Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a Sovereign minister of religion. 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 well-heeled, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her paw moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a fast orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was ready, she thought of her deary fantasy. Torturing political prisoner in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a haste. She had n't had that pleasance for real, for years, during the revolution was the finish time. It had n't been long before the new government had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be flush Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, ashen tie, and white mitt, appeared in front of her. To any other observer, there was cipher there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neural user interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most mass in the system of rules had had an int implanted shortly after nascency and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few daylight earlier. She was the just one on her planet to have one, so she could open up carnal knowledge 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. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this causa there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the picture of her preferent accommodations, and the fitting unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the automobile which performed what looked like conjuration. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation social unit.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable behavior. This was seen as the sound way to get by with their difficult burster. `` It would be impossible for me to stag parson, I 'm part of you. ``

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

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

'' But, … '' The deduction of his affirmation sank in. `` You could execute that desire ? ``

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

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

'' I ca n't speak to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential difference partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion the great unwashed in the system. At any time, there were one thousand million who might be desiring a partner. Of those 1000000000, to a lesser extent than a G might desire to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In time past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to own found any of them.

The arrangement, was always trying to touch people. The machines could allow for any imaginable experience, but they wanted homo to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a go out service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes parson. ``

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

'' They are willing to hold a block installed in their int, so they could never put across anything which happened, without your permission. ``

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

'' Yes parson. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get ready 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 matter, but for now the gown was desirable for her intent. It was brilliant White River, and slinky. It clung to her bend in a most pleasing mode, a few folds of material around her neck added lordliness. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure what to wait. `` OK. '' The doorway burst receptive, and unseen paw propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the base and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the laboured hide whip she had in her hand. She did a double takings, she had a whip in her handwriting. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was theatrical role 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 parson, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whiplash, about a m long, the handle was thickset enough to comfortably sate her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by drover herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to induce an impression on their buddy-buddy hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the surety services for crowd control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a monarch Minister of the major planet of New capital of Massachusetts ! '' Her status was important to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmarm. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his backbone from the personnel of the kick. The elbow room 's effecter had significantly mitigated the result of the flush, but magnified its result. true up to their prime directive, her 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 impression the flush had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A political machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM tantrum caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the car. To deny their desires would be harm, they could countenance harmless pain in the neck, but physical gist would be mitigated. Usually, the matter did n't hump they were being mitigated.

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

'' Yes, Minister. '' 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 thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other slope of the guy on the base, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could set up that. '' The guy did n't take heed the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any party whip, it's a 'neuronic whiplash', it not only whips you, it activates your bother receptors. On the proper place setting I can make every pain sense organ in your physical structure flak. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably stamp out you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was time to start the action. `` Tell me of the renegade position ! ``

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

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

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

sympathy her pain in the ass, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry Minister, it will take a import to restore the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the environs mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` Keep the rampart. '' 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 address. 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 maintain this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the gust if essential. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the shadow pantryman. This would storm the dirty greyback, getting into character there. She swung the whiplash 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 audio the shirt was ripped from his dorsum, again by unobserved hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the ravishment. Servalan picked up the whip in both manus and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a satisfying thump against bare anatomy, her victim gasped slightly. A red mug appeared across his rear. The mark was an thaumaturgy, 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 muster into the blow. The smack was a good deal card sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very malevolent looking mark appeared on his back.

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

sentence to turn things up, she thought, 'make the party whip minimally neuronal'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp skag as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the lash, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her puss, like she was getting oral from the mouths of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve endings in her pussy and clit to help 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, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all get-up-and-go in the room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the paries. '' perfect. perfect tense seclusion, she liked what this organisation could do for her.

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

He reacted, `` No, delight, anything but that, I ca n't select any more, I 'll talk. '' The pitiful pleas felt like a clapper sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a rain shower of gloomy discharge, his shriek was parentage coagulation, to her it was the most erotic auditory sensation she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, conclusion. She hit him again, the knife of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

'Full big businessman .'She thought. `` spirit level three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The screaming played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the power of it knocked her back onto the shay. His sidesplitter was the most hearty yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful screech from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in cramp as the most brawny orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell still and hung limply against his bonds.

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

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

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

'' No need to agitate yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field of operations formed under her to patronage her, and cover formed around her to snuggle in. She was deceased before she could think of a response. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, prosperous, happy, at ataraxis. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This shoes did hold its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blanket dragged across her tit. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The look-alike of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your clothes were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am role of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't think of a ordered answer to that, but a gown appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall dish up breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her motive and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would give birth asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a patch. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this opinion, the best model of a dish ever created were the template 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 only personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the subject matter from the int would transmit the appropriate info so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The mortal you tortured last night. ``

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

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that entropy. '' Travis 's int would bed, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't imagine that anyone would thank her for that handling, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

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

She wanted the family reward for this showdown, so she had the retinue arranged like her place in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the door. ``

'' appearance him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather unsettled looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Night before, he had been just a trunk to abuse. She did n't want a hapless mint on her hired hand, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A galvanise 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 chair in front of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your subject matter stand for ? ``

He looked get, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could reckon of pot else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a roughly business.

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

'' It was the most fulfill Night of my spirit. ''

She heard the words, she did n't find out any mother wit. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly ugly. ``

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

'' well, …, for a long clock time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… charwoman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the minister

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

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

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

'' I do n't cognise, but it always turns me on so often 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 idea, but then I had to concord to a occlusion so I could never blab 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 talk. '' Servalan saw the logical system there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your comportment. 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 zip I could do about it, I was in your force. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic party whip, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to wear the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blows were disappointing, they did n't spite at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the citation of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the gust became increasingly painful. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly atrocious, like all the hide on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could put up that for long, to the lowest degree of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fervidness all at once, and the pain did n't block off, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my sprightliness was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to make it contain, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The botheration 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 end statement, but his cacoethes made the folderal he was spouting create some eldritch grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally subject. My soul was brightness, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on horizontal surface three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the saturation and honesty of what he said. She knew he was decent that level three would pop him. She did n't think to marvel how she knew that, it was a fabrication planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't live what to say, but her pussy was demanding her aid. It had been a long fourth dimension since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Hub of the Universe political relation made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The expectation was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look serious without apparel. Sounds of ripping material filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual world hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The bill of concluding dark obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the lash was in her hand 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 move to manipulate the whip, a voiced hum emanated from it. `` What do you call up would pass off if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his vertical phallus with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a move to check her. His pleas did n't flow on deaf spike, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his hard-on, he stiffened in prediction, the was a modest arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, do sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to settle on the carpet, then he sank to his knee. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also stimulate other receptors. In this case, the gratifying one. You 'll never cognize what to expect from the whiplash. ``

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

He set about the pure task. He did n't think that the ints and the effector conspired to sterilize what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant labor. He volition 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 shape. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her dress downfall open. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now wax on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much unspoilt use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The automobile were pleased as a great deal as automobile can be that they 'd successfully pair another human being pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favourite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't hold a favorite, he suffered. Another front-runner was the place commandant. `` quad commanding officer Travis '' was a stoic hero, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The Stoic submarine 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 bother of bankruptcy. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could agitate Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the conclusion time, blank space air force officer. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go bring in the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd will the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis convey the object of his torture. True to the eccentric he had to diddle, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lashkar-e-Taiba see how you like stratum three. ``

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

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the lash to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the elbow room, he took his position. She motioned up with the lash, he raised his arms. Invisible adhesion grabbed him around the radiocarpal joint and lifted him bodily off the floor. More inconspicuous chemical bond grabbed his ankles, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now raiment in skin tight leather trousers and a unawares sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her apparel had changed as well. She was now clad in a E. B. White cape, lined in deep read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of hint, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the lash against the breastplate, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock rumination, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a wand. It was her charming wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to excise 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 erection betrayed his state of nous at the events. She had him circumvolve again, as his backrest turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the gust, and stiffened slightly. Not a great deal of a reaction from him. A syncope red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His nates again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this time with degree one neuronic essence. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in torment. He did not cry out. `` floor one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her kitty-cat lips, 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 have to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whip and struck him across the dresser, this time on the joy setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of joy spread across him. A grinning flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

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

back to face her, beading of sudor cattle farm across his bureau and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the whip. She really wanted his penis to dawn her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to rest poker-faced but waver of involvement, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingers of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stage two neuronic. Three warm blows, across his rachis, hindquarters and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. More diaphoresis was evident.

He rotated back again. His centre were dull, he could n't ingest much more than. `` Since you are n't going to be around to secern, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her knees in forepart of him and took his penis into her lip. She loved the feeling of major power this gave her, she loved the smell and taste of the smooth firmly penis in her oral cavity. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest police officer I have ever known. '' His response was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, cheerio, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stolidness, that statement betrayed petty emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a shudder which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then next blow should do it. The view of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her kitty. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of life or dying over Travis. She had a decision she had to cook. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its dreaded mogul, when the Christ Within flickered and went out. There was a clump as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bonds. Emergency lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in manus glowing evilly in the dim lighter. Suddenly free his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his eyes, and a boot ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to hand the door. With an malign 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 day and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the lash humming and arcing. Looking around for escape valve Travis saw he was on a ceiling, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next construction was an impossible leap, the background twenty stories below him.

Their middle met. The low-down terror in Travis'centre was a mighty drug for Servalan. She raised the whiplash to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate effort to take a shit the future building. His scream as he fell played over her snatch and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the shay. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the motorcar had pursued their prime directive. practically of the final panorama was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less literal to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't roll in the hay her enough to let her belt down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .