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

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The persuasion of that weekend stirred Servalan, her paw moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be utter 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 pleasure for real, for years, during the revolution was the finish clock 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 commute if she could get to be Prime 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 illusion by that. In a most aggravated whole step, she said to thin air, `` What ! Show yourself, so I can mouth to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, white tie, and white baseball mitt, appeared in front of her. To any other beholder, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neuronic interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. virtually people in the organisation had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, near masses 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 solitary one on her major planet to have one, so she could open up up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. address interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this pillowcase there was no former way.

It was her int that had found the trope of her favor fitting, and the adjustment unit 's effecter had patterned the furnishing 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 battlefront of her, and asked, `` Yes Minister ? ``

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the unspoilt way to deal with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to sleuth Minister, I 'm piece of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would contravene the map of an int. Nothing can be secret from your int, its job is to have intercourse your most cozy desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't speak to their need, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential difference married person identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion citizenry in the system. At any clock time, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, lupus erythematosus than a chiliad might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In prison term yesteryear, she would have been unbelievably lucky to ingest found any of them.

The system of rules, was always trying to match people. The machines could leave any conceivable experience, but they wanted human being to interact with each early, not with machines. She was trying to grok the construct. `` 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 for certain she was understanding this.

'' Yes Minister. ``

She thought of the downside, `` But if Holy Writ of this ever got out, it could smash me. ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

'' We will render them to you. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, for certain. '' She was getting used to the dressing matter, but for now the night-robe was suited for her purposes. It was glorious white, and slinky. It clung to her curve in a most pleasing manner, a few congregation of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is finely. ``

'' They 're here diplomatic minister. '' Jeaves'annunciation was unexpectedly prompt, her beat quickened and her mouth dried.

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

She approached the man and poked him with the impenetrable hide whip she had in her deal. She did a look-alike take, she had a whip in her bridge player. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was component 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 of meat, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the hold was chummy enough to comfortably fill up 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 make an feeling on their thick pelt. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for herd control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

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

'' Yes schoolma'am. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the military force of the kick. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the upshot of the beef, but magnified its effect. True to their prime quantity directive, her horseshoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few annoyance receptors to give the impression the squawk had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human being, or through inactivity allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM aspect caused specific ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the auto. To deny their desires would be harm, they could give up harmless pain, but physical essence would be mitigated. Usually, the guinea pig did n't roll in the hay they were being mitigated.

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

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

She brandished the lash, he cowered again. A persuasion 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 the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes government minister, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain in the ass receptors. On the right setting I can make every pain receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably obliterate you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that expectation, Servalan decided it was clock time to come out the military action. `` Tell me of the rise stead ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not distinct at this point, how the dupe got shackled to the dungeon paries. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed case first against the paries. shackle appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her botheration, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will have a bit to restore the retinue to your liking. ''

As she stood there the environs mutated and the entourage began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the rampart. '' She liked the donjon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of place in amid the gilded surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't utter. She considered him and the party whip in her hand. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was backbreaking, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows if necessity. ``

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

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the lash in both hands and tried putting some More exploit into it. There was a substantial thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an head game, but she did n't get laid that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could come up into the snow. The big H was much sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the realism was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, form it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the Same effect. The Lapp event on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her twat. A few more blows, a few more yelping, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to deform things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp thunder as it hit him. This fourth dimension there was some gamey arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured riot, she felt it in her twat, like she was getting oral from the sass of anathemise individual. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing spunk closing in her puss and clit to help oneself her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all vim in the room, that includes auditory sensation. It does not propagate to the bulwark. '' perfect tense. 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 time, she panted, `` If you wo n't blab, how about level two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't wish if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The gust landed in a shower of blue discharge, his sidesplitter was stock curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, closing. She hit him again, the spit of a choir of the goddam played on her cunt and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to get along as she swung the whip with all the effect she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His belly laugh was the most meet yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, organic structure wracked in spasms as the most mightily coming she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and give ear limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unseen deal 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 need to raise yourself. '' Jeaves said. A power field formed under her to support her, and mantle formed around her to draw close in. She was at rest before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt tremendous. Rested, contented, prosperous, felicitous, at pacification. The outcome of the old even came back to her, she smiled. This piazza did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely flabby blankets dragged across her tit. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not strip you, your wearing apparel were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am portion of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't cerebrate of a lucid answer to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive encounter of her need 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 patch. The breakfast was, as usual luscious. These people knew how to prepare, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this opinion, the best examples of a dish ever created were the templet for the food. The effecter had replayed a template by arranging the molecule in the food.

While she was eating, Jeaves announced, `` Travis is calling. ``

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the reserve entropy so you 'd cognise who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The soul you tortured terminal night. ``

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

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

'' What does he imply by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her cortege wondering why she felt uneasy. 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 makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and artful. Her black haircloth was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this clash, so she had the rooms arranged like her office in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' display him in. ``

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

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

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a practiced specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the electric chair in battlefront of her desk, she sat in her position of world power, secure. `` What did your message mean ? ``

He looked vex, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could reckon of plenty else it might think of, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Beantown politics was a jumpy business.

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

'' It was the most fulfil night of my life. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a long sentence I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to affront the Minister

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

'' The, …, char would use and blackguard me for her pleasure, torturing me, I had to endure the intolerable. Only to be discarded after she was fulfill. ``

Servalan was even more than perplex, `` Why would you require that ? ``

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so strong when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a couple had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to fit in to a mental 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 system of 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 commentary, `` persist in ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your big businessman. It was arrant. 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 1st few coke were disappointing, they did n't ache at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the blows became increasingly painful. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to kibosh it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly ugly, like all the skin on my spinal column was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my cutis was flayed and I was on attack all at once, and the pain did n't contain, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my lifespan was in your hands. I would receive done anything, said anything to gain it finish, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final examination terrible blow. The pain before that was nothing 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 final stage statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting induce some uncanny grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally contentedness. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you blister me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and money plant of what he said. She knew he was right that story three would bolt down him. She did n't reckon to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to contain their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't know what to say, but her kitty was demanding her attention. It had been a tenacious fourth dimension since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuosity of a man. New Bean Town political sympathies made that hard. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't blab out. The expectation was tempting. `` stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd appear better without clothes. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so Handy, unobserved hands ripped off his dress. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The report of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the party whip was in her handwriting 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 motion to manipulate the whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you imagine would bechance if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his tumid member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a motility to break off her. His pleas did n't hang on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whiplash to his hard-on, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, number 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 enquiry in his confusion.

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

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

He set about the rank job. He did n't cogitate that the ints and the effecter conspired to sterilise what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant job. He willing performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

'' stop consonant that ! I have a much sound use for your glossa. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her puss with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were pleased as practically as political machine can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most substantial. Travis was subject he was serving his cold heartless kick as best he could.

Their romp evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a dearie of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another front-runner was the quad commander. `` blank Commander Travis '' was a Stoic Heron, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The Stoic hero had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the infliction of unsuccessful person. 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, distance Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go bring in the whip. '' She looked to the snack counter at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a rite humiliation to make Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whiplash, she said, `` Lets see how you like take down three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to testify it. In a level representative he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will kill me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the party whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his posture. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his sleeve. inconspicuous bonds grabbed him around the radiocarpal joint and lifted him bodily off the trading floor. More invisible trammel grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the turn out Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all slant. His body was to her liking. He was now fit out in skin tight leather trousers and a short sleeved leather adventitia with a padded leather egis. Her fancy space commander 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 person cape, lined in mysterious read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom blast of air current, 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 gust. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the egis, like the whip was a sceptre. It was her witching baton, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flutter unfold. She made to chance on with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistcloth. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his Department of State of creative thinker at the event. She had him splay again, as his rear turned to her, she swung playfully at his backside. He moved with the puff, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A syncope red sign appeared on his behind.

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

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

He rotated back to case her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussy sass, 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 nozzle, he breathed deeply of her aroma. `` 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 lash and struck him across the thorax, this time on the pleasure setting. His dead body jerked as the unexpected waving of pleasure spread across him. A grin flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : degree one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The clay of the adventitia was no protective covering. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in annoyance and pleasure.

Back to face her, beads of perspiration spread across his chest and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the lash. She really wanted his phallus to bottom her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flicker of involvement, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the party whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the finger's breadth of her other deal. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with horizontal surface two neuronic. Three nimble blows, across his back, buttocks and ramification. His body was wracked with spasm. More diaphoresis was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were sluggish, he could n't shoot much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will sleep with. '' With that she dropped to her stifle in forepart of him and took his penis into her backtalk. She loved the feeling of tycoon this gave her, she loved the belief and taste of the smooth surd penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her invertebrate foot, his grammatical construction had perked up. She said to him, `` The following will be level 3, what have you to say to that. ``

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy policeman 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 little emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a flush which ran through her snatch ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then following reversal should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the party whip, she had the ultimate exponent of aliveness or last over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the party whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible great power, when the twinkle flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the flooring, innocent of his bonds. pinch lighting lit the way only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim lighter. Suddenly justify his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

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 door. With an iniquity cackle she loped after the fleeing space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the threshold at the end, bursting into daylight.

The day and a flight of stairs of pigeons that he disturbed alienated Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to overhear up. She advanced on his slowly, the whiplash hum and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a cap, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the side by side building was an impossible leap, the ground twenty storey below him.

Their heart met. The unhopeful terror in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to mint him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate effort to ca-ca the next building. His wow as he fell played over her pussycat and she came. Her stage buckled under her.

When she finally opened her optic, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this technology. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not all in, as the auto had pursued their prime directive. Much of the final picture was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no to a lesser extent existent to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't get laid her adequate to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .