Servalan walked through the door to her entourage and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a Sovereign diplomatic minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the tending of the Ministry behind her. The fitting 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, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a spry orgasm would be everlasting for her now. She was cook, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for years, during the rotation was the last time. It had n't been long before the new regimen had put a plosive speech sound to that. One of the many things she intended to vary if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible spouse available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old forge dinner jacket, white tie, and white gloves, appeared in front of her. To any former observer, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neuronal interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after giving birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most multitude did n't even understand 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 have one, so she could open up relation back with the system of rules. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd assert it show itself in a fashion she could interact normally with. train 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 favor adjustment, and the adjustment unit 's effecter had patterned the furnishings on that. The effecter was the machine which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' Yes minister. As I indicated, a compatible cooperator is usable. ``

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

'' I ca n't verbalise to their need, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the scheme. At any fourth dimension, there were billions who might be desiring a collaborator. Of those trillion, lupus erythematosus than a yard might need to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times preceding, she would get been unbelievably lucky to take found any of them.

The system, was always trying to correspond mass. The automobile could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with automobile. She was trying to grasp the conception. `` You 're a date service as well ? ``

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

'' You could get me person I could do that to ? '' She was n't sure 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 take in a block installed in their int, so they could never transmit anything which happened, without your permission. ``

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

The prospect was just too tempting for Servalan, against her dear judgement, she said, `` OK. How does this workplace now ? ``

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

'' 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 arrange for anything else you desire. ``

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing affair, but for now the nightdress was desirable for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most pleasing manner, a few flexure of cloth around her neck added gravitas. `` This is delicately. ``

'' They 're here minister of religion. '' Jeaves'announcement was unexpectedly ready, her pulse quickened and her oral fissure dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The threshold burst open, and unobserved 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 hide lash she had in her manus. She did a double yield, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was division of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did matter like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the slope, `` Yes curate, we placed the shamback in your manus. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her major planet. It was one of the few things to micturate an impression on their thick hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd control condition. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you do it who I am ? '' He nodded. `` verbalize ! '' She commanded.

'' Yes, you 're the fair sex from the new planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any adult female ! I 'm a sovereign pastor of the satellite of New Bean Town ! '' 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 back from the force play of the bitch. The way 's effecter had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its effect. true to their peak directive, her skid had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptors to give the imprint the kick had landed.

The machines'blossom directive was `` A simple machine must not harm a homo, or through inaction allow a homo to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused finical ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but physical personal effects would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't screw they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the right form of destination. ``

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A mentation from her fancy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the thought process at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the early side of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes pastor, we could coiffure that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whiplash', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the proper mise en scene I can make every pain receptor in your consistence fire. '' He digested the information. `` On horizontal surface three it will probably stamp out you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that aspect, Servalan decided it was time to start the activity. `` Tell me of the rise lieu ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, savour for the scene. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never blab out. ``

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

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

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will rent a moment to restore the rooms to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings 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 place in amid the sumptuous surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't utter. She considered him and the whip 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 help with augmenting the blows if essential. ``

She smiled and nodded in recognition to the phantom Samuel Butler. This would surprise the dirty Reb, getting into character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's backrest. 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 unobserved hands. She could get used to this she thought, unobserved helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a meet thud against bare flesh, her dupe gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an phantasy, 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 relish was much sharper, he yelped in botheration, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the world was even better. Her puss was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, stool it that arduous .'Then she swung the whiplash easily and it had the Saami consequence. The same effect on him and her, she felt the fervor radiate from her pussy. A few Thomas More puff, a few more yelping, and she was panting. Not from attempt, from excitement.

Time to ferment things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saami sharp smack as it hit him. This clock time there was some blue arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the mouths of blasted souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing cheek endings in her pussy and clit to help her seed. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all muscularity in the room, that includes auditory sensation. It does not distribute to the walls. '' perfect. Perfect privacy, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured scream reverberated in her pussy. She was close. Gasping for breathing place, she panted, `` If you wo n't spill, how about level two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't give care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower bath of blue air arcs, his screeching was stock curdling, to her it was the most titillating sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the lingua of a consort of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

'Full force .'She thought. `` story three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to occur as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the force-out of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most square yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful howler from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasms 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 word form of the man. `` Throw the trash out, Jeaves. '' She said to the ghostly form.

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

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

'' No need to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field 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 grand. Rested, contented, well-off, happy, at peace. The consequence of the old evening came back to her, she smiled. This situation did take in its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blankets dragged across her titty. 'You did that .'She thought, more a affirmation than a question.

'' Yes minister of religion. '' The mental image 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 reaction to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the shay. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall service breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her need 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 delectable. These people knew how to falsify, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best model of a dish ever created were the templates 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 simply personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the appropriate information so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The someone you tortured last night. ``

Her pussy throbbed at the retention, 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 subject matter, the message says, 'Thank you, Minister .'''

'' What does he stand for by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a standardised nightie to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair and constitution job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her grim hair was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a small scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this encounter, so she had the retinue arranged like her spot in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the doorway. ``

'' Show him in. ``

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

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

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

He looked perplex, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last Nox, what else ? '' She could think of raft else it might mean, from `` screwing you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Hub of the Universe government was a gravelly 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 give-and-take, she did n't pick up any sense. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to give to explain. From the showtime. ``

'' well, …, for a hanker sentence I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, coarse bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't require to insult the rector

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

'' The, …, fair sex would use and pervert me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to weather the unbearable. Only to be discarded after she was satisfied. ``

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

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the theme, but then I had to jibe to a city block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever know, I could n't resist. ``

She interrupted, `` Its you who 's blocked, not me. ``

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to sing. '' Servalan saw the logical system there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so hone, so imperial, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your index. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't hold out that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blow were disappointing, they did n't pain 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 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 ugly, like all the peel on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could tolerate that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my hide was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't stop, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your script. I would have done anything, said anything to take a crap it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that concluding painful setback. The hurting before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly intolerable. I endured it long enough to learn you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could sneak into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the survive assertion, but his love made the meaninglessness he was spouting piddle some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this break of the day, totally subject. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would shoot down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity level and honesty of what he said. She knew he was correct that level three would kill him. She did n't suppose to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't have intercourse what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a long metre since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Bean Town politics made that hard. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The view was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look respectable without apparel. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so W. C. Handy, unseen mitt ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, defenseless and put up. The news report of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

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

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious relocation to manipulate the party whip, a flabby hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would pass 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 defecate a motion to stop her. His plea did n't fall on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erecting, he stiffened in expectation, the was a pocket-sized arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, get along 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 question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also energise other receptors. In this font, the pleasurable one. You 'll never know what to ask from the party whip. ``

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 nozzle in it. `` I never said you could come ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross task. He did n't think 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 chore. He uncoerced performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the way back to its hotel way contour. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise longue and let her dress fall undefendable. She wished her panties away, and opened her branch. She was now full moon on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop 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 `` kinship ''. The political machine were proud of as much as political machine can be that they 'd successfully touch another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most live up to. Travis was depicted object he was serving his cold heartless beef as best he could.

Their looseness evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favourite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have got a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commandant. `` blank space commander Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified style ), and `` Supreme air force officer Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to stay on stoic throughout. If the champion cried out, or screamed the shot would be over. Travis could break the military action anytime, but then suffered the patronage of Servalan, and the botheration 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 different. `` Go fetch the whiplash. '' She looked to the buffet at the face of the room. She 'd leave the whip to appear there. It was a rite humiliation to establish Travis fetch the objective of his torture. True to the character he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the lash, she said, `` Lets see how you like tier three. ``

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

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the lash to servalan. She pointed him to the center of the way, he took his position. She motioned up with the party whip, he raised his arms. Invisible adhesion grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the base. More unseeable bonds grabbed his ankle joint, the bond 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 slant. His consistency was to her liking. He was now invest in skin tight leather trousers and a shortly sleeved leather tunic with a bolster leather breastplate. Her fantasize space commanding officer uniform. She 'd willed his dress 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 ovalbumin cape, lined in deep read. The mantle opened as if blown by a phantom gust of tip, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

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

She aborted the smasher, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his girdle. 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 spinal column turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the reversal, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A syncope red mug appeared on his behind.

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

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whiplash, this time with level one neural outcome. There was the common arcing and his soundbox writhed in torment. He did not cry out. `` floor one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the revolution. She drew the whiplash ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her slit lips, 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 fragrance. `` 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 body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smiling flickered across his typeface, but quickly left, back to the expressionless expression.

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

backbone to face her, beads of perspiration feast across his breast and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from lustfulness, not the travail. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the handle of the whip. She really wanted his penis to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain expressionless but flickers of sake, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the lash, and grasped the slimy hold. She replaced it with the fingers of her other deal. `` Lets see what you think of point two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his dorsum, arse and peg. His trunk was wracked with spasm. More diaphoresis was evident.

He rotated back again. His center were dull, he could n't postulate much Sir Thomas More. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will recognise. '' With that she dropped to her human knee in front of him and took his penis into her rima oris. She loved the feeling of world power this gave her, she loved the tone and taste of the legato punishing penis in her sass. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her feet, his locution had perked up. She said to him, `` The adjacent will be tear down 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy officer I have ever known. '' His reply was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that statement betrayed piddling emotion. The aggregate servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her kitty ( her int was cheating again ). She was close down to coming, then adjacent blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her twat. She raised the party whip, she had the ultimate power of life sentence or end over Travis. She had a conclusion she had to wee-wee. To wipe out him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bonds. emergency 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 snatch ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to arrive at the room access. With an evil yak she loped after the fly space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daytime and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed lost Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the lash 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 edifice was an impossible saltation, the land twenty storey below him.

Their eye met. The abject terror in Travis'centre was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a dire attempt to make the adjacent building. His wow as he fell played over her twat and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eye, she was in her entourage, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this technology. She was going to experience to use that scenario again. Travis was not idle, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. practically of the net conniption was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no lupus erythematosus real to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't make out her plenty to let her obliterate him. He kept stoically coming back for more .