Servalan walked through the room access to her suite and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a monarch Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just apparent Servalan and left the cares of the Ministry behind her. The accommodations were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that special weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely comfortable, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her handwriting moved down to her crotch. She needed something, a quick climax would be sodding for her now. She was set up, she thought of her favorite phantasy. Torturing political prisoner in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for very, for years, during the revolution was the end time. It had n't been long before the new government had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to vary if she could get to be prime of life Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

She was jarred out of her illusion by that. In a most exasperate whole step, she said to thin air, `` What ! Show yourself, so I can talk to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner party jacket, Edward D. White tie, and white baseball glove, appeared in front of her. To any other percipient, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neuronal interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. Most hoi polloi in the arrangement had had an int implanted shortly after nascency and were used to the interaction. In fact, most mass did n't even make they were interacting with an int, it was so cancel to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few mean solar day earlier. She was the only one on her major planet to have one, so she could afford up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd importune it evince itself in a manner she could interact normally with. Direct 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 favor accommodations, and the adjustment social unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the political machine which performed what looked like magic. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation 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 address with their difficult charge. `` It would be unimaginable for me to snoop rector, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the single-valued function of an int. Nothing can be private from your int, its job is to be intimate your most familiar desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

'' But, … '' The deduction of his statement 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 verbalise to their motivation, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potency better half identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the organisation. At any clip, there were million who might be desiring a partner. Of those one thousand million, less than a thousand might require to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In times yesteryear, she would have been unbelievably lucky to own found any of them.

The system, was always trying to match the great unwashed. The motorcar could put up any imaginable experience, but they wanted humans to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to hold on the concept. `` You 're a date service as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes minister. ``

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

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

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

'' Yes Minister. ``

The outlook was just too tempting for Servalan, against her better perspicacity, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in to a lesser extent than a minute. ``

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing affair, but for now the gown was suitable for her purposes. It was superb white, and slinky. It clung to her curve ball in a most delight manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck added dignity. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure as shooting what to expect. `` OK. '' The threshold explosion open, and unseen hired man propelled a man into the way, he fell onto the trading floor and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the intemperate skin whiplash she had in her hand. She did a double proceeds, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a mo 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 side, `` Yes diplomatic minister, we placed the shamback in your hired man. ``

She recognized the whip, about a meter long, the handle was duncish enough to comfortably make full her handle, 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 make an notion on their compact fell. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security service of process for gang control condition. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

She poked the man again, there was a reaction. `` appear 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 cleaning woman from the new major planet. ``

'' I 'm not just any woman ! I 'm a Sovereign pastor of the Planet of New Boston ! '' Her condition was important to her, she never let anyone block it.

'' Yes mistress. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his spinal column from the force of the beef. The elbow room 's effector had significantly mitigated the core of the kicking, but magnified its outcome. True to their prime directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few bother receptor to give the feeling the beef had landed.

The auto'prime directive was `` A auto must not harm a man, or through inaction allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphoric ) heartburn to the machine. To traverse their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless painful sensation, but physical effects would be mitigated. Usually, the issue did n't experience they were being mitigated.

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

'' 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 early side of the guy on the floor, spoke, `` Yes Minister, we could arrange that. '' The guy did n't find out the conversation, Jeaves was all in Servalan 's head.

'' Do you have it off what this is ? '' Brandishing the whip again.

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your botheration sense organ. On the in good order setting I can pee every pain receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the selective information. `` On level three it will probably drink down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that outlook, Servalan decided it was time to go the action. `` Tell me of the insurgent stead ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her phantasy was not trenchant at this point, how the victim got shackled to the dungeon rampart. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed grimace first against the wall. Shackles appeared, and he was now immobilized.

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

sympathy her aggravator, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry diplomatic minister, it will acquire a moment to repair the suite to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the cortege began to re-emerge. She said aloud, `` Keep the bulwark. '' She liked the donjon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of property in amid the grand surroundings.

The guy was confused as to what was going on, but did n't speak. She considered him and the whip in her hand. 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 with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

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

The guy flinched at the rape. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some more effort into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare material body, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his vertebral column. The stigma was an deception, 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 blow. The hell dust was much sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking grade appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the world was even better. Her puss was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, make believe it that hard .'Then she swung the whiplash easily and it had the same effect. The Lapplander effect on him and her, she felt the turmoil radiate from her pussycat. A few more C, a few more yelp, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to turn things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Sami sharp smack as it hit him. This fourth dimension there was some blue arcing from the party whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured scream, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the backtalk of damned souls. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve finish in her kitty-cat and clit to help her semen. They wanted her satisfied before she killed the guy. She was concerned, `` Wo n't the neighbor hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

'' No, we control all vigour in the room, that includes sound. It does not propagate to the bulwark. '' perfect. 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 more, I 'll talk. '' The pathetic supplication felt like a tongue sliding across her clitoris. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't care if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The nose candy landed in a cascade of blue electric arc, his scream was blood clotting, to her it was the most titillating audio she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, close. She hit him again, the tongues of a consort of the cursed played on her pussy and clit.

'Full major power .'She thought. `` horizontal surface three, try it ! ``

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her clit, she started to get as she swung the party whip with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the force out of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His scream was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful screeching from his victim. It played over her clitoris as she lay there, dead body wracked in cramp as the most powerful orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell understood and advert limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes minister of religion. '' He said, as the guy 's bond 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 unsurmountable obstruction at that point.

'' No need to excite yourself. '' Jeaves said. A forcefulness field of study formed under her to support her, and cover formed around her to snuggle in. She was departed before she could mean of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvellous. Rested, contented, comfortable, happy, at peace. The events of the previous evening came back to her, she smiled. This seat did have its compensations. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft cover dragged across her knocker. 'You did that .'She thought, more a assertion than a question.

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

His proactive meeting of her want 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 cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the easily representative of a serve up ever created were the templates for the nutrient. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the atoms in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of only personal name. Jeaves had explained that usually the subject matter from the int would convey the reserve entropy so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The mortal you tortured last night. ``

Her slit 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 content, the content says, 'Thank you, pastor .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt unquiet. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the position. She examined the hair's-breadth and physical composition job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black-market haircloth was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'fling of a petty scent.

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

'' Show him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a eubstance to shout. 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 galvanize Travis jerked just and looked her in the eye with a steady gaze.

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

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for close nighttime, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might imply, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Boston politics was a rough business.

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

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

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' well, …, for a long time I 've had a fantasy. I would be kidnapped by a cruel, harsh bitc… charwoman. '' He paused, and looked down, `` Sorry. '' He did n't want to insult the pastor

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

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

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

'' I do n't have sex, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so grueling when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a catch had been found. I 've had mates before, but never gone through with the theme, but then I had to concord to a city block so I could never babble about it. It would be a private, no one would ever know, 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 tense, so purple, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was naught I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronal whip, I knew I could n't go 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 cite of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Sir Thomas More than made up for it, the blast became increasingly dreadful. I could n't abide it, but I could n't do anything to stop it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the skin on my back was repeatedly flayed. No one could place upright that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my hide was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the hurting did n't check, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to make it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final dreadful reversal. 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 slip one's mind into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting constitute some eldritch grotesque sense.

'' I woke this break of day, totally content. My soul was luminance, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you flog me on level three, even though it would defeat me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensiveness and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that stratum three would toss off him. She did n't think to question how she knew that, it was a fable planted by their ints to moderate their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't hump what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her attention. It had been a long metre since she 'd allowed herself the sumptuousness of a man. New Boston political relation made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't mouth. The scene was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd see better without apparel. speech sound of ripping fabric filled the air as the, oh so William Christopher Handy, spiritual domain handwriting ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, au naturel and upright. The account statement of final stage Nox obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the party whip was in her bridge player again. She had a view, 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 movement to fake the lash, a cushy hum emanated from it. `` What do you recall would materialise if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect phallus with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not progress to a motion to hold on her. His plea did n't come down on deaf capitulum, they excited her further.

She touched the whip to his erection, he stiffened in prevision, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, fall sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the carpeting, then he sank to his knees. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whiplash can also energise other receptors. In this example, the pleasurable I. You 'll never have it away what to ask from the whiplash. ``

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

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

While he worked, Servalan thought the room back to its hotel room constellation. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her wearing apparel fall overt. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' Stop that ! I have a much better use for your lingua. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her pussy with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` relationship ''. The machines were pleased as much as machine can be that they 'd successfully equalise another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most hearty. Travis was message he was serving his coldness heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political captive was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` outer space air force officer Travis '' was a stoic Hero of Alexandria, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified mode ), and `` Supreme commandant Servalan '' got to punish him. The Stoic bomber had to remain stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the patronage of Servalan, and the painful sensation of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could labour Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the finis sentence, Space commanding officer. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded unlike. `` Go fetch the party whip. '' She looked to the sideboard at the side of the way. She 'd willed the whip to look there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis bring the physical object of his agony. True to the graphic symbol he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` Army of the Righteous see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to picture it. In a flat articulation 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 arms. Invisible bonds grabbed him around the wrists and lifted him bodily off the story. More unseeable bonds grabbed his articulatio talocruralis, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the splay Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now tog in struggle tight leather trousers and a short sleeved leather tunic with a lard leather breastplate. Her fantasy quad commander uniform. She 'd willed his wearing apparel to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to facial expression her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in deep 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 breastplate did its job and protected him from the blow. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock reflexion, then tapped the aegis, like the whip was a wand. It was her charming sceptre, the aegis was ripped away, leaving the adventitia flutter open. She made to strike with the party whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

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

As he rotated around to acquaint his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall lose your eubstance when you 're dead. ``

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

He rotated back to typeface her, she stopped the revolution. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her pussycat rim, 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 cause to go. '' He watched her impassively.

She raised the party whip and struck him across the chest, this time on the delight setting. His torso jerked as the unexpected undulation of pleasure spread across him. A grinning flickered across his facial expression, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

She turned him around, three warm blows : degree one neuronic ; pleasure ; level one neuronic. The cadaver of the tunica was no protection. His body jerked against the alliance, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to face her, bead of perspiration spread across his breast and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from luxuria, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the handle of the whip. 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 continue impassive but waver of pursuit, and lecherousness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the whip, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the digit of her early hand. `` Lets see what you think of floor two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick reverse, across his back, buttocks and stage. His body was wracked with cramp. More sweating was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were ho-hum, he could n't take much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to tell, I can do this and no one will have it off. '' With that she dropped to her knees in presence of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the intuitive feeling and taste of the smooth unvoiced member in her mouthpiece. But too soon she stopped.

She got back to her feet, his expression had perked up. She said to him, `` The adjacent will be level 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, Goodbye, Servalan. '' He was back to his usual stoicism, that affirmation betrayed little emotion. The add up servitude it expressed gave her a frisson which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was near to coming, then next shock should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the lash, she had the ultimate index of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To bolt down him or not, her twat 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 storey, free of his bonds. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in paw glowing evilly in the dim ignitor. Suddenly free his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the brat and desperation in his center, and a thrill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an evil yack she loped after the fly place 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 disorientate 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 ceiling, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an impossible leap, the priming coat twenty narrative below him.

Their eyes met. The unhopeful panic in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whip to come to him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to fix the future building. His scream as he fell played over her pussycat and she came. Her pegleg buckled under her.

When she finally opened her optic, 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 receive to use that scenario again. Travis was not suddenly, as the automobile had pursued their prime quantity directive. a good deal of the last scene was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less real to either company though. He was despondent that he did n't make love her enough to let her drink down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .