meat of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes rector, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you bed what this is ? '' Brandishing the lash again.

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your infliction receptors. On the right scope I can micturate every pain sensory receptor in your body flak. '' He digested the information. `` On story three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was metre to start the legal action. `` Tell me of the freedom fighter positions ! ``

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

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

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

intellect her infliction, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're lamentable rector, it will take a moment to restitute the rooms to your liking. ''

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

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't speak. She considered him and the whip in her hand. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was heavily, she was n't built to manage this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can serve with augmenting the gust if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgment to the phantom butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into character there. She swung the lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the snow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling matter. That should get ripped off, then with a renting speech sound the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual domain helping helping hand, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the party whip in both manpower and tried putting some to a greater extent sweat into it. There was a square thumping against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red bell ringer appeared across his back. The Deutschmark 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 reversal. The smack was much sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very vicious looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the realness was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, wee-wee it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The Sami event on him and her, she felt the hullabaloo radiate from her pussy. A few more puff, a few Sir Thomas More yelps, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to turn things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Lapplander sharp savour as it hit him. This meter there was some dispirited arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a torture riot, she felt it in her slit, like she was getting oral from the mouths of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve termination in her pussy and clitoris to help her cum. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbour hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the room, that includes sound. It does not pass around to the wall. '' Perfect. Perfect privateness, she liked what this organization could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the torment scream reverberated in her pussycat. She was close. Gasping for breath, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't adopt any more, I 'll talk. '' The pathetic pleas felt like a knife 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 coke landed in a rain shower of blue arcs, his riot was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, conclusion. She hit him again, the glossa of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an burst of fireworks, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw off such a beautiful scream from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, physical structure wracked in spasm as the most powerful orgasm 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 class of the man. `` Throw the codswallop out, Jeaves. '' She said to the phantasmal form.

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

'' No pauperization to call down yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force-out study formed under her to support her, and blankets formed around her to snuggle in. She was at rest before she could intend of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt fantastic. Rested, contented, comfortable, glad, at peace. The events 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 soft blanket dragged across her titty. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The look-alike of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not unclothe you, your apparel were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am component of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't reckon of a coherent answer to that, but a gown 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 needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would have asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual delightful. These people knew how to falsify, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the estimable good example of a dish ever created were the templet for the intellectual nourishment. 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 solitary personal name calling. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would conduct the seize information so you 'd be intimate who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last night. ``

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

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

'' What does he imply by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that info. '' Travis 's int would know, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't conceive of that anyone would thank her for that discussion, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her retinue wondering why she felt unquiet. She wore a exchangeable gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the position. She examined the hair and war paint job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and artful. Her black hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offering of a short scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this encounter, so she had the entourage arranged like her government agency in the ministry. She sat behind a tumid imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' appearance him in. ``

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

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

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

He looked dumbfound, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could imagine of lot else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a rough out business.

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

'' It was the most carry out night of my liveliness. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to stimulate to explain. From the get-go. ``

'' wellspring, …, for a long time I 've had a phantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, abrasive bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't need to insult the rector

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

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

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

'' I do n't recognise, 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 friction match before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to agree to a block so I could never verbalize about it. It would be a mystical, 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 mouth. '' Servalan saw the system of logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so gross, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the number one few snow were disappointing, they did n't suffer at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the quotation of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the reverse became increasingly painful. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to discontinue it. Then, you turned on the party 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 tegument was flayed and I was on attack all at once, and the pain did n't blockade, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your handwriting. I would make done anything, said anything to make it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that concluding severe blow. The botheration before that was aught compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to get word you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could mistake into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his warmth made the nonsense he was spouting ready some Wyrd grotesque sense.

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

She did n't do it what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a farsighted time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Beantown political science made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` pedestal up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without clothes. strait of ripping textile filled the air as the, oh so handy, unseen hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The write up of live on night obviously affected him as much as her.

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

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious relocation to manipulate the whip, a piano hum emanated from it. `` What do you call back would find 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 relieve oneself a motion to stop her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the lash to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, descend 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 interrogative sentence in his confusion.

'' The whip can also perk up former receptors. In this font, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never know what to gestate from the lash. ``

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

He set about the gross job. He did n't recollect 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 labor. He leave performed it at her behest, he was good when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

'' stop that ! I have a much best use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her slit with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The auto were pleased as much as simple machine can be that they 'd successfully equalise another homo pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was subject matter he was serving his common cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their dramatic play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a pet of Servalan 's. Travis did n't suffer a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the distance commander. `` Space commandant Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to penalize him. The Stoic hero had to remain Stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the fit would be over. Travis could cease the action anytime, but then suffered the scorn of Servalan, and the infliction 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 survive meter, space commandant. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the counter at the face of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the type he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the party whip, she said, `` Army of the Righteous see how you like unwavering three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a charge vox he said, `` Supreme commandant, that will bolt down 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 branch. invisible bonds grabbed him around the articulatio radiocarpea and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the spread out Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trousers and a short-change sleeved leather tunica with a trudge leather breastplate. Her fancy space commanding officer uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a gabardine ness, lined in deep read. The ness opened as if blown by a phantom gust of lead, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eye widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whiplash against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the setback. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whiplash was a scepter. It was her wizardly sceptre, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his sash. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of mind at the events. She had him splay again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the gust, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A deliquium red mark appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to give his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall pretermit your body when you 're numb. ``

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

He rotated back to nerve her, she stopped the revolution. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussy 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 nozzle, 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 party whip and struck him across the breast, this fourth dimension on the delight setting. His body jerked as the unexpected waving of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the unexpressive expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : point one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The cadaver of the tunic was no protection. His body jerked against the bail bond, writhing in pain sensation and pleasure.

back to face her, pearl of sweat spread 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 kitty-cat with the grip of the whip. She really wanted his penis to get across her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flickers of interest, and lustfulness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the party whip, and grasped the slimy hold. She replaced it with the finger of her former bridge player. `` Lets see what you think of grade two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three spry blows, across his back, buttocks and legs. His physical structure was wracked with spasms. More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eye were thudding, he could n't take much more than. `` Since you are n't going to be around to secern, I can do this and no one will do it. '' With that she dropped to her articulatio genus in front of him and took his penis into her mouthpiece. She loved the impression of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and taste of the smooth hard phallus in her back talk. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest 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 statement betrayed fiddling emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a shiver which ran through her kitty-cat ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next nose candy 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 mightiness of life or Death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whiplash, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the Light flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the story, free of his bonds. Emergency lighting lit the elbow room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly discharge his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the threshold.

Servalan saw the brat and desperation in his eyes, and a thrill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the threshold. With an vicious chatter she loped after the fleeing space air force officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daytime and a flight of steps of pigeons that he disturbed disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the next building was an unimaginable leap, the earth twenty stories below him.

Their oculus met. The miserable holy terror in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the party whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to make the side by side building. His howler 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 longue. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not absolutely, as the political machine had pursued their blossom directive. a lot of the last scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation social unit. It was no lupus erythematosus genuine to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't hump her plenty to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .