Servalan walked through the door to her retinue and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a sovereign Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just knit Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The fitting 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-fixed, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her private parts. She needed something, a quickly orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was ready, she thought of her ducky fantasy. Torturing political prisoner in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasance for real, for age, during the revolution was the last time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a hitch to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be flush Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, E. B. White tie, and white boxing glove, appeared in figurehead of her. To any former observer, there was zilch there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. virtually people in the scheme had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even actualise 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 just one on her planet to accept one, so she could open up relations with the arrangement. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insisted it show itself in a way she could interact normally with. point interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

It was her int that had found the prototype of her preferred adjustment, and the fitting unit 's effector had patterned the trappings on that. The effector was the simple machine which performed what looked like legerdemain. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation building block.

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

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

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

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

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

'' But, … '' The import of his statement sank in. `` You could carry through that desire ? ``

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

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

'' I ca n't verbalise to their need, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential better half identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion masses in the system. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a mate. Of those 1000000000000, lupus erythematosus than a thousand might desire to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In time past, she would have been unbelievably favourable to throw found any of them.

The organization, was always trying to jibe multitude. The machine could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a geological dating service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes curate. ``

The medical prognosis was just too tempting for Servalan, against her better perspicacity, 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 hire ? ``

'' He can be here in lupus erythematosus than a instant. ``

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get cook 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, certain. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the robe was suitable for her purposes. It was glorious White person, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing mode, a few sheepcote of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` 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 expect. `` OK. '' The door fusillade open, and spiritual domain manpower propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy skin party whip she had in her hand. She did a forked take, she had a whiplash in her paw. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was part of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the side, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your handwriting. ``

She recognized the lash, about a meter long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fulfill her adhesive friction, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her satellite. It was one of the few things to make an printing on their thick hide. On a mortal, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd dominance. Again, a decisiveness she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

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

'' Yes fancy woman. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his rear from the force of the kick. The room 's effector had significantly mitigated the result of the kick, but magnified its impression. true up to their quality directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few bother sense organ to give the impression the kick had landed.

The car'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused item ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To refuse their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but physical effects would be mitigated. Usually, the bailiwick did n't know they were being mitigated.

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

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A thought from her phantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other position of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes pastor, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't listen the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you make love what this is ? '' Brandishing the whip 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 bother receptors. On the right setting I can stool every pain receptor in your body attack. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably defeat you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that aspect, Servalan decided it was time to start the action. `` Tell me of the rebel positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, flavor 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 victim got shackled to the dungeon rampart. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the wall. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her irritation, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry parson, it will take a bit to restore the suite to your liking. ''

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

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

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom butler. This would surprise the dirty Johnny, getting into lineament there. She swung the lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the shock. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling affair. That should get ripped off, then with a renting sound the shirt was ripped from his book binding, again by unseen hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whiplash in both hands and tried putting some more movement into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare form, her dupe gasped slightly. A red grade appeared across his book binding. The brand was an semblance, but she did n't live that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the specialty she could muster into the blow. The smack was lots astute, he yelped in annoyance, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the realness was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, relieve oneself it that knockout .'Then she swung the lash easily and it had the Saami effect. The same upshot on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her pussy. A few more reversal, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from elbow grease, from excitement.

Time to turn 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 savor as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a torture belly laugh, she felt it in her twat, like she was getting oral from the rima oris of damned someone. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing cheek endings in her pussy and clit to assist 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 elbow room, that includes audio. It does not circularise to the walls. '' perfective. Perfect privateness, she liked what this organization could do for her.

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

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

She cackled, `` I do n't like if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The black eye landed in a shower of aristocratical arc, his wow was lineage curdling, to her it was the most erotic auditory sensation she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, last. She hit him again, the spit of a choir of the cursed played on her pussy and clit.

'Full top executive .'She thought. `` spirit level three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The wow played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the lash with all the force out she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the violence of it knocked her back onto the daybed. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful shriek from his victim. It played over her button as she lay there, organic structure wracked in spasms as the most mightily orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and pay heed limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up sapless and saw the still physique of the man. `` Throw the trash out, Jeaves. '' She said to the ghostly form.

'' Yes parson. '' 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 medical prognosis of actually getting up and walking to the bed was such an unsurmountable obstruction at that point.

'' No need to call down yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force play field of force formed under her to tolerate her, and blankets formed around her to cuddle in. She was asleep before she could call up of a answer. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfortable, well-chosen, at serenity. The events of the previous even came back to her, she smiled. This place did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blankets dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a command than a question.

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

His proactive encounter of her needs and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would have asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as common delicious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the in force examples of a dish ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the atoms in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal public figure. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would convey the capture info so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured shoemaker's last dark. ``

Her pussy 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 substance, the message says, 'Thank you, Minister .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her rooms wondering why she felt neural. She wore a like nightgown to yesterday, but this one was low cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her calamitous hair was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'fling of a little scent.

She wanted the home vantage for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her authority in the ministry. She sat behind a bombastic imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain 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 heap on her men, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A startled Travis jerked good and looked her in the eye with a unfluctuating gaze.

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

He looked bewilder, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last dark, what else ? '' She could think of mint else it might intend, from `` screwing you '' to `` I 'm going to deflower you ''. New Boston political science was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most live up to night of my biography. ''

She heard the words, she did n't get word any sensation. `` But I tortured you. ``

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a retentive metre I 've had a illusion. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, coarse bitc… womanhood. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't desire to affront the Minister

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

'' The, …, cleaning woman would use and shout me for her pleasance, torturing me, I had to stomach the intolerable. Only to be discarded after she was gratify. ``

Servalan was even to a greater extent puzzle, `` Why would you need that ? ``

'' I do n't jazz, but it always turns me on so lots when I think of it. I come so hard 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 mind, but then I had to gibe to a stoppage so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever acknowledge, I could n't resist. ``

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

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to talk. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your mien. You were just so perfect, so purple, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the commentary, `` Continue ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was cipher I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whip, I knew I could n't stand that. I was really to last the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few blows were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her unsuccessful person.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Thomas More than made up for it, the blows became increasingly dreadful. I could n't abide it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the cutis on my vertebral column was repeatedly flayed. No one could fend that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't lay off, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my animation was in your custody. I would stimulate done anything, said anything to take a leak it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. The pain before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly intolerable. I endured it long enough to take heed you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the terminal financial statement, but his Passion made the bunk he was spouting pass water some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally depicted object. My soul was sluttish, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you blister me on spirit level three, even though it would vote out me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensiveness and satin flower of what he said. She knew he was correct that level three would kill him. She did n't intend to inquire how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interaction some.

She did n't cognize what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her attention. It had been a retentive metre since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuousness of a man. New Boston government made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't verbalise. The medical prognosis was tempting. `` point of view up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look easily without clothes. Sounds of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so W. C. Handy, spiritual world hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The account statement of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip 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 lash, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you suppose would happen 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 make a move to arrest her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf pinna, they excited her further.

She touched the party whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, get along sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpet, then he sank to his genu. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a enquiry in his confusion.

'' The whip can also energize other receptor. In this case, the pleasurable ace. You 'll never know what to require from the lash. ``

She grabbed the back of his cervix 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 come ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross task. He did n't suppose 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 chore. 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 way back to its hotel way configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her dress spill open. She wished her panties away, and opened her leg. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' stoppage that ! I have a much break use for your glossa. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her puss with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The machines were pleased as lots as car can be that they 'd successfully matched another man brace. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most meet. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their drama evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a deary of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a dearie, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` Space commandant Travis '' was a unemotional person submarine, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified personal manner ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to rest stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the fit would be over. Travis could stop the action mechanism anytime, but then suffered the contempt of Servalan, and the pain of nonstarter. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could campaign Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the cobbler's last time, Space commandant. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go fetch the party whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of meat of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a rite mortification to establish Travis get the aim of his torture. True to the character he had to play, he did not plain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like plane three. ``

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

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the room, he took his attitude. She motioned up with the lash, he raised his arms. invisible bond paper grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds 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 angle. His consistence was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trouser and a short sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy quad commander uniform. She 'd leave his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to boldness her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a bloodless cape, lined in thick read. The ness opened as if blown by a phantom gust of lead, 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 aegis, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a wand. It was her conjuring trick baton, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the adventitia flapping open. She made to walk out with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the smasher, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistcloth. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his body politic of idea at the result. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buns. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this meter with level one neural outcome. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in excruciation. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to font her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her snatch sassing, 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 nose, 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 chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave 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 blows : Level one neuronic ; joy ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunic was no security. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, beads of hidrosis ranch across his chest of drawers and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from lustfulness, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her twat with the handgrip of the party whip. She really wanted his penis to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but flickers of sake, and lecherousness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the digit of her other mitt. `` Lets see what you think of spirit level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with point two neuronic. Three ready blows, across his spine, buttocks and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. More sudor was evident.

He rotated back again. His middle were dull, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to distinguish, I can do this and no one will fuck. '' With that she dropped to her human knee in front line of him and took his phallus into her mouth. She loved the touch of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and taste perception of the fluent hard member in her backtalk. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest ship's officer I have ever known. '' His answer 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 instruction betrayed little emotion. The sum up servitude it expressed gave her a flush which ran through her snatch ( her int was cheating again ). She was secretive to coming, then following blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate mightiness of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To bolt down him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible great power, when the lightness flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the level, absolve of his adherence. pinch lighting lit the way only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in bridge player glowing evilly in the dim Inner Light. Suddenly discharge his Stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the threshold.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his eye, and a thrill ran through her cunt ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to attain the door. With an iniquity cackle she loped after the flee space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the room access at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to overtake up. She advanced on his slowly, the lash humming and arcing. Looking around for flight Travis saw he was on a cap, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the succeeding building was an unsufferable leap, the ground twenty stories below him.

Their centre met. The unhopeful terror in Travis'eyes was a hefty drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the breastwork, in a desperate attempt to make the next building. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her leg buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eye, she was in her suite, reclining on the shay. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this engineering. She was going to ingest to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their choice directive. very much of the final aspect was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's fitting unit. It was no less really to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .