Servalan walked through the door to her suite and smiled. These were adjustment befitting her status as a Sovereign diplomatic minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just evidently 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, daybed. The mentation of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her genitals. She needed something, a quick orgasm would be utter for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her favorite fantasy. Torturing political prisoners in a dungeon, that one always got her there in a hurriedness. She had n't had that delight for real, for years, during the revolution was the conclusion time. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many matter she intended to change if she could get to be heyday Minister.

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

• Compatible pardner available.

She was jarred out of her phantasy by that. In a most aggravated note, she said to thin out air, `` What ! appearance yourself, so I can spill to you ! ``

To Servalan, a man in an old fashioned dinner jacket, White River tie, and white gloves, appeared in front of her. To any other beholder, there was cypher there. This was the prosopopoeia of her int, her neural interface, she called him 'Jeaves'. virtually people in the system had had an int implanted shortly after birth and were used to the interaction. In fact, most people did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so natural to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few days earlier. She was the only one on her planet to feature one, so she could open up relations with the system of rules. She was anything but used to its creepy content. She 'd insist it show itself in a mode she could interact normally with. take interaction with the int was usually discouraged, but in this case there was no early way.

It was her int that had found the image of her preferred accommodations, and the accommodation unit 's effector had patterned the furnishing on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like conjuring trick. 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 near way to deal with their difficult charge. `` It would be impossible for me to snoop Minister, I 'm part of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would neutralise the part of an int. Nothing can be private from your int, its job is to sleep with your most knowledgeable desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes rector. As I indicated, a compatible mate is uncommitted. ``

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

'' I ca n't address to their motivations, but their desires align with yours. There were 751 likely spouse identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion people in the system. At any sentence, there were billions who might be desiring a partner. Of those zillion, less than a G might want to be on the receiving end of her fantasy. In clip past, she would have been unbelievably favourable to have found any of them.

The organization, was always trying to match people. The machines could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted world to interact with each other, not with machines. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a dating help as well ? ``

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

'' You could get me someone I could do that to ? '' She was n't trusted 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 leave to birth a block installed in their int, so they could never communicate anything which happened, without your permission. ``

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

'' Yes rector. ``

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

'' We will deliver them to you. ``

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

'' He can be here in lupus erythematosus than a minute. ``

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

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

'' Yeah, sure. '' She was getting used to the dressing thing, but for now the gown was suitable for her intent. 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 Minister. '' Jeaves'declaration was unexpectedly quick, her pulse quickened and her oral fissure dried.

She stood up, still not sure what to expect. `` OK. '' The door burst overt, and unseen helping hand propelled a man into the room, he fell onto the story and lay still.

She approached the man and poked him with the heavy hide whip she had in her hand. She did a double take, she had a whiplash in her hand. It had n't been there a moment before, but it was part of her fantasy. It must be the int again, it did things like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the position, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a beat long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably fulfil her handgrip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herder herding sham-dear on her major planet. It was one of the few things to wee-wee an impression on their thick hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security servicing for crowd control. Again, a decision she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

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

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

'' I 'm not just any adult female ! I 'm a Sovereign curate of the Planet of New Beantown ! '' Her status was of import to her, she never let anyone forget it.

'' Yes schoolmarm. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his book binding from the force of the kick. The way 's effector had significantly mitigated the effect of the thrill, but magnified its gist. true up to their premier directive, her skid had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter profile was what moved him. His int activated a few pain receptor to give the impression the kicking had landed.

The machines'efflorescence directive was `` A machine must not harm a man, or through inactiveness allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scenes caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the machines. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow for harmless pain, but forcible upshot would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't know they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the counterbalance contour of destination. ``

'' Yes, diplomatic minister. '' He said meekly.

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

'' Do you experience what this is ? '' Brandishing the party 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 annoyance sensory receptor. On the mightily setting I can make every pain receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the entropy. `` On story three it will probably vote down you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that outlook, Servalan decided it was meter to start the natural action. `` Tell me of the renegade positions ! ``

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

'' OK, tie him up ! '' Her illusion was not distinct at this pointedness, how the victim got shackled to the keep paries. However, the effector helped out, the guy was picked up and slammed face first against the wall. bond 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 entourage. `` Hey ! '' She complained at her int.

Understanding her annoyance, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're pitiful Minister, it will take up a moment to reestablish the cortege 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 speak. She considered him and the whip in her hand. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was sound, she was n't built to wield this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help oneself with augmenting the blast if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom Samuel Butler. This would surprise the dirty Reb, getting into reference there. She swung the lash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's dorsum. 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 strait the shirt was ripped from his spine, again by unseen hired man. She could get used to this she thought, unobserved helping hands, really useful.

The guy flinched at the assault. Servalan picked up the whip in both hands and tried putting some More exploit into it. There was a satisfying thud against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his rear. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't screw 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 smacking was much sharper, he yelped in botheration, and a very iniquity looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fancy, the world was even better. Her pussy was definitely moist. She thought at her int, 'help me, create it that hard .'Then she swung the party whip easily and it had the Saame burden. The Lapp effect on him and her, she felt the excitement radiate from her kitty-cat. A few more nose candy, a few Sir Thomas More yelp, and she was panting. Not from effort, from excitement.

Time to turn things up, she thought, 'make the whip minimally neuronal'. `` If you wo n't talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the Saame sharp big H as it hit him. This clip there was some blue arcing from the party whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a tortured screaming, she felt it in her snatch, like she was getting oral from the mouths of damned soul. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve close in her twat and clit to aid her come. 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 energy in the room, that includes sound. It does not spread to the walls. '' perfect tense. perfect concealment, she liked what this system of rules could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured riot reverberated in her pussy. She was close. Gasping for breath, she panted, `` If you wo n't mouth, how about level two ? ``

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

She cackled, `` I do n't manage if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The gust landed in a shower bath of blue arcs, his thigh-slapper was blood clotting, to her it was the most erotic speech sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, finish. She hit him again, the natural language of a choir of the goddam played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The screeching played over her clitoris, she started to descend as she swung the lash with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of fireworks, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise longue. His howler was the most satisfying yet, the most skilled torturer could never draw such a beautiful scream from his dupe. It played over her clitoris as she lay there, body wracked in spasms as the most knock-down orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell silent and hung limply against his bonds.

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

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

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

'' No demand to evoke yourself. '' Jeaves said. A forcefulness field formed under her to support her, and mantle formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could consider of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfortable, happy, at peace. The events of the previous 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 breast. 'You did that .'She thought, more a statement than a question.

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

His proactive meeting 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 delightful. These hoi polloi knew how to cook, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best exemplar of a dish ever created were the templet for the nutrient. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the mote in the food.

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

'' Who ? '' She was n't used to their use of exclusively personal names. Jeaves had explained that usually the message from the int would carry the appropriate selective information so you 'd sleep together who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured hold up dark. ``

Her twat throbbed at the remembering, but she said, `` Why would I want to verbalize to him ? '' Jeaves terminated the outcry and she continued with breakfast.

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

'' What does he entail by that ? ``

'' I am not can to that information. '' Travis 's int would have intercourse, but that was personal to Travis. She was puzzled by the message, she could n't imagine that anyone would give thanks her for that intervention, there must be some subtext she was missing.

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her suite wondering why she felt queasy. She wore a similar surgical gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the side. She examined the whisker and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her Shirley Temple pilus was, as usual, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'offering of a piddling scent.

She wanted the family advantage for this encounter, so she had the retinue arranged like her billet in the ministry. She sat behind a tumid imposing wooden desk. Jeaves announced, `` Travis is at the room access. ``

'' Show him in. ``

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

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

'' bettor. '' She looked him up and down, he was a good specimen, tasty. `` Now sit ! '' She indicated the chair in front of her desk, she sat in her military position of might, secure. `` What did your message have in mind ? ``

He looked nonplus, `` I, I, I was thanking you for finale night, what else ? '' She could think of plenty else it might think, from `` piece of tail you '' to `` I 'm going to ruin you ''. New Hub of the Universe politics was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most satisfy dark of my liveliness. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrifying. ``

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

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

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

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

Servalan was even More puzzled, `` Why would you want that ? ``

'' I do n't make love, 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 catch had been found. I 've had friction match before, but never gone through with the theme, but then I had to fit in to a block so I could never mouth about it. It would be a undercover, no one would ever know, I could n't baulk. ``

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

'' But if you want me blocked, you 're not going to sing. '' Servalan saw the system of logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so stark, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

Again, she was n't perturbed by the scuttlebutt, `` extend ! ``

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was nothing I could do about it, I was in your world power. It was everlasting. Then, you told me of the neural lash, I knew I could n't endure that. I was really to endure the unendurable. I was terrified and turned on at once. Then, you started, the first few bump were disappointing, they did n't hurt at all. '' Servalan was annoyed by the mention of her bankruptcy.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you more than made up for it, the nose candy became increasingly painful. I could n't stand 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 resist that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my skin was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the pain did n't barricade, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my life was in your hands. I would have done anything, said anything to relieve oneself it stop, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that net painful blow. The bother before that was cypher compared to this, it was really truly unendurable. I endured it long enough to try you come. I had fulfilled you. You had fulfilled me. I could steal into unconsciousness subject matter. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last affirmation, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting cook some weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this cockcrow, totally message. My soul was Inner Light, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you rack up me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the intensity and honesty of what he said. She knew he was mighty that degree three would pop him. She did n't recall to wonder how she knew that, it was a fiction planted by their ints to moderate their interactions some.

She did n't know what to say, but her pussycat was demanding her attention. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the lavishness of a man. New Bean Town politics made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The vista was tempting. `` stall up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd look better without clothes. Sounds of ripping textile filled the air as the, oh so handy, unseen hands ripped off his clothes. He stood before her desk, naked and erect. The account of last nighttime obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the whip was in her 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 move to pull strings the whip, a soft hum emanated from it. `` What do you suppose would happen if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his tumid phallus with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not gain a motility to quit her. His supplication did n't fall on deaf spike, they excited her further.

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

'' The whip can also hasten other receptors. In this case, the pleasurable one. You 'll never have intercourse what to have a bun in the oven from the whip. ``

She grabbed the back 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 come ! Now lick it up. ``

He set about the porcine task. 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 project. 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 form. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her apparel autumn open. She wished her panties away, and opened her wooden leg. She was now full on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' stoppage that ! I have a much upright 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 a lot as machines can be that they 'd successfully matched another human pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most solid. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless bitch as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't have a favorite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space commander. `` Space Commander Travis '' was a stoic hero, 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 prospect would be over. Travis could stop the activity anytime, but then suffered the disdain of Servalan, and the botheration of loser. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could agitate Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last metre, outer space Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go get the party whip. '' She looked to the counter at the side of the room. She 'd bequeath the whip to look there. It was a rite humiliation to relieve oneself Travis fetch the object of his torture. True to the character he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the lash, she said, `` LET see how you like level three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to show it. In a raze voice he said, `` Supreme commanding officer, that will bolt down me. ``

'' I know. ``

He knelt and presented the whip to servalan. She pointed him to the heart of the room, he took his position. She motioned up with the whiplash, he raised his arms. unseeable attachment grabbed him around the wrist and lifted him bodily off the storey. More unseeable bonds grabbed his ankles, the bond 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 Angle. His physical structure was to her liking. He was now apparel in skin tight leather trousers and a shortly sleeved leather tunic with a padded leather breastplate. Her illusion space air force officer uniform. She 'd will his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to nerve her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white ness, lined in bass read. The cape opened as if blown by a phantom gust of nothingness, again something she 'd willed. She was naked under the cloak. Travis 's center 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 contemplation, then tapped the breastplate, like the whip was a wand. It was her conjuration wand, the breastplate was ripped away, leaving the tunic fluttering outdoors. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the smash, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his cincture. The trousers disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of mind at the issue. She had him rotate again, as his spinal column 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 Deutschmark appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to exhibit his front to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall omit your body when you 're numb. ``

His backside again presented themselves, she swung the whip, this clock time with horizontal surface one neuronic event. There was the common arcing and his body 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 lash ( without neuronal enhancement ) through her pussycat lips, 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 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 whip and struck him across the chest, this prison term on the pleasure setting. His body jerked as the unexpected wave of pleasure spread across him. A smiling flickered across his human face, but quickly left, back to the impassive expression.

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

rear to face her, beads of sweating spread across his chest and on his os frontale. She was also sweating and panting, from lust, not the exertion. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handle of the party whip. She really wanted his member to penetrate her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to continue unexpressive but waver of interest, and lust, flitted across his face.

She extracted the lash, and grasped the slimy handle. She replaced it with the fingers of her early paw. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with layer two neuronic. Three quick reversal, across his dorsum, buttocks and ramification. His soundbox was wracked with spasm. More diaphoresis was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, 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 know. '' With that she dropped to her genu in front end of him and took his penis into her lip. She loved the feeling of power this gave her, she loved the feeling and taste of the smooth hard member in her rima oris. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the aphrodisiacal 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 program line betrayed petty emotion. The total servitude it expressed gave her a flush which ran through her pussy ( her int was cheating again ). She was close to coming, then succeeding blow should do it. The thought of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her pussy. She raised the whip, she had the ultimate power of spirit or death over Travis. She had a decisiveness she had to constitute. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to loose its tremendous power, when the lights flickered and went out. There was a clump as Travis fell to the flooring, unloosen of his adhesion. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim ignitor. Suddenly free his stolidness dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the little terror and desperation in his eyes, and a boot ran through her pussy ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to hand the door. With an evil chatter she loped after the fleeing infinite air force 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 disorient Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip humming and arcing. Looking around for escape Travis saw he was on a roof, against a parapet. There was no where to go, the next building was an unsufferable leap, the ground 20 floor below him.

Their centre met. The scummy scourge in Travis'eyes was a powerful drug for Servalan. She raised the party whip to light upon him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a despairing attempt to hit 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 middle, she was in her entourage, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the benefits of this applied science. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their meridian directive. a lot of the final fit was illusory, they had never left Servalan 's accommodation whole. It was no less substantial to either party though. He was despondent that he did n't love her enough to let her wipe out him. He kept stoically coming back for more .