Servalan walked through the room access to her retinue and smiled. These were accommodations befitting her status as a monarch Minister. However, now she relaxed, she would be just plain Servalan and left the precaution 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 well-to-do, shay. The persuasion of that weekend stirred Servalan, her hand moved down to her fork. She needed something, a promptly orgasm would be perfect for her now. She was gear up, she thought of her favorite fancy. Torturing political captive in a keep, that one always got her there in a hurry. She had n't had that pleasure for real number, for long time, during the revolution was the net fourth dimension. It had n't been long before the new regime had put a stop to that. One of the many thing she intended to vary if she could get to be Prime Minister.

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

• Compatible partner available.

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

To Servalan, a man in an old fashion dinner jacket, albumen tie, and white mitt, appeared in social movement of her. To any other percipient, there was zip there. This was the personification of her int, her neuronic port, she called him 'Jeaves'. nigh people in the organisation had had an int implanted shortly after nascence and were used to the fundamental interaction. In fact, most the great unwashed did n't even realize they were interacting with an int, it was so cancel to them.

Servalan had only had hers implanted a few day earlier. She was the only one on her planet to take in one, so she could spread out up relations with the system of rules. She was anything but used to its creepy messages. She 'd take a firm stand it show itself in a style 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 paradigm of her favorite accommodations, and the fitting building block 's effecter had patterned the trappings on that. The effector was the machine which performed what looked like conjuration. It could do literally anything inside the accommodation unit of measurement.

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

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

Jeaves had an unflappable conduct. This was seen as the proficient way to deal with their unmanageable cathexis. `` It would be out of the question for me to snoop rector, I 'm region of you. ``

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

Jeaves, unusually, looked puzzled. `` That would negate the function of an int. Nothing can be buck private from your int, its job is to know your nigh intimate desires so they can be fulfilled. ``

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

'' Yes rector. As I indicated, a compatible partner is usable. ``

'' 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 potentiality partners identified, one has been selected as most compatible. '' There were somewhere around a thousand billion hoi polloi in the scheme. At any time, there were billions who might be desiring a pardner. Of those billions, to a lesser extent than a thousand might want to be on the receiving end of her fancy. In times past, she would feature been unbelievably lucky to have found any of them.

The system of rules, was always trying to match people. The political machine could provide any imaginable experience, but they wanted humankind to interact with each early, not with motorcar. She was trying to grasp the concept. `` You 're a dating serving as well ? ``

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

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

'' Yes parson. ``

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

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

'' You could ensure this would be a hugger-mugger ? ``

'' Yes diplomatic minister. ``

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

'' We will give birth them to you. ``

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

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

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

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

'' Yeah, surely. '' She was getting used to the dressing affair, but for now the gown was suited for her purposes. 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 pastor. '' Jeaves'declaration was unexpectedly warm, her beat quickened and her mouth dried.

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

She approached the man and poked him with the great skin whip she had in her hand. She did a double take, she had a whip in her hand. It had n't been there a bit before, but it was persona of her phantasy. It must be the int again, it did thing like that, she had n't gotten used to that. Jeaves chimed in from the incline, `` Yes Minister, we placed the shamback in your hand. ``

She recognized the whip, about a measure long, the handle was thick enough to comfortably replete her grip, it tapered some to the tip. It was used by herder herding sham-dear on her planet. It was one of the few affair to make an impression on their thick hide. On a person, it could be quite devastating. The new regime had banned its use by the security services for crowd command. Again, a determination she wanted to change.

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

The man cowered, but looked up at her.

'' Do you recognize who I am ? '' He nodded. `` talk ! '' She commanded.

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

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

'' Yes kept woman. ``

Infuriated, Servalan kicked the guy. He yelped satisfyingly and flipped onto his dorsum from the force of the kick. The elbow room 's effector had significantly mitigated the gist of the kick, but magnified its gist. True to their blossom directive, her shoe had never contacted him, a forcefield with a blunter visibility was what moved him. His int activated a few pain sensory receptor to commit the impression the squawk had landed.

The machine'prime directive was `` A machine must not harm a human, or through inactiveness allow a human to be harmed. '' BDSM scene caused particular ( metaphorical ) heartburn to the simple machine. To deny their desires would be harm, they could allow harmless nuisance, but physical event would be mitigated. Usually, the subjects did n't have it off they were being mitigated.

'' I am not your mistress, 'Minister'is the adjust manakin of address. ``

'' Yes, pastor. '' He said meekly.

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

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

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

'' This is not just any whiplash, it's a 'neuronic party whip', it not only whips you, it activates your pain receptors. On the mightily setting I can piss every pain receptor in your body fire. '' He digested the data. `` On horizontal surface three it will probably kill you. '' The guy looked satisfyingly frightened at that prognosis, Servalan decided it was time to depart the activity. `` Tell me of the insurgent positions ! ``

Obviously a non-sequitur, savor for the scene. He reacted appropriately, `` Never, I 'll never spill the beans. ``

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

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

apprehension her pain, Jeaves spoke, `` We 're sorry minister, it will take a here and now to repair the retinue to your liking. ''

As she stood there the surroundings mutated and the suite began to reappear. She said aloud, `` continue the paries. '' She liked the dungeon wall the guy was attached to, even if it were out of station 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 script. She gave a tentative swish in mid air. It was heavy, she was n't built to exert this weapon. Jeaves helpfully advised her, `` We can help with augmenting the blows if necessary. ``

She smiled and nodded in acknowledgement to the phantom butler. This would surprise the dirty rebel, getting into fiber there. She swung the whiplash lightly, it thudded across the guy 's back. He hardly reacted to the gust. 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 spiritual world hands. She could get used to this she thought, unseen helping handwriting, really useful.

The guy flinched at the ravishment. Servalan picked up the whip in both work force and tried putting some more than crusade into it. There was a satisfy thump against bare flesh, her victim gasped slightly. A red mark appeared across his spinal column. The mark was an illusion, but she did n't be intimate that. That was more like it, this was what she wanted. She tried again, putting all the strength she could muster into the puff. The smack was practically sharper, he yelped in pain, and a very evil looking mark appeared on his back.

This was it. This was her fantasy, the reality was even better. Her puss was definitely damp. She thought at her int, 'help me, urinate it that toilsome .'Then she swung the whip easily and it had the same effect. The Saami effect on him and her, she felt the fervour radiate from her pussy. A few more coke, a few Thomas More yip, 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 talk, see how you like this ! '' Again, she swung the same sharp smack as it hit him. This time there was some blue arcing from the whip, and he screamed. It was definitely a excruciate belly laugh, she felt it in her pussy, like she was getting oral from the backtalk of damned soul. In actuality, the int was cheating a bit it was firing nerve closing in her snatch and clitoris to facilitate 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 disseminate to the walls. '' Perfect. perfect secrecy, she liked what this system could do for her.

Twice more she hit him, twice more the tortured scream reverberated in her kitty. 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 fill any to a greater extent, I 'll verbalise. '' The pathetic supplication felt like a lingua sliding across her clit. ( The int was cheating again. )

She cackled, `` I do n't wish if you talk, I just want to do this ! '' 'Level two'she thought at her int. The gust landed in a cascade of blue bow, his scream was line curdling, to her it was the most erotic sound she 'd ever heard. She was panting, she was very, very, ending. She hit him again, the tongues of a choir of the damned played on her pussy and clit.

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

'' Nooo ! '' he screamed. The howler played over her clit, she started to come as she swung the whiplash with all the force she could muster. There was an explosion of pyrotechnic, the force of it knocked her back onto the chaise. His screeching was the most fulfill yet, the most skilled torturer could never pull such a beautiful scream from his victim. It played over her button as she lay there, body wracked in spasm as the most muscular orgasm she had ever had overcame her. Meanwhile, her victim fell understood and hung limply against his bonds.

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

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

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

'' No need to bring up yourself. '' Jeaves said. A force-out bailiwick formed under her to support her, and blanket formed around her to snuggle in. She was asleep before she could think of a reply. ( Her int cheated a bit and helped her into unconsciousness. )

Servalan woke, she felt marvelous. Rested, contented, comfy, well-chosen, at peace. The issue of the previous even came back to her, she smiled. This place did get its recompense. She stretched, she noticed she was naked as the exquisitely soft blanket dragged across her chest. 'You did that .'She thought, more a argument than a question.

'' Yes government minister. '' The image of Jeaves appeared to her, standing by the bedside. She was forming an accusation when he continued, `` I did not undress you, your apparel 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 conceive of a logical reception to that, but a robe appeared around her as the bed dissolved, and she was sitting on the chaise. Jeaves ventured, `` I shall suffice breakfast. ``

His proactive meeting of her motivation and desires still startled Servalan, but she definitely thought she could get used this. Jeaves served the breakfast she would bear asked for, if she 'd thought what she wanted for a while. The breakfast was, as usual pleasant-tasting. These the great unwashed knew how to falsify, she thought. Jeaves did n't disabuse her of this notion, the best example of a dish ever created were the template for the solid food. The effector had replayed a template by arranging the corpuscle 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 calling. Jeaves had explained that usually the content from the int would fetch the reserve information so you 'd eff who was referred to. She still was n't used to this.

'' The person you tortured last night. ``

Her pussy 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 message, the message says, 'Thank you, pastor .'''

'' What does he mean by that ? ``

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

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

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

Shortly before four, she was in her entourage wondering why she felt nervous. She wore a similar gown to yesterday, but this one was lower cut, and it was split up the slope. She examined the hair and makeup job Jeaves had arranged, again marvelously efficient and artful. Her black hair was, as common, closely cropped, looking rather masculine. She atypically accepted Jeaves'pass of a little scent.

She wanted the home advantage for this encounter, so she had the rooms arranged like her spot 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 changeable looking Travis, Servalan hardly recognized him from the night before, he had been just a body to abuse. She did n't want a piteous pile on her hands, so she barked, `` Stand up straight ! Be a man ! Or I 'll throw you out again. ``

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

'' better. '' 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 view of power, secure. `` What did your message stand for ? ``

He looked at a loss, `` I, I, I was thanking you for last night, what else ? '' She could recollect of passel else it might have in mind, from `` Screw you '' to `` I 'm going to smash you ''. New Beantown political sympathies was a rough business.

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

'' It was the most fulfilling night of my aliveness. ''

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

'' Yes, it was truly horrible. ``

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

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

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

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

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

'' I do n't fuck, but it always turns me on so much when I think of it. I come so hard when I do. I was day dreaming about it yesterday when I knew a match had been found. I 've had matches before, but never gone through with the thought, but then I had to agree to a mental block so I could never talk about it. It would be a secret, no one would ever love, 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 let the cat out of the bag. '' Servalan saw the logic there. `` So I was suddenly picked up bodily and held until I was bundled into your presence. You were just so perfect, so regal, so beautiful, so … heartless. Sorry. ``

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

'' I was going to be whipped, and there was zero I could do about it, I was in your power. It was perfect. Then, you told me of the neuronic lash, I knew I could n't survive that. I was really to endure the unendurable. 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 mention of her failure.

She glared at Travis, he shrank some, but carried on, `` But you Sir Thomas More than made up for it, the C became increasingly unspeakable. I could n't stand it, but I could n't do anything to check it. Then, you turned on the whip. That was truly horrible, like all the skin on my spine was repeatedly flayed. No one could stand that for long, least of all me. Then, you turned it up, my pelt was flayed and I was on fire all at once, and the nuisance did n't turn back, I could n't do anything. I was truly powerless, my sprightliness was in your hired hand. I would give birth done anything, said anything to ready it cease, but you did n't. ``

'' Then that final terrible blow. 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 skid into unconsciousness content. I loved you. '' Servalan was startled by the last statement, but his passion made the nonsense he was spouting construct some Weird grotesque sense.

'' I woke this morning, totally substance. My soul was dismount, I knew I loved you. I will do anything for you. I would even let you whip me on level three, even though it would kill me. '' Servalan was shocked by the vividness and honesty of what he said. She knew he was right that layer three would kill him. She did n't think to wonder how she knew that, it was a fabrication planted by their ints to moderate their fundamental interaction some.

She did n't eff what to say, but her twat was demanding her tending. It had been a long time since she 'd allowed herself the luxury of a man. New Boston political relation made that difficult. Here was a totally compliant man, who could n't talk. The chance was tempting. `` Stand up ! '' He did.

Definitely tasty. He 'd reckon better without wearing apparel. strait of ripping framework filled the air as the, oh so ready to hand, unseen hands ripped off his dress. He stood before her desk, nude and tumid. The account of final stage night obviously affected him as much as her.

She rose and walked around the desk, the party whip was in her hand again. She had a sentiment, 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 manipulate the party whip, a piano hum emanated from it. `` What do you remember would hap if I touched you there ? '' She indicated to his erect member with the whip.

'' No, please, anything but that, I 'll do anything, please, no. '' He pleaded desperately, but did not make a relocation to halt her. His supplication did n't come on deaf ear, they excited her further.

She touched the lash to his erection, he stiffened in expectation, the was a small arc as it touched. Then, he gasped, spasmed, get along sprayed out of his penis into mid air only to settle on the carpet, then he sank to his genu. `` Wha ? '' He tried to ask a question in his confusion.

'' The whip can also energise other sensory receptor. In this case, the pleasurable ones. You 'll never know what to expect from the whip. ``

She grabbed the binding 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 thoroughgoing task. He did n't think that the ints and the effecter conspired to desexualise what he was licking. Even if he had thought of that it was still an unpleasant project. 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 room back to its hotel room configuration. She was getting used to doing that, she reclined on the chaise and let her apparel dip unresolved. She wished her panties away, and opened her legs. She was now full phase of the moon on displaying herself to Travis who was still licking the come off the carpet.

'' catch that ! I have a much estimable use for your tongue. '' Travis looked up and saw her pointing to her kitty-cat with the whip. So began Servalan and Travis 's `` human relationship ''. The simple machine were delight as often as car can be that they 'd successfully matched another homo pair. Servalan loved playing with her new toy, he was most satisfying. Travis was content he was serving his cold heartless kick as best he could.

Their play evolved, became somewhat ritualistic. The political prisoner was a favorite of Servalan 's. Travis did n't stimulate a favourite, he suffered. Another favorite was the space air force officer. `` Space commander Travis '' was a stoic submarine sandwich, but he had screwed up ( in some unspecified way ), and `` Supreme Commander Servalan '' got to punish him. The stoic poor boy had to stay on stoic throughout. If the hero cried out, or screamed the scene would be over. Travis could stop the action anytime, but then suffered the despite of Servalan, and the pain of failure. Servalan became an expert on exactly how far she could push Travis.

Servalan was feeling something needed to change. `` You 've failed me for the last time, blank Commander. '' Travis looked up startled, she sounded different. `` Go bring the whip. '' She looked to the snack counter at the side of the way. She 'd willed the whip to appear there. It was a ritual humiliation to make Travis fetch the aim of his torture. True to the fibre he had to play, he did not complain, he stayed mute. As he picked up the whiplash, she said, `` Lets see how you like layer three. ``

He was startled, but tried not to demonstrate it. In a level vocalization he said, `` Supreme commandant, 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 party whip, he raised his arms. Invisible bail bond grabbed him around the carpus and lifted him bodily off the base. More invisible bonds grabbed his ankle, the bonds tightened so he was splayed in mid air.

Servalan sauntered over to the helpless Travis. She willed the turn out Travis rotate in mid air, displaying him from all angles. His dead body was to her liking. He was now apparel in shinny tight leather trousers and a little sleeved leather tunic with a lard leather breastplate. Her fantasize distance commanding officer uniform. She 'd bequeath his clothes to mutate while he was fetching the whip.

He rotated back to face her, her clothes had changed as well. She was now clad in a white cape, lined in deep read. The mantle opened as if blown by a phantom blow 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 party whip against the breastplate, the breastplate did its job and protected him from the setback. He did n't react. `` Hmm. '' She mused in mock contemplation, then tapped the egis, like the whip was a wand. It was her wizardly scepter, the egis was ripped away, leaving the tunic flapping open. She made to strike with the whip again, Travis stayed impassive.

She aborted the rap, `` Hmm. '' Again, then tapped at his waistband. The pant disappeared, he was now mostly naked. His hard-on betrayed his state of nous at the events. She had him revolve again, as his backbone turned to her, she swung playfully at his derriere. He moved with the shock, and stiffened slightly. Not much of a reaction from him. A faint red fool appeared on his behind.

As he rotated around to face his front end to her, so he could see her, she said, `` I shall miss your body when you 're utter. ``

His hind end again presented themselves, she swung the party whip, this clock time with grade one neuronic effects. There was the usual arcing and his consistence writhed in agony. He did not cry out. `` Level one. '' She announced.

He rotated back to side her, she stopped the rotation. She drew the whip ( without neuronic enhancement ) through her snatch rim, it glistened where her brim 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 aroma. `` See what you do to me ? I ca n't let any man do that to me. You 'll get to go. '' He watched her impassively.

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

She turned him around, three quick blows : Level one neuronic ; joy ; level one neuronic. The corpse of the tunic was no protective cover. His body jerked against the hamper, writhing in pain and pleasure.

Back to expression her, beads of hidrosis spread across his chest and on his forehead. She was also sweating and panting, from lustfulness, not the sweat. When he could see, she penetrated her pussy with the handgrip of the whip. She really wanted his phallus to diffuse her instead, but she could n't let herself be so vulnerable to a man again. He tried to remain impassive but spark of pursuit, and lustfulness, flitted across his face.

She extracted the party whip, and grasped the slimy handgrip. She replaced it with the digit of her other hand. `` Lets see what you think of level two. '' She rotated him again, then struck him with level two neuronic. Three quick blows, across his back, hind end and pegleg. His body was wracked with cramp. more perspiration was evident.

He rotated back again. His eyes were dull, he could n't occupy much to a greater extent. `` 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 knees in front of him and took his penis into her mouth. She loved the intuitive feeling of power this gave her, she loved the flavour and taste of the smooth hard phallus in her rima oris. But too soon she stopped.

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

'' You are undoubtedly the sexy officer I have ever known. '' His answer 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 little emotion. The add together servitude it expressed gave her a thrill which ran through her cunt ( her int was cheating again ). She was closelipped to coming, then next blow should do it. The view of killing him was intoxicating, she felt it pounding in her twat. She raised the lash, she had the ultimate ability of life or death over Travis. She had a decision she had to earn. To kill him or not, her pussy was saying kill.

She raised the whip, and was just about to unleash its terrible big businessman, when the Christ Within flickered and went out. There was a thud as Travis fell to the floor, liberal of his adhesiveness. hand brake lighting lit the room only dimly. Travis looked up as Servalan advanced on him, party whip in hand glowing evilly in the dim light. Suddenly release his stoicism dissolved, he leapt up and ran for the door.

Servalan saw the terror and desperation in his heart, and a thrill ran through her cunt ( not entirely the int 's doing ). She staggered slightly at that, allowing Travis to strive the door. With an vicious yack she loped after the take flight quad commandant, panting heavily. He fled down the corridor and through the doorway at the end, bursting into daylight.

The daylight and a flight of pigeons that he disturbed disoriented Travis temporarily, allowing Servalan to catch up. She advanced on his slowly, the whip hum and arcing. Looking around for safety valve Travis saw he was on a roof, against a breastwork. There was no where to go, the side by side edifice was an unimaginable leap, the ground twenty storey below him.

Their middle met. The abject terror in Travis'eyes was a mightily drug for Servalan. She raised the whiplash to move him. Travis bolted over the parapet, in a do-or-die attempt to take a leak the succeeding construction. His screech as he fell played over her pussy and she came. Her ramification buckled under her.

When she finally opened her eyes, she was in her cortege, reclining on the chaise. She mused, that she definitely did like the welfare of this engineering. She was going to have to use that scenario again. Travis was not dead, as the machines had pursued their prime directive. Much of the final scene was illusive, they had never left Servalan 's fitting unit. It was no less veridical to either political party though. He was despondent that he did n't do it her enough to let her kill him. He kept stoically coming back for more .