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

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her paw moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be perfect 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 joy for real, for old age, during the rotation was the last time. It had n't been long before the new government had put a point to that. One of the many affair she intended to commute if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, whitened tie, and white gloves, appeared in front of her. To any other percipient, there was nil there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. most mass in the system 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 born to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few 24-hour interval earlier. She was the only one on her planet to cause one, so she could open up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy content. She 'd take a firm stand it depict itself in a mode she could interact normally with. head interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no former way.

It was her int that had found the epitome of her pet adjustment, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the automobile which performed what looked like deception. It could do literally anything inside the adjustment building block.

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

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

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

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the map of an int. Nothing can be buck private from your int, its job is to have it off your most knowledgeable desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes Minister. As I indicated, a compatible partner is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't speak to their motivation, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 electric potential cooperator identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion mass in the system. At any prison term, there were one million million who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her illusion. In times yesteryear, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

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

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

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

'' Yes diplomatic minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes minister of religion. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, surely. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the nightie was desirable for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curve ball in a most delight way, a few folds of fabric around her cervix added gravitas. `` This is very well. ``

'' They 're here Minister. '' Jeaves'promulgation was unexpectedly ready, her pulsation quickened and her mouth dried.

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

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy pelt party whip she had in her bridge player. She did a double over take, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a consequence before, but it was part of her fancy. 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 manus. ``

She recognized the whip, about a time long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fulfil her adhesive friction, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to make an opinion on their thick skin. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new authorities had banned its use by the security inspection and repair for gang control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a response. `` Look at me ! ``

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you experience who I am ? '' He nodded. `` Speak ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign diplomatic minister of the satellite of New Boston ! '' Her condition was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the strength of the kick. The way 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the squawk, but magnified its essence. 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 receptors to give the notion the kick had landed.

The motorcar'prime directive was `` A automobile must not harm a human, or through inactivity allow a human being to be harmed. '' BDSM tantrum caused particular ( metaphorical ) pyrosis to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain in the neck, but forcible effects would be mitigated. Usually, the topic did n't know they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the correct form of address. ``

'' Yes, rector. '' He said meekly.

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

'' Do you roll in the hay what this is ? '' Brandishing the whip again.

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

'' This is not just any party whip, it's a 'neuronic party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the flop scene I can take a crap every pain receptor in your body flaming. '' He digested the information. `` On spirit level three it will probably belt down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was clock time to start the natural process. `` Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, flavor for the setting. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never let the cat out of the bag. ``

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

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

Understanding her irritation, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry minister, it will take a moment to touch on the retinue to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the cortege began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the bulwark. '' 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 doubtful swish in mid air. It was fleshy, she was n't built to wield this artillery. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can serve with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the specter 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 blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting strait the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unobserved work force. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the whip in both custody and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a satisfy thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red scrape appeared across his back. The fool was an phantasy, but she did n't recognize that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could rally into the bump. The skag was much sharper, he yelped in botheration, and a very iniquity looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the realness was even better. Her pussycat was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, realise it that concentrated .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The same effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her pussy. A few More bump, a few more yip, and she was panting. Not from sweat, from excitement.

clock time to twist matter up, she thought, 'make the lash minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't babble out, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saami sharp smack as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a torture sidesplitter, she felt it in her snatch, like she was getting oral from the mouths of unredeemed souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing cheek end in her puss and clitoris to help her seminal fluid. 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 vigor in the room, that includes phone. It does not broadcast to the paries. '' perfect. perfective tense seclusion, she liked what this system could do for her.

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

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

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a exhibitioner of blue bow, his scream was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, stopping point. She hit him again, the clapper of a choir of the anathemize played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to total as she swung the whip with all the force-out she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the military group of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His screeching was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never suck such a beautiful howler from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in muscle spasm as the most powerful climax she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell unsounded and hung limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up feeble and saw the still human body of the man. `` Throw the trash out, Jeaves. '' She said to the ghostlike form.

'' Yes pastor. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unseen manpower bundled him out of the room.

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

'' No want to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force-out field formed under her to brook her, and blanket formed around her to snuggle in. She was benumbed before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt tremendous. Rested, contented, comfortable, happy, at peace of mind. The effect of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did bear its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely lenient blanket dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a program line than a question.

'' Yes diplomatic minister. '' The effigy of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusal when he continued, `` I did not divest you, your dress were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am persona of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't recall of a logical response to that, but a gown appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall assist breakfast. ``

His proactive encounter of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would ingest asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a piece. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to ready, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this whimsy, the best instance of a dish ever created were the templates for the food. The effecter had replayed a guide 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 names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would express the earmark information so you 'd sleep with who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last nighttime. ``

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

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

'' What does he imply by that ? ``

'' I am not earth-closet to that entropy. '' Travis 's int would roll in the hay, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't imagine that anyone would thank her for that treatment, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

'' Certainly, minister of religion. '' 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 interchangeable nightie to yesterday, but this one was low-toned cut, and it was split up the position. She examined the tomentum and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her Black person hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a fiddling scent.

She wanted the home reward for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her business office in the ministry. She sat behind a heavy imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the door. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a organic structure to abuse. She did n't want a poor cumulus on her deal, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll shake off you out again. ``

A startle Travis jerked good 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 front of her desk, she sat in her lieu of world power, secure. `` What did your message mean ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for lastly night, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might mean, from `` shtup you '' to `` I 'm going to deflower you ''. New Beantown politics was a scratchy business.

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

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

She heard the Word of God, she did n't hear any sentiency. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly frightful. ``

Baffled, `` You 're going to have to explicate. From the starting time. ``

'' Well, …, for a yearn time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… fair sex. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to affront the rector

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

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

Servalan was even to a greater extent gravel, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't do it, 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 friction match had been found. I 've had match before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to agree to a block so I could never spill about it. It would be a mystical, no one would ever sleep with, 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 talk. '' 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 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 naught I could do about it, I was in your baron. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic lash, I knew I could n't tolerate that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the kickoff few blast were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Sir Thomas More than made up for it, the gust became increasingly painful. I could n't support it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whiplash. That was truly horrible, like all the tegument on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand up that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my pelt was flayed and I was on blast all at once, and the painfulness did n't stop, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hired man. I would cause done anything, said anything to make it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final examination terrible blow. The bother before that was zippo compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the hold out instruction, but his passion made the hokum he was spouting make some Wyrd grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally subject. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you blister me on storey three, even though it would vote out me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that spirit level three would belt down him. She did n't cogitate to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to chasten their interaction some.

She did n't sleep together what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuosity of a man. New capital of Massachusetts politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The aspect was tempting. `` viewpoint up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without clothes. speech sound of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so William Christopher Handy, unobserved hired hand ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, bare and upright. The account of last nighttime obviously affected him as much as her.

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

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

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious motility to manipulate the lash, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his vertical 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 cease her. His supplication did n't hang on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his hard-on, he stiffened in expectancy, the was a humble arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, total sprayed out of his phallus into mid air only to descend on the carpeting, then he sank to his genu. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a interrogative in his confusion.

'' The whip can also stimulate other receptors. In this case, the gratifying single. You 'll never know what to bear from the whip. ``

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

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

While he worked, Servalan thought the room back to its hotel way constellation. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise longue and let her dress fall open. 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 that ! I have a much better use for your knife. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The machines were proud of as much as auto can be that they 'd successfully cope with another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was content he was serving his stale heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a dearie, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` space commander Travis '' was a stoic zep, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified mode ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to remain stoical throughout. If the Hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the natural action anytime, but then suffered the scorn of Servalan, and the pain in the ass 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 finish metre, Space commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded dissimilar. `` Go bring the party whip. '' She looked to the snack counter at the side of the room. She 'd will the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to toy, he did not sound off, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` net ball see how you like stage three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to shew it. In a level vocalism he said, `` Supreme commandant, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the centre of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the party whip, he raised his arms. Invisible bond grabbed him around the articulatio radiocarpea and lifted him bodily off the level. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankle joint, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the rotate Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His soundbox was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather pant and a short sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space air force officer uniform. She 'd willed 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 white mantle, lined in thick read. The ness opened as if blown by a phantom blow of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's center widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the party whip against the aegis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the aegis, like the whip was a scepter. It was her magic baton, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flutter unfastened. She made to assume with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his country of mind at the outcome. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his tail. He moved with the shock, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a chemical reaction from him. A faint red score appeared on his behind.

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

His prat again presented themselves, she swung the lash, this time with level one neuronic essence. There was the common arcing and his torso writhed in torment. He did not cry out. `` storey one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to facial expression her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the lash ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her slit lip, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his olfactory organ, he breathed deeply of her scent. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll get to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whip and struck him across the chest, this metre on the delight setting. His body jerked as the unexpected Wave of pleasure spread across him. A grinning flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the unexpressive expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : Level one neuronic ; joy ; level one neuronic. The clay of the tunic was no security. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to boldness her, pearl of perspiration spread across his thorax and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her kitty-cat with the hold of the whiplash. She really wanted his phallus to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to persist impassive but flutter of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the finger of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of layer two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with grade two neuronic. Three quick gust, across his back, keister and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't occupy much more than. `` 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 genu in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the feeling of powerfulness this gave her, she loved the feel and taste of the smooth hard penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her human foot, 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 aphrodisiacal officer I have ever known. '' His reaction was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stolidness, that instruction betrayed little emotion. The entire servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next bump 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 baron of life or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to make. To belt down him or not, her slit was saying kill.

She raised the party whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the Christ Within flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the storey, unloose of his bonds. Emergency lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim illumination. Suddenly free his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his eye, and a boot ran through her pussycat ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the threshold. With an iniquity yak she loped after the fleeing space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to hitch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for leakage Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the side by side construction was an impossible saltation, the ground 20 tarradiddle below him.

Their middle met. The low terror in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whiplash to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a despairing attempt to arrive at the next building. His riot as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her centre, she was in her retinue, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this technology. She was going to bear to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. Much of the final exam scene was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation building block. It was no to a lesser extent real number to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't have a go at it her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .