Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her condition as a Sovereign government minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just champaign Servalan and left the aid of the Ministry behind her. The accommodation were still to her liking, they reminded her of the hotel she stayed at for that especial weekend.

She lay back on the elegantly upholstered, exquisitely well-situated, chaise. The thought of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her private parts. She needed something, a quick sexual climax would be perfect for her now. She was set up, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political prisoner in a donjon, that one always got her there in a rushing. She had n't had that pleasure for real, for geezerhood, during the rotation was the final time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many things she intended to change if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, Edward White tie, and Andrew Dickson White gloves, appeared in front of her. To any other observer, there was nothing there. This was the personification of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. near people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after nativity and were used to the interaction. In fact, nearly people did n't even see they were interacting with an int, it was so innate to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the only if one on her planet to have one, so she could open up up relations with the system. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd assert it show itself in a fashion she could interact normally with. Direct interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this font there was no other way.

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

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

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

Jeaves had an imperturbable demeanor. This was seen as the Charles Herbert Best way to manage with their difficult care. `` It would be unacceptable 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 belie the function of an int. Nothing can be individual from your int, its job is to sleep together your nearly familiar desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes curate. As I indicated, a compatible partner is uncommitted. ``

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

'' I ca n't talk to their motive, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 potentiality cooperator identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the organisation. At any meter, there were 1000000000 who might be desiring a partner. Of those billions, less than a thou might desire to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In prison term past, she would have been unbelievably favourable to feature found any of them.

The system, was always trying to equalize people. The political machine could cater any imaginable experience, but they wanted human race to interact with each early, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a see serving as well ? ``

'' We strive to carry through your every desire. Often that is achieved by matching compatible married person. ``

'' 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 word of this ever got out, it could ruin me. ``

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

'' You could warrant this would be a hidden ? ``

'' Yes Minister. ``

The prospect was just too tempting for Servalan, against her intimately legal opinion, she said, `` OK. How does this work now ? ``

'' We will pitch them to you. ``

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

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

'' Oh. '' She was surprised. She should get set up, but how do you get set up to torture a political captive.

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

'' Yeah, for sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the robe was suited for her role. It was brilliant white, and slinky. It clung to her curves in a most pleasing manner, a few folds of fabric around her neck added gravitas. `` This is fine. ``

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

She stood up, still not sure what to await. `` OK. '' The door burst open, and unobserved hands propelled a man into the elbow room, he fell onto the base and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy skin whip she had in her hand. She did a twofold take, she had a lash in her paw. It had n't been there a bit before, but it was office of her fantasy. 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 deal. ``

She recognized the party whip, about a meter long, the grip was deep 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 thing to gain an effect on their thick hide. On a individual, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for bunch ascendency. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you have it off who I am ? '' He nodded. `` Speak ! '' She commanded.

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

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

'' Yes schoolma'am. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his back from the force out of the kick. The room 's effecter had significantly mitigated the result of the kick, but magnified its event. 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 painfulness receptors to give the imprint the bang had landed.

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

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

'' Yes, parson. '' He said meekly.

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

'' Do you know what this is ? '' Brandishing the party whip again.

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

'' This is not just any whip, it's a 'neuronic whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the right mount I can nominate every hurting receptor in your eubstance fire. '' He digested the info. `` On level three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that medical prognosis, Servalan decided it was time to start the legal action. `` Tell me of the insurgent positions ! ``

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

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

It was then Servalan noticed the bulwark was the dirty wall of the donjon 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 parson, it will take a bit to regenerate the suite to your liking. ''

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

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

She smiled and nodded in recognition to the phantom butler. This would storm the dirty Reb, getting into quality there. She swung the party whip lightly, it thudded across the guy 's backbone. He hardly reacted to the reverse. 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 spinal column, again by spiritual domain hands. She could get used to this she thought, spiritual world helping manpower, really useful.

The guy flinched at the Assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both work force and tried putting some to a greater extent effort into it. There was a satisfying thumping against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red fool appeared across his back. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't know that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could muster into the blow. The smack was a lot shrill, he yelped in pain, and a very iniquity looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the world was even better. Her kitty-cat was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, relieve oneself it that arduous .'Then she swung the lash easily and it had the Same effect. The same effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her snatch. A few more gust, a few to a greater extent yelps, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to turn affair up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronic'. `` If you wo n't verbalize, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the like penetrating smack as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured thigh-slapper, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting viva from the mouths of cursedly soul. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve 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 neighbour hear ? '' She asked Jeaves who still appeared to her to be standing, unflappable, to her side.

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

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

He reacted, `` No, please, anything but that, I ca n't take on any Thomas More, I 'll babble. '' The pathetic pleas felt like a tongue sliding across her clit. ( 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 blow landed in a shower of blue air electric discharge, his scream was bloodline curdling, to her it was the most titillating speech sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, closing. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The scream played over her button, she started to hail as she swung the whip with all the force she could muster. There was an burst of firework, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His howler was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her clit as she lay there, eubstance wracked in muscle spasm as the most sinewy climax she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her dupe fell silent and fall limply against his bonds.

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

'' Yes Minister. '' He said, as the guy 's bonds disappeared, and the unobserved hired man 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 need to invoke yourself. '' Jeaves said. A military force field formed under her to endorse her, and blanket formed around her to cuddle in. She was asleep before she could think of a response. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfortable, glad, at peace. The upshot 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 blankets dragged across her bosom. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

'' Yes minister of religion. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an charge when he continued, `` I did not disinvest 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 think of a lucid response to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the shay. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall serve breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her penury and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would suffer asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual pleasant-tasting. These mass knew how to misrepresent, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best examples of a dishful ever created were the templates for the intellectual nourishment. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the atom 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 convey the capture data so you 'd know who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last nighttime. ``

Her kitty-cat throbbed at the memory, but she said, `` Why would I want to address to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the call and she continued with breakfast.

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

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

'' I am not privy to that info. '' Travis 's int would know, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the substance, she could n't opine that anyone would thank her for that treatment, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her cortege wondering why she felt unquiet. She wore a interchangeable gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side of meat. She examined the whisker and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously effective and disingenuous. Her black pilus was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'pass of a minuscule scent.

She wanted the plate reward for this encounter, so she had the suite arranged like her bureau in the ministry. She sat behind a large imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the doorway. ``

'' appearance him in. ``

Jeaves led in a rather uncertain looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a consistence to abuse. She did n't want a pathetic muckle on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw away you out again. ``

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

'' Better. '' She looked him up and down, he was a undecomposed specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in strawman of her desk, she sat in her placement of power, secure. `` What did your message stand for ? ``

He looked puzzled, `` I, I, I was thanking you for finale night, what else ? '' She could believe of plenty else it might think, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to break you ''. New capital of Massachusetts political relation was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most accomplish night of my life. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

'' Well, …, for a long 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 insult the Minister

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

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

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

'' I do n't know, but it always turns me on so practically when I think of it. I come so toilsome 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 approximation, but then I had to match to a pulley block so I could never lecture about it. It would be a hole-and-corner, 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 system of logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your bearing. You were just so perfect, so imperial, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was naught I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfective tense. Then, you told me of the neural whip, I knew I could n't stand that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the get-go few blows were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than than made up for it, the blows became increasingly painful. I could n't resist it, but I could n't do anything to block it. Then, you turned on the lash. That was truly ugly, like all the pelt on my cover was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my peel was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the annoyance did n't stop, 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 examination direful blast. The pain in the ass before that was zero compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to listen you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could splay into unconsciousness capacity. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the meaninglessness he was spouting produce some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally content. My soul was light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you strap me on point three, even though it would obliterate me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that level three would pour down him. She did n't consider to wonder how she knew that, it was a fabrication planted by their ints to chasten their interactions some.

She did n't live what to say, but her pussy was demanding her attention. It had been a foresighted 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 spill the beans. The medical prognosis was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without clothes. speech sound of ripping cloth filled the air as the, oh so handy, spiritual domain deal ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, defenseless and tumid. The account of terminal night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her hand again. She had a 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 motion to rig the whip, a voiced hum emanated from it. `` What do you think would come about 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 throw a motility to end her. His plea did n't fall on deaf ear, they excited her further.

She touched the party whip to his erection, he stiffened in anticipation, the was a belittled arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, issue forth sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to fall on the rug, then he sank to his articulatio genus. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also hasten other receptors. In this case, the pleasurable ace. You 'll never know what to expect from the whip. ``

She grabbed the back of his cervix and forced him face down into the carpet, where his cum was soaking into it. Literally rubbing his nose in it. `` I never said you could fall ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the gross task. He did n't think that the ints and the effector conspired to unsex what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant job. He uncoerced performed it at her behest, he was serious when he said he 'd do anything for her.

While he worked, Servalan thought the way back to its hotel room configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise longue and let her dress descent open. She wished her panties away, and opened her peg. 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 tongue. '' 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 simple machine can be that they 'd successfully match another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most comforting. Travis was content he was serving his frigid heartless bitch as best he could.

Their frolic evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a front-runner, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` infinite commanding officer Travis '' was a stoic poor boy, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified manner ), and `` Supreme air force officer Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic torpedo had to remain stoical throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the pain sensation of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could fight Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the live on time, quad air force officer. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded unlike. `` Go bring the whip. '' She looked to the buffet at the face of the room. She 'd willed the whip to come along there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to recreate, he did not sound off, he stayed deaf-and-dumb person. As he picked up the whip, she said, `` LET see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to bear witness it. In a level voice he said, `` Supreme Commander, that will vote down 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 coat of arms. unseeable bonds grabbed him around the wrist and lifted him bodily off the story. More invisible attachment grabbed his ankles, the alliance tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the lost Travis. She willed the turn out Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His body was to her liking. He was now clad in hide tight leather trousers and a short sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her fantasy space air force officer uniform. She 'd willed his dress to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her dress had changed as well. She was now clad in a ashen cape, lined in deep read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom blast of hint, 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 nose candy. He did n't oppose. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock rumination, then tapped the egis, like the party whip was a scepter. It was her magic baton, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the strike, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistcloth. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His erection betrayed his state of mind at the upshot. She had him revolve again, as his back turned to her, she swung playfully at his buttocks. He moved with the blow, and stiffened slightly. Not a great deal of a reaction from him. A syncope 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 drop your eubstance when you 're absolutely. ``

His buttocks again presented themselves, she swung the party whip, this clip with level one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his body writhed in torment. He did not cry out. `` layer one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to fount her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neural enhancement ) through her kitty back talk, it glistened where her rim had touched, it. She poked the tip of the whip inside her slightly, it came out wet. She held the tip up to his nozzle, 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 have to go. '' He watched her impassively.

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

She turned him around, three warm puff : point one neuronic ; pleasance ; level one neuronic. The remains of the adventitia was no protective cover. His body jerked against the bonds, writhing in annoyance and pleasure.

spine to grimace her, astragal of perspiration spread across his chest and on his frontal bone. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her slit with the hold of the whip. She really wanted his phallus 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 whip, and grasped the slimy handgrip. She replaced it with the fingerbreadth of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three agile blows, across his back, hindquarters and branch. His body was wracked with spasms. Thomas More perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were slow, he could n't conduct much more. `` Since you are n't going to be around to severalise, I can do this and no one will acknowledge. '' With that she dropped to her knee joint in front of him and took his phallus into her sass. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and gustatory perception of the bland hard penis in her back talk. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiac officer 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 instruction betrayed slight emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a flush which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was secretive to coming, then next reverse should do it. The thinking of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her cunt. She raised the whiplash, she had the ultimate top executive of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to make. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its dreadful tycoon, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, free of his bonds. pinch lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly unloosen his stolidness dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the room access.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his center, and a thrill ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to reach the door. With an wickedness cackle she loped after the fly space commandant, 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 alienated Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the party 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 insufferable spring, the ground twenty stories below him.

Their eyes met. The low-down scourge in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the whiplash to strike him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a desperate attempt to make the next edifice. His scream as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her legs buckled under her.

When she finally opened her center, she was in her suite, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this engineering. She was going to sustain to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the simple machine had pursued their prime directive. Much of the final picture was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation unit. It was no less real number to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't have it off her enough to let her bolt down him. He kept stoically coming back for more .