Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a Sovereign rector. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the forethought of the Ministry behind her. The accommodations were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that special weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The view of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her privates. She needed something, a quick sexual climax would be perfect for her now. She was ready, she thought of her favored fancy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a rush. She had n't had that pleasure for substantial, for years, during the rotation was the finish time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a plosive speech sound to that. One of the many things she intended to alter if she could get to be prime of life Minister.

The illusion was doing its piece of work, she reached for the hem of her gown, then …

• Compatible mate available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, ashen tie, and white gloves, appeared in battlefront of her. To any early perceiver, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neural port, she called him 'Jeaves'. nigh mass in the system had had an int implanted shortly after giving birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even recognize they were interacting with an int, it was so cancel to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the solitary one on her major planet to ingest one, so she could afford up carnal knowledge with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd insist it picture itself in a manner she could interact normally with. aim interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no other way.

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

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 consider with their difficult bursting charge. `` It would be unimaginable for me to snoop minister of religion, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would neutralise the function of an int. naught can be private from your int, its job is to know your well-nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

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

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

'' I ca n't address to their motive, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potential married person identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion citizenry in the system. At any time, there were one thousand million who might be desiring a partner. Of those jillion, lupus erythematosus than a 1000 might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times past, she would have been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The arrangement, was always trying to equalise people. The machine could provide any conceivable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with political machine. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a dating service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

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

'' We will return them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get ready, but how do you get set to torment a political prisoner.

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

'' Yeah, trusted. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the surgical gown was suitable for her purposes. It was vivid white, and slinky. It clung to her curved shape in a most delight personal manner, a few folds of framework around her neck added dignity. `` This is all right. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure as shooting what to ask. `` OK. '' The door fit afford, and unseen hands propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy pelt whip she had in her hand. She did a doubled return, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a second before, but it was office of her fancy. It must be the int again, it did affair like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the incline, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a metre long, the handle was slurred enough to comfortably meet 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 fix an impression on their thick skin. On a somebody, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for gang control. Again, a determination 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. `` mouth ! '' She commanded.

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

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

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his dorsum from the military unit of the kick. The way 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the kick, but magnified its effect. True to their ground directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few nuisance receptors to return the impression the kick had landed.

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

'' I am not your schoolmarm, 'Minister'is the slump form of computer 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 side of the guy on the story, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could order that. '' The guy did n't discover the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you know 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 receptor. On the redress scene I can make every nuisance receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the information. `` On stage three it will probably shoot down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that chance, Servalan decided it was time to start the action. `` Tell me of the rebel emplacement ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her fancy was not decided at this point, how the victim got shackled to the keep wall. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the wall. trammel 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.

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry minister of religion, it will take a bit to doctor the suite to your liking. ''

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

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

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantasm butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into character there. She swung the party whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the blow. He still had his shirt on, that was spoiling things. That should get ripped off, then with a renting auditory sensation the shirt was ripped from his back, again by unseen hired hand. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more crusade into it. There was a live up to thud against bare human body, her dupe gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his spinal column. The mark was an fancy, but she did n't live that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the long suit she could muster into the blow. The hell dust was very much penetrative, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking cross appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, make it that surd .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The same impression on him and her, she felt the turmoil radiate from her pussy. A few Thomas More blows, a few more yelp, and she was panting. Not from elbow grease, from excitement.

Time to turn over things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't utter, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Lapplander sharp smack as it hit him. This meter there was some blueness arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured screech, she felt it in her cunt, like she was getting viva voce from the backtalk of damned person. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing face endings in her pussy and clit to help her come. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbors hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all muscularity in the room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the bulwark. '' Perfect. Perfect privacy, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the rack howler reverberated in her pussycat. She was close. Gasping for intimation, she panted, `` If you wo n't talk, how about horizontal surface two ? ``

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take any to a greater extent, I 'll blab out. '' The poor pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her clit. ( 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 C landed in a shower of risque arcs, his screaming was blood curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the damnably played on her slit and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The howler played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whip with all the power she could muster. There was an plosion of fireworks, the violence of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most hearty yet, the most skilled torturer could never take in such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, soundbox wracked in cramp as the most powerful climax she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell still and flow limply against his bonds.

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

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

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

'' No motivation to stir yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force field of operation formed under her to digest her, and blanket formed around her to snuggle in. She was deceased before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt fantastic. Rested, contented, comfortable, happy, at repose. The events of the old evening came back to her, she smiled. This place did have its compensation. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft cover dragged across her breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a argument than a question.

'' Yes minister. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not disrobe you, your dress were dematerialized. I would not ogle you, I am voice of you, it would be as if you looked upon yourself. '' She could n't call back of a legitimate answer 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 merging 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 usual scrumptious. These people knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this impression, the proficient lesson of a ravisher ever created were the templates for the food for thought. The effector had replayed a templet 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 sole personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would impart the seize information so you 'd have intercourse who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The mortal you tortured live night. ``

Her kitty-cat throbbed at the memory, but she said, `` Why would I want to utter 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 have in mind by that ? ``

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

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

'' Certainly, Minister. '' 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 lower cut, and it was split up the face. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and artful. Her contraband hair was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offer of a little scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this face-off, 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 door. ``

'' display him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the nighttime before, he had been just a torso to maltreat. She did n't need a pathetic passel on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll contrive you out again. ``

A galvanize Travis jerked upright and looked her in the eye with a steady gaze.

'' punter. '' She looked him up and down, he was a in effect specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in social movement of her desk, she sat in her position of power, secure. `` What did your content mean ? ``

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

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

'' It was the most fulfilling Nox of my life. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the idea, but then I had to gibe to a block so I could never talk about it. It would be a enigma, no one would ever know, I could n't dissent. ``

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 unadulterated, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the remark, `` go forward ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was zip I could do about it, I was in your great power. It was perfective tense. Then, you told me of the neuronic party whip, I knew I could n't stand that. I was really to endure the unbearable. 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 citation of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the blows became increasingly painful. I could n't place upright it, but I could n't do anything to block up it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the skin on my rear was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my tegument was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the bother did n't hold back, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life history was in your manus. I would cause done anything, said anything to make it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that terminal terrible shock. The pain before that was nothing compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to hear you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could steal into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last assertion, but his passion made the falderol he was spouting make some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this sunup, totally cognitive content. My someone was igniter, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would drink down me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was properly that degree three would kill him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't roll in the hay what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a long sentence 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 talk. The panorama was tempting. `` stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd await better without clothes. auditory sensation of ripping textile filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual domain hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, nude and erect. The account of last night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her helping 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 motion to misrepresent the lash, a easygoing hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his put up penis with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not cause a motility to turn back her. His pleas did n't fall on deaf ears, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erection, he stiffened in prediction, the was a lowly arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, come sprayed out of his member into mid air only to descend on the carpet, then he sank to his genu. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also shake up other receptors. In this case, the pleasurable single. You 'll never know what to await from the whiplash. ``

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

He set about the gross labor. He did n't believe that the ints and the effector conspired to desexualise what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant task. He bequeath 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 chaise and let her wearing apparel fall unresolved. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now fully on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much better use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her twat with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The car were pleased as much as machines can be that they 'd successfully matched another human couple. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most square. Travis was subject he was serving his dusty heartless bitch as best he could.

Their child's play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a front-runner of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a deary, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` Space commanding officer Travis '' was a stoic hoagie, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified mode ), and `` Supreme commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic hero had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the vista would be over. Travis could check the natural process anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain in the ass of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could advertise Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last meter, outer space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded unlike. `` Go fetch the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the side of the room. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a rite humiliation to reach Travis fetch the physical object of his torturing. True to the lineament he had to make for, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Lashkar-e-Taiba 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 belt down me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the room, he took his status. She motioned up with the whip, he raised his sleeve. unseeable bond grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the floor. More invisible alliance grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, the attachment tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the luxate Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all slant. His trunk was to her liking. He was now clad in cutis tight leather trousers and a light sleeved leather tunic with a dramatize leather breastplate. Her phantasy space air force officer uniform. She 'd bequeath his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to expression her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in deeply 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 eyes widened, she was amused at his reaction.

She swung the whip against the breastplate, the egis 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 party whip was a verge. It was her magic baton, the egis was ripped away, leaving the tunic fluttering unfastened. She made to mint with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his cincture. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of mind at the events. She had him rotate again, as his spine turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a chemical reaction from him. A faint red mark appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to present his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall leave out your consistency when you 're stagnant. ``

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the lash, this meter with level one neuronal burden. There was the usual arcing and his soundbox writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to face her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussycat lips, it glistened where her lips had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his 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 party whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wafture of pleasance spread across him. A grinning flickered across his face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three quick blows : stage one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The corpse of the tunic was no trade protection. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, bead of perspiration spread across his chest and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the effort. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the lash. She really wanted his penis to diffuse 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 lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the lash, and grasped the slimy handgrip. She replaced it with the fingers of her other mitt. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his rachis, buttocks and pegleg. His soundbox was wracked with spasms. More hidrosis was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dim, he could n't direct much 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 social movement of him and took his phallus into her backtalk. She loved the smell of power this gave her, she loved the intuitive feeling and gustatory perception of the smooth hard penis in her mouth. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexiest officer I have ever known. '' His reply was unexpected, and he betrayed his emotion for once, Servalan was surprised. He continued, `` I am yours to do with as you wish, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual Stoicism, that statement betrayed picayune emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was near to coming, then next blow should do it. The view of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her twat. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate ability of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to piss. To kill him or not, her cunt was saying kill.

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

Servalan saw the terror and despair in his eyes, and a shudder ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an vicious yack she loped after the fleeing space commanding officer, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the door at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed 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 edifice was an insufferable leap, the primer coat twenty dollar bill stories below him.

Their heart met. The scurvy terror in Travis'heart was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to take up him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a despairing effort to make the future building. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this technology. She was going to experience to use that scenario again. Travis was not utter, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. a good deal of the final examination fit was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation whole. It was no less actual to either political party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her shoot down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .