Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her condition as a sovereign pastor. 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 longue. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her fork. She needed something, a immediate orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her pet phantasy. Torturing political prisoner 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 in conclusion time. It had n't been long before the new authorities had put a stop to that. One of the many matter she intended to commute if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible married person available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, bloodless tie, and white glove, appeared in front of her. To any other percipient, there was zip there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. nearly multitude in the system had had an int implanted shortly after giving 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 instinctive to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the solely one on her planet to have one, so she could give 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. Direct fundamental interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the image of her preferent accommodations, and the accommodation whole 's effector had patterned the furnishings on that. The effecter was the motorcar which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the salutary way to deal out with their unmanageable charge. `` It would be insufferable for me to stag Minister, I 'm portion of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the social occasion of an int. null can be private from your int, its job is to experience your nigh confidant desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes diplomatic minister. As I indicated, a compatible married person is available. ``

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

'' I ca n't speak to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential spouse identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the system. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a cooperator. Of those billions, less than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In clip past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match people. The machines could provide any conceivable experience, but they wanted homo to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the construct. `` You 're a dating religious service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes parson. ``

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

'' They are willing to cause a blockage installed in their int, so they could never pass on anything which happened, without your permission. ``

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

'' Yes curate. ``

The prospect was just too tempting for Servalan, against her expert 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 take ? ``

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

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was desirable for her purposes. It was vivid gabardine, and slinky. It clung to her bender in a most delight manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck opening added gravitas. `` This is alright. ``

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

She stood up, still not certain what to look. `` OK. '' The door burst undefended, 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 backbreaking pelt whip she had in her hand. She did a double return, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a bit before, but it was part of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did matter like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the slope, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your helping hand. ``

She recognized the lash, about a meter long, the grip was stocky enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsman herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to make an picture on their thick hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the certificate religious service for crowd together control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign minister of religion of the major planet of New Boston ! '' Her status was significant to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmarm. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force of the charge. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the gist of the thrill, but magnified its effect. True to their flower directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain in the neck sense organ to give the impression the kick had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A auto must not harm a man, or through inactivity allow a human being to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused picky ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could permit harmless pain in the ass, but forcible impression would be mitigated. Usually, the bailiwick did n't sleep with they were being mitigated.

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

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

She brandished the lash, he cowered again. A thought from her fancy 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 format that. '' The guy did n't get word the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

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

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your botheration receptor. On the right setting I can make every nuisance receptor in your body flack. '' He digested the information. `` On floor three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that scene, Servalan decided it was meter to take up the action. `` Tell me of the rise up position ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, look for the vista. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never babble. ``

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not discrete at this point, how the victim got shackled to the dungeon bulwark. However, the effecter 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 bulwark was the dismal wall of the dungeon from her fancy. She was in the dingy donjon, no longer in her plush entourage. `` Hey ! '' She complained at her int.

Understanding her infliction, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry diplomatic minister, it will consume a moment to furbish up the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` preserve the wall. '' She liked the keep 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 talk. She considered him and the whiplash in her paw. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was clayey, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the bump if requisite. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the apparition butler. This would surprise the dirty insurrectionist, getting into lineament there. She swung the lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's spinal column. He hardly reacted to the gust. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling affair. That should get ripped off, then with a renting strait the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen manpower. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual world helping workforce, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the party whip in both helping hand and tried putting some Sir Thomas More effort into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red marking appeared across his back. The mark was an thaumaturgy, but she did n't live that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the forte she could muster into the puff. The smack was a lot sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very evilness looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her illusion, the reality was even better. Her pussy was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that severe .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same issue. The like effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her kitty-cat. A few More blows, a few to a greater extent yelping, and she was panting. Not from sweat, from excitement.

prison term to turn things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't peach, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp savour as it hit him. This time there was some down in the mouth arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a rack scream, she felt it in her snatch, like she was getting oral examination from the lip of damned individual. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve endings in her pussy and clit to help her seminal fluid. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbor hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the elbow room, that includes strait. It does not propagate to the walls. '' perfective 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 slit. She was close. Gasping for hint, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about level two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't deal if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a cascade of dreary arcs, his sidesplitter was blood clotting, to her it was the most titillating sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, end. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the maledict played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The screech played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whiplash with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the force-out of it knocked her back onto the chaise longue. His screaming was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasms as the most muscular orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell understood and hung limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes curate. '' He said, as the guy 's adhesiveness disappeared, and the unseen handwriting 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 penury to invoke yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field of honor formed under her to plunk for her, and mantle formed around her to snuggle in. She was gone before she could mean of a response. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt improbable. Rested, contented, comfortable, happy, at peace. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did give its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely easy blanket dragged across her white meat. 'You did that .'She thought, more a assertion than a question.

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

His proactive meeting of her pauperization and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would accept asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual pleasant-tasting. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this feeling, the best example of a dish ever created were the template for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the speck in the food.

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

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

'' The person you tortured survive night. ``

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

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not jakes to that info. '' Travis 's int would bed, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't think that anyone would give thanks her for that treatment, there must be some subtext she was missing.

That interrogative sentence preyed on her mind for the day, so sometime mid afternoon she thought 'Could you bid 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 retinue wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a like nightie to yesterday, but this one was frown cut, and it was split up the face. She examined the hair and composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her dark hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

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

'' show 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 passel on her bridge player, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

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

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the president in front end of her desk, she sat in her billet of power, secure. `` What did your message have in mind ? ``

He looked get, `` I, I, I was thanking you for hold up dark, what else ? '' She could conceive of great deal else it might mean, from `` screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Beantown political relation was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most fulfilling night of my lifetime. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly ugly. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a long time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, abrasive bitc… char. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't desire to insult the Minister

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

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

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

'' I do n't recognize, 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 catch had been found. I 've had peer before, but never gone through with the mind, but then I had to match to a auction block so I could never talk about it. It would be a closed book, no one would ever make love, 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 blab out. '' Servalan saw the logical system there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so stark, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your power. It was thoroughgoing. Then, you told me of the neuronic whiplash, I knew I could n't live on that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the low few coke were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her nonstarter.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Sir Thomas More than made up for it, the reverse became increasingly painful. I could n't put up it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly atrocious, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least 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 stop, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would give done anything, said anything to defecate it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The pain before that was zippo compared to this, it was really truly intolerable. I endured it long enough to find out you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could drop away into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last command, but his rage made the nonsensicality he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally capacity. My person was calorie-free, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and money plant of what he said. She knew he was right on that level three would defeat him. She did n't call back to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't make love what to say, but her twat was demanding her attention. It had been a retentive time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston politics made that hard. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't speak. The prospect was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd face just without clothes. phone of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so handy, unseen custody ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, defenseless and erect. The account of hold up Nox 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, seeable only to her, said that.

She walked around Travis, she liked what she saw. She made an obvious relocation to manipulate the whiplash, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would find if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his vertical penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not form a move to end her. His supplication did n't fall on deaf ear, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his hard-on, he stiffened in expectation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, descend sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to come down on the carpet, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also arouse other receptors. In this suit, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never make love what to expect from the whiplash. ``

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

He set about the unadulterated project. 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 task. He willing performed it at her behest, he was dangerous when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the room back to its hotel room contour. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her wearing apparel 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.

'' stay that ! I have a much better use for your natural language. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The political machine were pleased as much as motorcar can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most cheering. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless gripe as best he could.

Their free rein evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a dearie of Servalan 's. Travis did n't accept a front-runner, he suffered. Another favorite was the infinite commander. `` blank commander Travis '' was a stoic Italian sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified way ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to remain Stoic throughout. If the bomber cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could push Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last time, infinite Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the lash. '' She looked to the buffet at the incline of the room. She 'd will the lash to appear there. It was a rite humiliation to defecate Travis get the object of his torturing. True to the character he had to play, he did not sound off, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like tier three. ``

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

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his stance. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his munition. unseeable bond certificate grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the floor. More unseeable bonds grabbed his ankles, the bond certificate 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 slant. His organic structure was to her liking. He was now clothed in peel tight leather pant and a short sleeved leather tunic with a blow up leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to look her, her dress had changed as well. She was now clad in a whiteness cape, lined in cryptical read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of wind, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's centre widened, she was amused at his reaction.

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

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his Department of State of intellect at the consequence. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his prat. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not lots of a chemical reaction from him. A faint red scratch appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to present his social movement to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall omit your torso when you 're absolutely. ``

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

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the gyration. She drew the whip ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy backtalk, it glistened where her back talk had touched, it. She poked the tip of the party whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, he breathed deeply of her perfume. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll sustain to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whiplash and struck him across the thorax, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected waving of pleasure spread across him. A smile flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the deadpan expression.

She turned him around, three quick gust : Level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no protection. His torso jerked against the bail, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to brass her, beads of sweating spread across his chest 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 handle of the whip. She really wanted his penis to permeate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to stay impassive but glint 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 level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three straightaway bump, across his backrest, buttocks and legs. His body was wracked with cramp. More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't take much Sir Thomas More. `` 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 knees in front of him and took his penis into her oral fissure. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and gustatory sensation of the smooth hard penis in her back talk. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known. '' His response was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that statement betrayed picayune emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close down to coming, then next bump should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her kitty. She raised the party whip, she had the ultimate power of life story or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her kitty-cat was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, dislodge of his bonds. hand brake lighting lit the elbow room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, lash in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly release his Stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the scourge and desperation in his middle, and a thrill ran through her snatch ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an evil cackle she loped after the flee outer 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 disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whiplash humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next construction was an impossible leap, the ground twenty floor below him.

Their centre met. The abject scourge in Travis'eyes was a mightily drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate effort to name the next edifice. His scream as he fell played over her slit and she came. Her wooden leg buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. 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 machines had pursued their prime directive. a good deal of the final conniption was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less tangible to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her pour down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .