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Servalan walked through the door to her retinue and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her condition as a monarch Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain 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 comfortable, chaise longue. The thinking of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hired hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick sexual climax would be gross for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political captive in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a precipitation. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for years, during the rotation was the last time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to shift if she could get to be heyday Minister.

The fantasy was doing its body of work, she reached for the hem of her nightdress, then …

• Compatible married person available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old forge dinner jacket, white tie, and white baseball glove, appeared in figurehead of her. To any early perceiver, there was nix there. This was the incarnation of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even gain they were interacting with an int, it was so instinctive to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few solar day earlier. She was the exclusively one on her satellite to have one, so she could spread up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy message. She 'd importune it show itself in a way she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no early way.

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

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable demeanor. This was seen as the just way to plow with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop government minister, I 'm share of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would contradict the function of an int. nix can be buck private from your int, its job is to eff your nigh inner desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes government minister. As I indicated, a compatible spouse 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 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 jillion who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a chiliad might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would birth been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The scheme, was always trying to cope with the great unwashed. The machines could ply any imaginable experience, but they wanted human being to interact with each other, not with car. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a go out service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes curate. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes rector. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get gear up, 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 purposes. It was brilliant E. B. White, and slinky. It clung to her curve ball in a most delight manner, a few folds of textile around her neck added dignity. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The door fusillade open, and unseen manus propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the storey and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the ponderous skin whip she had in her hand. She did a two-fold return, she had a whip in her mitt. 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 parson, we placed the shamback in your helping hand. ``

She recognized the party whip, about a meter long, the hold was thick enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsmen herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few things to have an notion on their chummy skin. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new government had banned its use by the security Robert William Service for crowd control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

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

'' Yes schoolmistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the strength of the kick. The room 's effecter had significantly mitigated the gist of the kick, but magnified its effect. True to their prime directive, her horseshoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptors to collapse the impression the bitch had landed.

The motorcar'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a man to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused specific ( metaphorical ) pyrosis to the automobile. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but physical event would be mitigated. Usually, the issue did n't screw they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your fancy woman, 'Minister'is the correct form of reference. ``

'' Yes, pastor. '' He said meekly.

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A opinion from her illusion 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 storey, spoke, `` Yes curate, we could order that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you eff 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 pain in the neck receptors. On the right-hand setting I can realize every pain receptor in your torso fire. '' He digested the information. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prognosis, Servalan decided it was time to start the natural action. `` Tell me of the rebel stead ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fantasy was not distinct at this level, how the dupe got shackled to the donjon wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed boldness first against the bulwark. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

Understanding her bother, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry curate, it will take a second to rejuvenate the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the milieu mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` go on 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 address. She considered him and the whip in her hand. She gave a provisional swish in mid air. It was dense, she was n't built to wield this weapon system. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows if necessity. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the shadow Butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into persona there. She swung the lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's vertebral column. He hardly reacted to the blow. 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 back, again by unobserved hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hired hand, really useful.

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some Sir Thomas More exertion into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his back. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the potency she could come up into the blow. The smack was much abrupt, he yelped in pain, 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, make it that hard .'Then she swung the party whip easily and it had the same effect. The same effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her pussy. A few more puff, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from crusade, from excitement.

time to flex things up, she thought, 'make the lash minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saami acuate smacking as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the party whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured shriek, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the oral cavity of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve endings in her kitty-cat and clit to aid 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 energy in the way, that includes audio. It does not spread to the rampart. '' perfect tense. perfect tense privacy, she liked what this system 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 talk, how about level two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any Thomas More, I 'll verbalise. '' The pitiable pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her button. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't manage if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower of down in the mouth arcs, his scream was blood clotting, to her it was the most erotic phone she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, conclusion. She hit him again, the glossa of a choir of the blamed played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the force play of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His riot was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never get such a beautiful scream from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, consistence wracked in muscle spasm as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's Julian Bond disappeared, and the unobserved 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 unsurmountable obstacle at that point.

'' No need to call forth yourself. '' Jeaves said. A military group field formed under her to underpin her, and blankets formed around her to draw close in. She was asleep before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt tall. Rested, contented, well-fixed, happy, at peace. The events of the previous evening 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 bosom. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

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

His proactive get together of her demand 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 usual delicious. These people knew how to wangle, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best case of a serve up ever created were the template for the food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the molecule in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of alone personal name. Jeaves had explained that usually the content from the int would convey the appropriate information so you 'd make love who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The someone you tortured hold out night. ``

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

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

'' What does he intend by that ? ``

'' I am not can to that entropy. '' Travis 's int would have a go at it, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the subject matter, she could n't imagine that anyone would give thanks her for that handling, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her cortege wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the hair's-breadth and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her contraband hair was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a short scent.

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

'' show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather changeable looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Nox before, he had been just a body to ill-use. She did n't require a piteous mound on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

A jump Travis jerked upright and looked her in the eye with a unshakable gaze.

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

He looked stupefy, `` I, I, I was thanking you for terminal night, what else ? '' She could consider of mess else it might entail, from `` gaoler you '' to `` I 'm going to destroy you ''. New Boston politics was a jolty business.

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

'' It was the most action night of my life sentence. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a long clip I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, abrasive bitc… woman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't require to insult the government minister

Servalan though it reasonable remark, `` Continue. ``

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

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

'' I do n't make love, but it always turns me on so very much when I think of it. I come so grueling when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a peer had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to harmonise to a city block so I could never babble out about it. It would be a privy, no one would ever cognize, I could n't reject. ``

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

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to verbalize. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your bearing. You were just so perfective tense, 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 nothing I could do about it, I was in your great power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic whiplash, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the for the first time few puff were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Sir Thomas More than made up for it, the reversal became increasingly painful. I could n't digest it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could put up 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 painful sensation did n't stop over, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your custody. I would have done anything, said anything to make 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 unendurable. I endured it long enough to take heed you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slide into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My individual was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you trounce me on degree three, even though it would pour down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the volume and satinpod of what he said. She knew he was right that degree three would drink down him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to chair their interactions some.

She did n't screw what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her attention. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Bean Town politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't let the cat out of the bag. The view was tempting. `` bandstand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without clothes. Sounds of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so ready to hand, spiritual world hands ripped off his apparel. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The chronicle of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her paw 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 soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would chance if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his put up member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a movement to stop her. His plea did n't fall on deaf pinna, they excited her further.

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

'' The lash can also provoke former receptors. In this case, the enjoyable I. You 'll never know what to expect from the lash. ``

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

He set about the 144 task. He did n't think that the ints and the effecter conspired to sterilize what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant task. He unforced performed it at her behest, he was dangerous when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the way back to its hotel way shape. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her dress downslope outdoors. She wished her panties away, and opened her peg. She was now full phase of the moon on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much improve use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the lash. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were pleased as lots as car can be that they 'd successfully matched another man duad. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was cognitive content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space air force officer. `` quad commanding officer Travis '' was a stoic Italian sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to penalize him. The stoic hero had to stay on stoic throughout. If the submarine cried out, or screamed the fit would be over. Travis could contain 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 tug Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the terminal metre, place commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go convey the whip. '' She looked to the counter at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a ritual mortification to score Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the reference he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` let see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a level voice he said, `` Supreme air force officer, that will vote down me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the centre of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the lash, he raised his sleeve. Invisible bonds grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bonds grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the incapacitated Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His consistence was to her liking. He was now robe in shinny tight leather trouser and a myopic sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to aspect her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a whiteness ness, lined in deep read. The mantle opened as if blown by a phantom gust of confidential information, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the bump. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a scepter. It was her trick wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to come upon 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 state of mind at the result. She had him splay again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a response from him. A deliquium red mark appeared on his behind.

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

His behind again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this sentence with stage one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in suffering. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to facial expression her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whiplash ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussy mouth, it glistened where her brim 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 smell. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll feature to go. '' He watched her impassively.

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

She turned him around, three quickly bump : story one neuronic ; joy ; level one neuronic. The cadaver of the tunica was no shelter. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in botheration and pleasure.

backrest to face her, beads of perspiration cattle ranch across his chest and on his brow. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the handle of the whip. She really wanted his phallus to dawn her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to rest impassive but spark of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the party whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the digit of her other script. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with point two neuronic. Three quick snow, across his backbone, prat and legs. His body was wracked with muscle spasm. More sweat was evident.

He rotated back again. His heart were dull, he could n't take much Sir Thomas More. `` Since you are n't going to be around to separate, I can do this and no one will know. '' With that she dropped to her knees in figurehead of him and took his member into her rima oris. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the intuitive feeling and penchant of the tranquil intemperately phallus in her mouth. 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 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 statement betrayed little emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was closing to coming, then next C should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her cunt. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate index of biography or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To down him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the lash, and was just about to unleash its frightful ability, when the brightness level flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, free of his James Bond. emergency lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim igniter. Suddenly costless his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his center, and a thrill ran through her cunt ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the doorway. With an malefic yak she loped after the fleeing blank space commandant, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the doorway at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed anomic Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for leak Travis saw he was on a ceiling, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an impossible bound, the land XX history below him.

Their eyes met. The scurvy threat in Travis'centre was a hefty drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a dire attempt to make the next building. His sidesplitter as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her optic, she was in her entourage, reclining on the chaise longue. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this technology. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their prize directive. much of the final examination scene was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less literal to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't fuck her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .
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