Servalan walked through the doorway to her suite and smiled. These were fitting befitting her status as a crowned head government minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just knit Servalan and left the tutelage of the Ministry behind her. The adjustment 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. The cerebration of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quickly climax would be staring for her now. She was make, she thought of her preferent fancy. Torturing political prisoners in a donjon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that delight for rattling, for years, during the revolution was the last sentence. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a arrest to that. One of the many things she intended to vary if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible married person 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 talk to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner crown, white tie, and white gloves, appeared in front of her. To any former observer, there was nil there. This was the personification of her int, her neural port, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after giving birth and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, almost people did n't even pull in they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few sidereal day earlier. She was the only one on her planet to experience one, so she could open up recounting with the scheme. She was anything but used to its creepy content. She 'd insist it show itself in a manner she could interact normally with. calculate interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

'' I ca n't mouth to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential difference spouse identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the organization. At any meter, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a K might require to be on the receiving end of her fancy. In sentence past tense, she would experience been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The organization, was always trying to tally people. The car could allow for any imaginable experience, but they wanted human beings to interact with each early, not with motorcar. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a go out service as well ? ``

'' We strive to meet 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 for certain she was understanding this.

'' Yes government minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

The candidate was just too tempting for Servalan, against her well judging, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will have 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 surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get fix to excruciate a political prisoner.

She looked down at her robe. 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 thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her purposes. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curved shape in a most pleasing manner, a few faithful of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

'' They 're here minister. '' Jeaves'annunciation was unexpectedly fast, her pulse quickened and her mouth dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The threshold explosion open, and spiritual world hands propelled a man into the elbow room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy skin lash she had in her deal. She did a image take, she had a lash in her hand. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was character of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did thing like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the English, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the grip was thick enough to comfortably fill her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herdsman herding sham-dear on her satellite. It was one of the few things to make an impression on their heavyset hide. On a somebody, it could be quite devastating. The new regimen had banned its use by the security services for crowd ascendancy. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you roll in the hay who I am ? '' He nodded. `` Speak ! '' She commanded.

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

'' I 'm not just any cleaning woman ! I 'm a Sovereign pastor of the major planet of New Boston ! '' Her status was of import to her, she never let anyone blank out it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force play of the kick. The elbow room 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its effect. true to their ground directive, her skid had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptors to give the impression the recoil had landed.

The machines'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inaction allow a human being to be harmed. '' BDSM aspect caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To abnegate their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless pain, but strong-arm result would be mitigated. Usually, the topic did n't know they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the chastise variety of reference. ``

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

She brandished the whip, he cowered again. A thought from her fantasy struck her, 'could you do that ?'She aimed the thought at the int. Jeaves now appeared standing on the other side of the guy on the story, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could set that. '' The guy did n't hear the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you get laid 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 party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain sense organ. On the right setting I can make every annoyance receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the selective information. `` On level three it will probably vote down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prospect, Servalan decided it was time to start the action mechanism. `` William Tell me of the greyback positions ! ``

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

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

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

sympathy her pain in the neck, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're no-good Minister, it will take a moment to restore the entourage to your liking. ''

As she stood there the environs mutated and the entourage began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` Keep the bulwark. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of post in amid the sumptuous surroundings.

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

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantasm Samuel Butler. This would storm the dirty rebel, getting into fictional character there. She swung the whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's book binding. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling matter. That should get ripped off, then with a renting audio the shirt was ripped from his spine, again by unseen handwriting. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual domain helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the violation. Servalan picked up the whip in both helping hand and tried putting some Thomas More effort into it. There was a fill thud against bare bod, her dupe gasped slightly. A red bell ringer appeared across his spinal column. The Gospel According to Mark was an conjuring trick, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could come up into the reverse. The smack was much piercing, he yelped in bother, and a very malevolent looking patsy appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her snatch was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, nominate it that hard .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same essence. The Lapplander effect on him and her, she felt the excitation radiate from her pussy. A few Thomas More blows, a few more yelps, and she was panting. Not from drive, from excitement.

sentence to turn thing 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 nip as it hit him. This prison term there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting viva from the mouths of damned psyche. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing spunk endings in her kitty-cat and button to help her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbour hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, imperturbable, to her side.

'' No, we control all energy in the room, that includes speech sound. It does not propagate to the walls. '' perfective. Perfect secrecy, she liked what this system could do for her.

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

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

She cackled, `` I do n't wish if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The blow landed in a shower of blue arcs, his shriek was parentage curdling, to her it was the most titillating sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, closing. She hit him again, the clapper of a choir of the damned played on her slit and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The wow played over her clit, she started to descend as she swung the party whip with all the force-out she could muster. There was an explosion of firework, the personnel of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His screaming was the most hearty yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his dupe. It played over her clit as she lay there, body wracked in spasms as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and advert limply against his bonds.

As she recovered she looked up weakly and saw the still manakin of the man. `` Throw the chicken feed out, Jeaves. '' She said to the phantasmal form.

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

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

'' No pauperism to bring up yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field formed under her to sustain her, and blankets formed around her to cuddle in. She was asleep before she could believe of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt rattling. Rested, contented, comfortable, felicitous, at heartsease. The consequence of the previous eventide came back to her, she smiled. This place did sustain its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blankets dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a instruction 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 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 logical reception to that, but a gown appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her motivation 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 piece. The breakfast was, as usual delicious. These people knew how to make, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best examples of a dish ever created were the templates for the food. The effector had replayed a templet by arranging the mote in the food.

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

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

'' The mortal you tortured conclusion night. ``

Her kitty 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 have in mind by that ? ``

'' I am not privy 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 imagine that anyone would thank her for that discourse, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her entourage wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was scurvy cut, and it was split up the side of meat. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and disingenuous. Her smutty 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 coming upon, 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 uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the Nox before, he had been just a physical structure to abuse. She did n't need a pathetic heap on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

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

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in straw man of her desk, she sat in her lieu of power, secure. `` What did your message think ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for shoemaker's last night, what else ? '' She could cerebrate of tidy sum else it might mean, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a rough business.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrifying. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a hanker time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… fair sex. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to affront the minister

Servalan though it average scuttlebutt, `` Continue. ``

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

Servalan was even Sir Thomas More stick, `` Why would you require that ? ``

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so practically when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a compeer had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to accord to a block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever have it away, 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 presence. You were just so perfect, so majestic, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nada 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 endure that. I was really to hold out the unbearable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few puff were disappointing, they did n't spite at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the gust became increasingly painful. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to lay off it. Then, you turned on the whiplash. That was truly frightful, like all the tegument 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 fervency 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 bridge player. I would have done anything, said anything to attain it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final fearful blow. The hurting before that was zilch compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could slip one's mind into unconsciousness capacity. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the end statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this forenoon, totally message. My soul was light up, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you scald me on level three, even though it would belt down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and satin flower of what he said. She knew he was properly that story three would drink down him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fable planted by their ints to mince their interactions some.

She did n't do it what to say, but her slit was demanding her attention. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The prospect was tempting. `` standstill up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without wearing apparel. Sounds of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so Handy, spiritual world hands ripped off his dress. He stood before her desk, raw and upright. The news report of stopping point night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whiplash was in her helping 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 move to wangle the whip, a cushy hum emanated from it. `` What do you conceive would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect 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 cease her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf capitulum, they excited her further.

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

'' The party whip can also stimulate former sense organ. In this case, the pleasurable single. You 'll never know what to await from the whiplash. ``

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

He set about the crying project. He did n't call up 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 serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

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

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

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't bear a front-runner, he suffered. Another favorite was the infinite commander. `` space Commander Travis '' was a stoic poor boy, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified way ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic Cuban sandwich had to remain stoic throughout. If the wedge cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could barricade the activeness anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could crowd Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to transfer. `` You 've failed me for the live on time, place commandant. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded dissimilar. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd bequeath the party whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to establish Travis get the object of his distortion. True to the character he had to playact, he did not complain, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lets see how you like level three. ``

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

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the middle of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his weaponry. unseeable bonds grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible bail bond grabbed his ankle joint, the James Bond tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the lost Travis. She willed the splayed Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all slant. His body was to her liking. He was now clad in skin tight leather trousers and a short sleeved leather tunica with a tramp leather breastplate. Her fantasy space commander uniform. She 'd willed his apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to cheek her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white mantle, lined in mysterious 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 optic widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the aegis did its job and protected him from the reverse. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a verge. It was her magic wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flap capable. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistcloth. The trouser disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of judgment at the events. She had him rotate again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the C, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A faint red cross appeared on his behind.

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

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this time with degree one neuronal impression. There was the usual arcing and his torso writhed in torture. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to human face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic sweetening ) through her snatch lips, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whiplash inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nose, he breathed deeply of her olfactory property. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll cause to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the whip and struck him across the bureau, this clip on the pleasance setting. His organic structure jerked as the unexpected wave of joy spread across him. A grin flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick coke : level one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The remains of the tunica was no protective covering. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, beads of perspiration gap across his thorax 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 grip of the 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 interest, and lustfulness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whiplash, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingers of her early hand. `` Lets see what you think of degree two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with stratum two neuronic. Three ready black eye, across his spinal column, arse and legs. His body was wracked with spasms. to a greater extent sweating was evident.

He rotated back again. His centre were dull, he could n't drive much 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 human knee in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the touch sensation of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and taste perception of the smooth operose penis in her oral fissure. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy policeman 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, adieu, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual Stoicism, that argument betrayed little emotion. The entire servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then adjacent blast should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her kitty-cat. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate might of life or death over Travis. She had a conclusion she had to throw. To shoot down him or not, her pussy 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, loose of his bonds. Emergency lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whiplash in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly free his Stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the scourge and desperation in his centre, and a thrill ran through her snatch ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the room access. With an malevolent yakety-yak she loped after the fleeing space commander, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daytime and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip 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 building was an unsufferable bounce, the primer coat twenty stories below him.

Their eyes met. The abject terror in Travis'oculus was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to build the next construction. His scream as he fell played over her kitty and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her middle, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefit of this technology. She was going to stimulate to use that scenario again. Travis was not utterly, as the machines had pursued their ground directive. very much of the final fit was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation whole. It was no less tangible to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her sufficiency to let her vote out him. He kept stoically coming back for more .